Robbins fly

Long-time readers may have noticed my sister occasionally popping in to leave a comment. I'm pleased as hell to announce she's finally started her own blog, Run, Robbin Bird.

Okay, I hate to do this, but there are actually three problems with her blog:

1. She's a better writer than I am, which makes me look bad.
2. She's currently focused on a single subject, which Wise Old Bloggers all say is the best way to generate interest and hits, as opposed to the scattershot, what-interests-me-now, anything-goes approach of Standing On The Shoulders Of Giant Midgets, which is an approach (I have read) that tends to alienate and confuse visitors who drop by for a post on one thing and then never see it mentioned again. Which makes me look bad.
3. That subject of hers happens to be how she runs millions and millions of miles, like she's some kind of superhero or something, whereas I get winded waddling over to the refrigerator. This, obviously, makes me look bad.
   

All of that aside, if you want to find out what the smarter kid in my family has to say, hie your ass over to her new blog. Why are you still here?