Paranoia. Aaah…nothing quite like it.
So my dad’s not completely tech illiterate. He’s been known to trawl the web. He likes to ferret about in new things. Have a looksee. Trundle about muttering to himself. And now
(oh my god)
his tiny, local village paper has an article on blogging in it. And offers two possible places to foray into the big bad world of blogging;
the ubiquitous blogger.com
(oh sweet mother of jesus)
you guessed it….
our very own little ‘marklet.
I feel a bit sick.
What if? What if? What if?
And if. So what?
Too close, though. Way too close.