Shoot My Blog’s Game Plan Could Use a Little Something Extra

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Renaud, the author of Shoot My Blog, asked a bunch of other bloggers (including us; we declined) to shoot a digital photo of something with his blog in the background. Here are the results.

It’s cool that he got a bunch of people to go out of their way and do this for him, but what’s it all for? Like Paris Hilton circa 2006, the blog apparently only exists to be photographed. You wanna put an ad on that bad-boy or what?

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