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OK, so right now you're probably wondering where's the F? Like, what happened to the F? Or better yet, what the F?
Now, before we all get F'd up, let's calm down, breathe, and read carefully:
There eventually comes a time in a man's life when having a job means more to him than getting the 411 on a girl he met at a bar the previous night. You know, the kind of job that pays the bills, put fuel in my car and food in my belly. That kinda job.
The popularity of this blog has grown more than I had ever imagined. People started reading, writing back to me and before I knew it, I had Blogger Friends--even followers like Random Hiccups and BonDon and HillBilly and Demigoddess and D2 and ChicGeek and Young Traveler and Reduce FootPrints. Names you'd only see in personal ads--kinda scary if you ask me. But what surprised me even more is the effect this blog has had on my work life. Yes, work life! People at work began reading my blog! I'd go to meetings and people would ask me "Hey, where the F have you been?" I'd pretend not to know what they're talking about and say "huh?" They'd wink at me and whisper "we've been to your blog." Shit! Next thing I knew my boss was reading, too! Damn! It felt like I'd been caught with my pants down. And that's when I started to panic. That's when I had to re-think the F in my name. You know, in Where the F is Ron? The F part...? Yeah...
But don't get me wrong, taking the F out of where the F is Ron was not a decision based solely on my corporate morals--or lack of it--nope, it's much, much deeper than that.
You see, after a while the feeling of being rebellious fades off and slowly turns to weirdness. It felt great when I first came up with Where the F is Ron. In fact, it felt so good that I plastered it on my moms fridge! Too bad she doesn't know how to read or know what F stands for. But anyways, after a while, I felt weird telling people my blog address. For example: you're sitting there at dinner with some really nice people whom you've just met a few hours ago. They're executives, higher up people--and next thing you know they're making small talk with you. "Ron, where have you been, what have you done? blah blah blah." And then all of a sudden a light bulb goes off in your head and you thought of the perfect chance to mention your blog--you open your mouth to speak and as soon as it gets to the point where you mention the URL, you say "www.wherethe.....". All of a sudden you stop. And after a brief moment of silence so you can say your prayers, you continue,"where the F is Ron dot com, Sir." Man, you should see the look on their face!
You know how weird that feels? In a way it's cool, but in other ways, it's embarrassing!
So here's my solution: for all my discerning readers, those wishing for a more liberal approach to my blog, simply type http://www.ronzworld.com/. And for those who live life on the edge, drink out of the carton and cross on yellow lights, you my friends can still type in www.wherethefisron.blgospot.com!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How F'in cool is that?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to wash my keyboard with soap.