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Mon Jan 04, 2010 5:17 pm
Nate says...



Since blogs are the most trafficked part of YWS, it only makes sense to give them their own website, right? Now they (kinda) have one!

Typing www.ywsblogs.com into your browser will take you directly to the blogs section of YWS. Additionally, something like:
http://nate.ywsblogs.com
Will take you directly to my blog. Just replace 'Nate' with your username, and you have an easy link to your blog. Note that it won't work if you have spaces, dots or other special characters in your username.
  





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Mon Jan 04, 2010 5:37 pm
Kamas says...



:o! Shweet!
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Mon Jan 04, 2010 5:39 pm
AquaMarine says...



:O Awesome!
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-Spock.

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Mon Jan 04, 2010 7:41 pm
*writewatiwant* says...



'O' Awesomesauce!
Piglet: How do you spell love?
Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.

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Wed Jan 06, 2010 7:50 pm
Kale says...



Neato. :o
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Wed Jan 06, 2010 8:32 pm
OxfordandOnyx says...



Cool. Neat idea!
Four kinds of people I hate most in life.
1. People who use a preposition to end a sentence with.
2. People who can't count.
3. People who think it's 'clever' to quote ironic phrases.
  








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