zanimljivo je da sam do pre par dana mislio da je definicija "pravog" blogera;
- napravish blog
- obrishesh blog
- vratish se blogovanju ..
.. u poluvremenu odesh na jedno okupljanje blogera (ili vishe) ..[ovaj deo je izgleda izvuchen iz islama, samo lakshe je otici na blogerijadu nego u Meku .. valjda]
enivej, dug boravak na blog.hr.u me je valjda opametio pa sad mislim da nema potrebe obrisati blog ..mislim - pa uradice to oni sami :)
nishta neobichno ako ti se par postova izgubi u sayber speysu :))
i ako ponekad ne mozesh da komentirash ..
a i zanimljivo je kad (nekom chudnom greshkom) komentar ostavish na nekom potpoono nepoznatom blogu..
da ne budem bash kritichan, reklamni odeljak blog.hr.a "Yebe Kewu!" svaka im chas`
sa druge strane tehnichko odeljenje je u jednom primerku autostoperskog vodicha kroz galaksiju definisano kao; "oni koje ce prve uza zid kad pochne blogerska revolucija"
dodushe ipak mozete dobiti nazad izgubljene postove .. izgleda da su na http://naziv.arhiva.blog.hr .. hmm, "up on closer inspection" izgleda da je to nechija kopija bloga .. mada mozete ostaviti komentar u stilu; VRATITE NAM POSTOVE" ..
ili mozda ne mozete (ja nisam mogao)? probajte
naravouchenije;
izgubljene postove vam niko nece vratiti.
morace te sami da ih nadjete i objavite ponovo.
valjda se podrazumeva da su komentari nebitni i da vashi virtuelni prijatelji i onako nisu imali shta da kazu...
primer;
ostavite komentar na naziv.arhiva.blog i vidite gde ce da zavrshi ..
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we climbed hills and trees
Learned of Love and ABC's
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I’ll be there
We had joy, we had fun, we had Seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just Seasons out of time
Goodbye Papa, please pray for me
I was the Black Sheep of the Family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along
Goodbye Papa, it's hard to die
When all the bird's are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little Children everywhere
When you see them I'll be there
We had joy, we had fun, we had Seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the Seasons have all gone
We had joy, we had fun, we had Seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song, like the Seasons, have all gone
Goodbye Michelle, my little one
You gave me Love and helped me find the sun
And every time when I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground
Goodbye Michelle, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there
All our lives we had fun, we had Seasons in the sun
but the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach
We had joy, we had fun, we had Seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach
We had joy, we had fun, we had Seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song, like the Seasons, have all gone