Showing posts with label This. Show all posts
Showing posts with label This. Show all posts

Monday, March 9, 2015

This thing

Uncle Willy doing his thing at last year's St. Patrick's Parade in Kingston.
Uncle Willy's (the place) will be having a party to mark the debut of Travel Channel's Hotel Amazon, a series where two Kingston residents build a lodge in the Peruvian jungle, which is crazy stuff if you ask me. But what do I know? I'm just a native of Peru.
Uncle Willy (the man) will surely return to this Sunday's Shamrock Run and St. Patrick's Parade in Kingston. It's a thing he does at these things.

Friday, January 30, 2015

What is This., yo?

I've actually been out most of the week, filing This. thing remotely. But I couldn't yesterday, which is fine, because blogging is dead. Or not. At any rate, we never found out if bloggers are journalists.

This. silly question has been going on for as long as blogs have been around, even though blogging has died over and over and over. All things go in circles.

Except climate change (conspiracy theories). I know, I know. Nobody believes in scientists. I mean, who do they think they are? Scientists?

Politician says politicians are corrupt. All things go in ...



I've got some invites to This.cm, which is why I've been inexplicably using 'This.' instead of 'this'.  I'll give the invites out to the first people who reply within the newsletter (I need your email for it). People are 'clamoring' for them, after all, even thought I'd had these invites for a while and you'd probably never heard of it? I'd expect to have the same number of invites by the end of this experiment, because All things go ...