This blogging thing is getting out of control. Yesterday while covering day two of the jungle cat drama in downtown Greensboro, I ran into two (2!) local push-button publishers. First, The Shu (of bloghunting fame) strolled by, stopping to chat while reporter Tera Williams got her live shot on. Minutes later, none other than Billy the Blogging Poet materialized, grinning maniacally as he clicked a photo of Danny Spillane and I breaking down the truck.
While I fully understand the strange thrill of documenting every facet of the local blogosphere, try explaining that to my co-workers, who cannot fathom why some dude in a ZZ Top beard is popping off shots of little old me. I told him he was a long-lost uncle who didn't get out much, but I don't think they believed me. Oh well, at least it gave me something to post on an otherwise slow blog-day. Thanks, Billy!