Sentences with phrase «unread blog»

It takes me to the next unread blog post, added bonus, I get to hop to the site directly in one click instead of reading in a reader, then clicking over to comment.

My google reader is filled with 3,000 unread blog posts which induces heart palpitations — the google home page makes blog reading feel a little less daunting.

I want to read even more, but it gets overwhelming when I see my Google Reader overflowing with unread blog posts.

You could be an absolute expert in your particular field, but if your only means of showing that prowess online is through an unread blog post on a low - trafficked website... well then you're not getting all you could out of your effort.

Likewise, the comment with Reed Young's name appearing in this blog's Kaufman article post links to an obscure, unread blog.

Something about getting to 1000 + unread blogs makes me stress and I am trying to keep on top of it, at least for the start of the year.

I just started a new job this week so I'm just now catching up a week's worth of unread blogs and comments, and was shocked to discover a whole bunch of new commenters and actual followers over at my little neglected blog — now I know it's thanks to the Kendi Everyday Blog Bump!

Not exact matches

In a nutshell, I shared the hesitations I've had to key a lengthy blog post, because it would go unread.

Many of the books I review I have purchased myself (my blog got its name from my real never ending book basket full of unread books), though I do sometimes read and review books that are sent to me by authors.

Whether we regularly follow legal newspapers, blogs, magazines, journals or whatever, they tend to pile up unread as we try to find the time to sit down and go through them.

During a busy work day, it can be hard to find time to read a blog post or an email, and if you're like many people you just find your Pocket filled with unread articles.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.

My inbox is full of unread Housegoeshome blogs!