C’mon every beatblog

Gotta give props (though not mad props . . . not just yet) to the Albany bloggers page, which has been filling my logs with visits from people who are blissfully unaware of my blog’s long and dismaying association with glycerol ester of wood rosin (I almost hesitate to type the words again) or the meaning of Tribeca. And I’m really glad to have ya, because I’m a little dismayed, disturbed, discombobulated at the thought that my rollerblading page has been getting a lot of hits the past few days. I don’t know what it’s like where these websurfers are, but right here it’s about 0.0 degrees Fahrenheit, and blading is not going to be a comfortable option.