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Wednesday, November 03, 2004
You've Come A Long Way Baby
Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear blo-og, Happy birthday to you. A new name, a couple of design changes, 323 posts, and a lot of html learning later, and here she is in all her bloggy glory. Happy two years kiddo. Some people have asked me questions and made some comments about the name of my blog, i never learned to swim, so I figured today would be a good day to explain some things around here. Without further ado, here's a little background: Where did you get the idea for the title from? It was actually a response to another blog's title that I was lurking around at the time. It was Shan, but her title has since been changed. At the time it read something to the effect of: "set out with a buddy, swim in the ocean, leave your bathing suit behind". I read that and thought to myself, "Gee, that sounds nice, but I never learned to swim." And the rest is history. Did you really never learn to swim? I did take swimming lessons when I was a kid (about 10 or so I think), but not for more than 9 months. Back then we had colours for each level, starting with Yellow, Orange, Red, and going up to some other colours that I don't remember because I never made it that far. I passed Yellow with flying colours (haha, punny) and sailed through Orange...until I pulled some weird muscle in my neck and couldn't twist it properly to come up for air. Every time I turned my head, my rigt leg would drop down and throw off my kicking. I think I should have technically failed my last test, but my instructor knew that I was good and passed me anyway. After that, I took a few weeks off to let my neck get better, but never ended up going back and taking the Red course. Which I thought was good at the time because I had (and still have) a gigantic fear of the deep end. Since then, it's been jump-in-the-pool-and-wade-around kind of swimming. Sometimes I attempt a front crawl but I don't trust my coming up for air technique and only swim a couple meters or until I can't hold my breath any longer. I really wish that I knew how to at least tread water because I got thrown in during a party once and couldn't come up. Someone eventually stuck their arm in and yanked me out. I think the name is the only thing I like about your blog. (Real comment.) You like it? You really like it? Thanks. Me too. |
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