Here is my first blog entry. I wonder how many blogs start that way? Can't I think of something more creative than "here is my first blog entry". Why don't I write something even more obvious like, "you are reading my first blog entry via the internet". Or something more obvious like, "you are alive".
This blog is off to a bad start, let's hope it gets more interesting.
Above is a picture of me when I was 7 years old. It was the picture from my Worlds Of Fun season passport. Worlds Of Fun is an amusement park in Kansas City, Missouri. I spent several summers riding the Orient Express (mildly racist name for a roller coaster, especially because the piped-in music straight from a B-Movie karate fight). They also had a roller coaster named "The Timberwolf"... it was made of wood. The Timberwolf had these seatbelts that they stole from a 1972 AMC Matador.
If an AMC Matador had a conversation with the Timberwolf roller coaster at Worlds Of Fun, the conversation would go like this:
... and the Timberwolf said...
In summary, AMC Matadors can talk to Roller coasters, I was once 7 years old and this was my first blog entry.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Let The Blogging Begin
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Your blog was the first I found when I "click" onto the word "next blog". Well, it's a funny story. Anybody can ask for much more being the first "entrada"
I love Ben Bartley's Blog!
The Orient Express rocked my face off...until it juked my liver out of place.
and yes, I'm anonymous...and bearded.
Ben Bartley = HI-LARIOUS!
Man, am I lucky!
this is my first blog comment!
I disagree that AMC Matadors can talk to roller coasters. I read on the internet that only Gandalf can talk to roller coasters. I spent a year as a 7 year old. How long were you 7 for? This is my first blog comment. If this blog doesn't get better, it will be my last.
I'm going to drink margaritas now and forget about this blog.
question.
Is there some sort of subscription to this blog?...
I look forward to blog #2.
yep.
I went to Worlds of Fun with my ancient Great Aunt Muh. Yes, Muh. She drove us from Leavenworth in a car she named "Babe." On the way there, she often stopped in the middle of the freeway to consult her map. The Orient Express was like a tricycle ride in comparison.
Yea, Ben has a blog!!
~Leslie
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