"You now have a blog." What? How did that happen?

    This is all my brother's fault.  "You're not doing nothin'," he said.  "You got plenty of time on your hands."

     My hands should have gone around his neck while I was still taller than him.

     So the idea is to be creative?  Be real?  (They aren't always the same.)  

   Be cheerful?  I just had a friggin' knee replacement.  (I'd never even used the word "friggin'" before that surgery.)  

     So, here I am, looking at a white screen which isn't unlike the old days of white typing paper. Where do blogger persons, oh, it's probably a unisex word "bloggers," get all those colors and photos?