So I’ve been watching the links coming in from other sites the last couple days. I’m curious who’s linking to me because of the whole Bloggies Award contest.
I know, I know, I should just let whatever’s going to happen, happen.
But I can’t help myself.
I Embrace My Stupidity
Knowing that I’m stupid is a relief, in some ways. It absolves me of responsibility for my stupid acts. If a smart person does something stupid, you wonder why. If a stupid person does something stupid, hey, he’s just being himself.
So anyway, it’s good to know that I’m stupid.
Moving from the Old Place to the New Place
Being stupid explains also why it took so long for me to figure out that if I don’t start moving some of my favorite posts from my old site, it will never get done.
See what I mean? Stupid.
The thing is, there’s a lot of stuff over there, and no automatic way to move it. So I’ve been putting it off and putting it off, figuring I’d eventually sit down one day and have a marathon porting session.
That, of course, was stupid of me.
How to Do Everything Important
So, instead, I’m going to try to start moving some of my favorites over a little at a time. Today, for example, I moved over a bunch of my favorite — and, let’s face it, very useful and informative — “How To” articles.
If you haven’t read them before, read them now. All of them. Immediately. If you have read them before, read them again, looking for deeper meaning and nuance.
- How to Trash-Talk
- How to Spit
- How to Pee Whilst Riding Your Bike
- How Not to Get Invited on the Next Group Ride
- How to Be a Middle-Aged Cyclist
- How to Size Up the Competition
I Am Now Taking Requests
Over the next week or so, I’m going to root through the old blog and bring over my favorite posts. Tomorrow I think I’ll focus on “An Open Letter To….” Then maybe I’ll bring over all things Lance-related. Then some fake news.
If you’ve got a favorite, let me know and I’ll prioritize accordingly. If my feeble brain is up to it, anyway.
PS: If you haven’t already, do me a big favor and go vote for me — I’m the stupid one in the “Best-Kept-Secret” category.