I had a recent conversation about writing and whatnots with my mother, an avid reader, when she mentioned something about blogging, and how she just couldn't understand this odd, little craze sweeping the "internets."
Anyway, here's a little snippet of the conversation:
"Do you have a blog?" she asked.
"Yes I do," I said. "It's kind of fun. I get readers from all over the place."
"Yeah," I said. "Someday, perhaps I'll even travel to visit them all and sleep on all their sofas and write reviews of their furniture."
"So, how many people actually read your blog?" She asked.
"I don't know. Pretty many."
"Can your father and I read your blog?"
"How come?" She asked.
"I told everyone that you guys eat kittens."
I know. What can I say? I'm a horrible son.