It's Saturday afternoon, I've been up since early o'clock hungry for breakfast, but can't tear myself away from the computer, catching-up on blogs and email, video chatting with friends, researching Nanaimo properties and all other manner of distraction online. And, perhaps because I'm feeling vagabondish, here's the best one today:
The 23 Types of Vagabond. While I'd love to be a
hooker or
angler - there's something visually poetic there - I'll settle for
rogue, definitely rogue...
It says a rogue is a rank-and-file vagabond. My dear, you are not a rank-and-file anything!
ReplyDeleteYa, it was work week designed to make one feel rank-and-file. Sometimes I think they're winning.
ReplyDeleteI'll try and find my inner angler, promise. But you didn't answer the question, which kind are you, sweet A?