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January 23, 2007

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Chris Brogan...

You had me at daily poster of self-portraits. : ) I've been tagged a few times, but I'm not opposed to telling you five things, right here, within your amazing community, for the power of your Southern audience. Here are 5 things few people know about me:

* I have been to the south five times total: 4 to Florida (usual places) and once to Texas (Dallas). I am the least Southern person I know, but not because I'm a hater. I just don't have the billy-cred.

* I've been blogging in one form or another since 1998 (when I called it journaling), and if you were a die-hard fan, you'd see my tastes go from fiction writing, to nonfiction reading, to art, to fitness, to self-improvement, to community (current). I write about what excites me.

* I am the white lie. Less than I used to, but it's certainly part of who I am. The thing is: most of my lies are all for the sake of a better story or a smoother ride. Rarely to be mean or evil.

* If I weren't doing this, I'd be doing this offline, but pretty much the same premise.

* Once, when I was 12 or so, Billy Sonya accidentally tried to drown me in a YMCA swimming pool.

Terry Starbucker

T-Bone, even though I've already revealed 5 things, I'll be pleased to do another 5, for these 5 reasons:

1) I love your senses of humor
2) I used to be a PopTarts junkie too (strawberry with the white frosting on top)
3) I'm glad there's at least two of us that still want Pluto to stick around as a Planet
4) Anyobdy who has time to read 9,000 books stands a good chance to read another "5 things" post
5) Spreading link love is a beautiful thing

Thanks, from a new Blogabillies fan.

Laurie

Terry, Terry, Terry,
Those first four revelations did not cause me to fall off my chair or anything, but REALLY, your 3-a-day Pop Tart habit is, well, scary. And frosted, no less. I would feel better about it if you were at least consuming the fruit ones without the frosting. Oh well, make sure your life insurance policy is paid up...there are bound to be serious health consequences of eating 3-a-day. (You know, tho...I just had an idea. Maybe you could contact Kellogg's and pitch the 3-a-day slogan to them to go head-to head with the "5-a-day" fruits and vegetables campaign.) Bon appetit!

T-Bone

Thanks folks, for the kind words and the great advice and the linkage. I love reading and I appreciate yours. And thanks for that R.I.P from Laurie. Here's the key to eating that many Pop Tarts: You can't eat much of anything else. See, it's not the Poppers that get you; it's that other food you shove in around them. That's because Pop Tarts don't play well with others. That's my secret.

I'd ask you all to give me the name of the best book you've ever read that you wished was still going when you had to close the last page, but, then, well, okay, I'll ask – tell me.

I'd invite you all to Alabama, but I even moved away from therea while ago, so that seems hypocritical, I suppose. The South is weird and different. It's not unlike a Faulkner sentence; hard to figure out why the nouns and verbs don't all match up. Contradiction is the real religion of the South, not Southern Baptists or football, as you may have read elswhere. If you can be your own cousin, think about that. Only in the South do people even keep up with such things.

We've had some bad history down here and we can't run from or hide it from polite company. We just have to face it, move forward and try to do better. It's like being one of the Rolling Stones; you have a past that is embarrassing and glorious all at the same time and even though you wake up and look at that awful visage in the mirror, you know that deep down, as long as you're still alive, you can still play some tunes. Just try not to shake your armflaps when the camera's on you at the Super Bowl.

belle

Reading comments here at Hotel Larry in Dallas, where I attended launch of Social Media Club. You will have polished off another box of pop tarts by the time I get back to Austin! Saga of learning to type on Blackberry to follow.

t-bone

Belle, I have been tempted to get a Blackberry or some such device that would allow me to never be away from this digital realm. So far, I have not given in to the urge. Being addicted to Pop Tarts is bad enough. Being addicted to a Blackberry would cause severe itching and other discomforts I saw described in a Gold Bond commercial. So I have refrained. Good luck with yours. And be safe.

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Meet the Blogabillies

  • T-Bone is the alter ego of natural-born storyteller Terry Taylor, whose real job involves creating TV and radio campaigns for an ad agency. He also writes Big River's company blog, By the Campfire. Yeah, he's won awards and has worked ever'place from LA to New Yawrk City, but there's still a lot of small-town Alabama in him. In other words, you can dress T-Bone up, but you can't take him nowhere.
  • Belle is written by Connie Reece, a conversational writer and social media consultant. She is the founder of Every Dot Connects and a co-founding member of Social Media Club. You won't usually find her wrapped in the feather boa; it makes her hot flashes worse. But her wardrobe does favor hues of hot pink. Belle says, "Just 'cause they call it fashion don't mean they can pawn it off on me."

That's right, I'm an SOB