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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts.
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
Running a business would be a lot easier if you didn't have to deal with people.
Customers might be essential to the bottom line, but it's amazing how many of them insist on doing things in a way which doesn't entirely agree with your own thoughts and plans and insights.
The way we do deal with it, of course, is a measure of the man or woman we are, and of our ability to make a go of business.
All this, on the anniversary of my first blog post anywhere, is by way of saying thank you to Orble, to Jon for starting it, and to Charles and Cibbuano for helping to sail it into mature waters. Many of us have a considerable physical and emotional investment in the community which is Orble, and acknowledgment and thanks to these people who have worked to create this environment is perhaps not always as forthcoming as it might be.
In one short year I have gone from a blogging novice with a new and shiny but empty Orble presence, to running a business offering blogs as a potent marketing tool. It involves dealing with customers, of course, and it has made me acutely aware of the difficulties Jon faces daily in dealing with many people with many opinions, not all of them built on common sense or tolerance.
Here's my opinion: Jon does it well.
We all play many parts in our lives, and on this, my blogging birthday, I would like to extend wishes for good health and a long business life to Jon, to Orble and to all who sail in her.
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It's been a long time since I had a first birthday, but today is the anniversary of my first step into the world of blogging.
If anyone had shown me 365 days ago, when I created Zoomies, or 371 days ago, when I created Vyoos, a road map of the consequent journey, I would have dismissed it as fantasy.
Twelve months ago blogging was a mystery to me. Today I maintain five healthy and growing Orble blogs, one rather undernourished one, and six company blogs as part of the prospering Salient Point corporate blogging business.
A year ago I was a blogging beginner, standing at the door of a strange new world. Today I write with authority (or possibly bravado) about AdSense and optimisation of search engine visibility, and field phone calls from chief executives demanding to know what the heck a corporate blog is and how can I justify the monthly fee in terms of return on investment.
It's been life-changing.
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I'll never understand bitches.
See, there's one I've met a couple of times at the park. Her human calls her Tiger but Short Black calls her Little Brindle. I like Tiger.
She looks like me but that's not why I like her. I like her, I think, because, well ... aw, I don't know, I can't think of the right words.
I can't think of any words at all when I see her. I get all-tongue tied . When she runs I'm okay though. I know how to do that.
That's what she did two mornings ago and I chased her and it was so much fun. But then, I don't know why, I got excited and gave her a nip except it was way too hard and I hurt her.
And she got annoyed — very, very annoyed — and bit me back. She bit me harder than I bit her, and in a much more sensitive spot. I mean, you don't know pain until someone sinks teeth into your nose.
But worse, much worse, was the realisation of what an idiot I'd been. I'd bitten the bitch I fancied.
I really needed some quiet time then; I wanted to hide my face because for a moment there I thought I might ...
Anyway, I found a quiet corner and stood there cursing my stupidity when — you'll never believe this — she came over and said she hoped she hadn't hurt me too much. I couldn't stop myself then — there was a rush of feelings and a tear or two squeezed out and do you know what she did? She just stood there, shoulder to shoulder, and said it was okay.
I can't stop thinking about her.
Hey, wouldn't it be cool if the bite on my nose turned into a scar and then I'd have a permanent reminder of her.
Previously: Little Boss's version of the story, Daisy's version of the story
BB used to stand for Big Brindle, but I'm changing it to Big Boof. He's got a thing for Little Brindle, you see, and when they met at the park this morning, he got so excited, as usual, he did the nip thing.
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It was a big morning at the dog park. For a start, Falco was back after a two-month holiday on a farm. How spoiled can a city dog get!
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It is not hard to become a good speller. All it takes is a little practice. Look at the words below. They may or may not be spelled correctly. Write down these words the way you think they are spelled, then check the second list below the Chinese character for the correct spellings.
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Global warming will be the death of us all, a slow and painful death caused by the terminal boredom evoked by politicians disagreeing on the fine print of carbon emissions trading.
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Little Boss wasn't feeling too well and stayed home from work in an effort to get better. Daisy and I were surprised to find out that the process of getting better when a human feels unwell is to pretend you're a greyhound. That's right, Little Boss climbed onto the sofa and stayed there all day!
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Is it possible to be a fan without reacting personally sometimes to things our favourite singers or actors or writers do?
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Comment by Chris Champion
on Aussielian at last! My Citizenship was approved!
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Congratulations and a very warm welcome.