Online Bloggers' Conference.

Peter (of The Curmudgeon Ink): Ah, it feels so good sitting by the big computer?

Richard (of RBB): How big is it?

Peter (of The Curmudgeon Ink): I've got the office all to myself!

Robert (The sinner): Jacob, of the Old Testament, would have wanted that room!

Peter (of The Curmudgeon Ink): Well, he's not getting it! It's all mine while the Old Girl is away. Now I can write proper posts!

Richard (of RBB): [quietly] That's a relief.

Peter (of The Curmudgeon Ink): Well, your 2022 Christmas Letter was better than that shit you copied from Rick Tim Bagno's post!

Richard (of RBB): Yes, you've already mentioned that, but was it better than the shit that your Agony Aunt writes?

Robert (The sinner): Don't be like Jacob. He was a conman who conned his twin brother Esau twice.

Peter (of The Curmudgeon Ink): I suspect that Richard, as he writes down what you are saying, is correcting your spelling and grammar mistakes.

Richard (of RBB): Well, I do want this discussion to look moderately intelligent.

Robert (The sinner): Well, it won't when you two get onto all that atheist bullshit. You're both as bad as Protestants. Their church was made by man.

Peter (of The Curmudgeon Ink): And a dove played a part in the Catholic creation?

Robert (The sinner): I prefer to call it the Holy Spirit. Go read your Bible!

Richard (of RBB): Okay, okay, enough. I actually got you both online to talk about the state of our little blogging community. I know, Robert, that you like sometimes to dress as a lady, but TC is claiming that all his made up 'friends' are versions of him. Does this include his Agony Aunt? Does this include Zweite Geige? Then he takes pot shots at people like Phillip Edward Nis, Rick Tim Bagno and The The The Guy. Robert, your comments on other blogs are few, and no one knows when your posts will disappear. These so called 'made up guys' keep our community going through times when comments on blogs can be scarce. Everyone seems to accept AI these days, so what is wrong with making up a few friends?

Peter (of The Curmudgeon Ink): You forgot to mention Robert's made up friends. Moses, the dove, Mary, and all the rest. I don't know if Jacob can really be considered a friend, but he does get to feature on Robert's blog.

Robert (The sinner): There is proof that those people are not made up.

Peter (of The Curmudgeon Ink): If I ask, "Where?" please don't say, "In the Bible."

Robert (The sinner): Why not? The Bible is the word of God.

Richard (of RBB): Back on topic please guys. I haven't got all day for this.

Peter (of The Curmudgeon Ink): Sheesh! You say that after waking us at 5am in the morning!

Robert (The sinner): I was already up. I was saying the Rosary.

Richard (of RBB): Okay, I think I'm wasting my time here. I should have known. Go write a proper post Peter. Back to your cello Rob, but don't wake the neighbours. I'll continue with this post. Bye.

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Well, that was a waste of time. Still, it filled in that dark early hour, 5am to 6am, that is a bit early to do my violin warm ups.

Now, what can I tell you? I see that Robert has written a new post. Peter will probably go back to his fart sack now. 

At the moment we're waiting on the birth of grandson number two. If he doesn't arrive by next Tuesday, mum is booked in for a Caesar. Both mum and dad get some parental leave, but I suspect that we'll all be a bit busier. I don't mind because I like being around Harrison. It's interesting watching his development. He knows more about what is going on than he sometimes lets on. He loves cars, trucks, ambulances, buses, trains, singing and dancing. The people on his mother's side are all very good dancers. 

Anzac Day is getting close. I'm working on my breathing and pitching, so that I hopefully don't crack too many notes. I just do 5 minutes per day. I think that's enough because I use the time wisely.

Well, that's it from me for this morning.

Ciao tutti.