#600plus

I am amazed that there are now Just over 600 followers to this cigar blog, Cigar smoking is not a hugely popular thing here in the US, so I want to make sure that when I hit milestones like 600 I take time out to recognize the folks that keep this blog going and I hope entertaining.

When I started this blog I would post two or three times a month alternating between a cigar review and an original article of my experiences, now I am posting 1 or 2 times a week, from cigar reviews, original articles to re-blogs of other cigar fans blogs and photo shots of some of my random cigar stuff. It’s all of you that make this a fun thing for us to do here, so we will try and keep in interesting. If you have questions or comments, send them in we love hearing from others.

Many Thanks to all the bloggers that have found our entries worthy enough of re-posting on their own sites, Thank you to the original crew of cigar smokers I started this out with, namely the Dead Ringers Cigar Club, and all the crew at the Smoking Troll in Maine, that have given ideas and material to post whether they meant to or not!

 A special thanks to Eugene @eugene312, Shannen @shannensmokerings and Tre over @wheretheressmoke? for continuing to like and be nice enough to re-post some of our entries and add to the fun and help increase our audience. Please stop over and take a look at their blogs and see what they offer, it will be worth it.

Thank you One and All

 Nope she didn’t see me smoke, she didn’t catch me having sex, she saw me steal a doughnut. It was late one night (at half eleven, well past her bed time I think she might have been a little tired) my dad was giving me a lift home for Christmas and we stretching our legs and having a dinner b/c dad had been driving for best part of five/six hours. That’s where the services come into it, with all but the macdonalds closed and a cabinet of the days remaining Krispy Kream doughnuts. Long story short with the shop in which we would otherwise have paid for them being closed my mother was very uncomfortable with taking one, Oh yeah, and I told them I am now on anti depressants.

I feel like a baby, in the parents car driving, and like babies in cars I’m falling asleep, or at least trying my hardest not to.

In the back of the car there is no place other to go, I can’t run away and make a cup of tea, I can’t go into another housemates room and help them procrastinate, and I certainly can’t do anything that involves internet. So I’m sat here doing what I’ve been wanting to do for a couple of weeks now, write, it’s sad that my attention is so short that, I can’t keep to anything like this when I have freedom. So I guess the next step is to place myself in situations where I, like now, can do little else other than work, so, cafes or pubs where I won’t use the wifi if there is any. Next concern is finishing work; so on the off chance I do start working, I’ll try to keep working for a decent period of time, I tend to get distracted or I very quickly give up on anything more than childs play. And of course, as soon as we are home I have wifi and I am off again. It’s been three hours since we got home and I’ve only just started working again. It’s mostly been just talking to people as well, so it’s a case of learning to say goodnight etc when I need to. It’s pretty simple and I can do it.

tl;dr a dark car is a good place to work, and lack of wifi is good for writing (research shouldn’t be a thing while writing). So know I need to actively put myself in similar situations to get work done. Dialog with family is good, just don’t let her know about when you “steal” doughnuts.