...reading this post about how a blogperson could be a disaster:
'3 Big Ways Most Writers' Blogs Go Wrong From Minute One', written by a lady (Carol Tice) whose opinions are varied, interesting and worth taking note of...of worth taking note...of note-worth taking? (How do I get rid of that darned preposition at the end?)
...I reached the paragraph about being nameless, directionless (could that include clueless?), possible wittering and including too wide a variety of interests and ahem! recognised the writer of this twaddle-filled blog.
So I thought me to my own-self, 'Ah! I, too have an opinion thereon!' and went to open said unworthy blog, forgetting that, since the Friendly Troglodyte repaired my laptop, my Favourites Bar is null and void.
Sez I, 'No probs!' and type
heckety into Google.
Now, I don't know whether you are a believer in Freudian slips, karma, fate or whatsitever, but this is what I landed on in the
Urban Dictionary:
heckety isn't defined.
Can you define it?
Which basically sums up not just the potential yet-to-be-written post, but also this entire blogification habit of mine!
You've got to admit that even for heckety's mishaps, this is really, really funny!