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This entrance was typed in Babelfish. Translated the Portuguese, then in return to the English. How much meant it will survive to the trip? Not very.
I knew Babelfish would twist “sub” into “secondary”! I knew it!
I’m starting new blogs on Blogger and WordPress. They’ll be mirrors of the livejournal until I think of something else to do with them.
Then why start them at all, you ask? I wanted to have accounts to comment on blog systems other than Blogger (would have signed up with TypePad, but it costs money! Can you believe it? Paying for a service?). True, I could have just gotten accounts and not blogged, but that feels too much like squatting.
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