Going Green
by Scott Hardie on August 1, 2006
This thing might turn out to be as short-lived as my other two attempts at a personal blog, but damn it if I haven't craved having such an outlet for the better part of a year now. It seems like a week doesn't go by that I don't have some little adventure to turn into an anecdote or a frustration to rant about. My idle thoughts are as pointless as anybody else's, I realize, but that's what the Internet is for (besides porn). Here's to an unknown future.
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Jackie Mason | August 7, 2006
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Scott Hardie | August 7, 2006
Yes, TC started as my blog. But I wound up enjoying the replies more than the posts, so I turned it into a discussion forum. I've resisted having a blog since then because my free time comes in unpredictable spurts, but I'm giving it a shot with this. If it doesn't work, hey, I'll have had fun writing.
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