Monday, July 5, 2010


When I started this blogging "thing" I thought of it as a release. It was just a way to get my head out on paper, so to speak, so that all the little voices in my head would leave me the heck alone.

You know the ones I'm talking about. The sadistic bastards always jabber to me about my credit card payment, or my car loan, or my less-than-steller job status and accomplishments. They comment to me about other people, about interesting observations. And they NEVER SHUT UP. So I put them here.

Some of you are, no doubt, freaked out by this point (probably it's the "some of you" that know me in real life). Don't worry. I don't actually hear voices. It's more of a metaphor for my collective consciousness. I hope.

I never imagined what the world of "blogging" would open up for me. I mean, here I am, some dipshit from nowhereville, whining on the internet about my problems in some sort of display of ego-induced media whorism.

Whorism. Is that a word? If it's not, I think it should be. I'm making it a word. Please excuse my butchery of the english language.

I never realized that one could actually kind of "meet" other bloggers on the internet - and that those bloggers would be *real* people. People with problems. People who aren't perfect, people who are just like you and me.

Well, to be fair, I did realize that one could meet people on the internet. But my exposure to that concept was limited by the whole "social recluse/internet gamer phenomenon, and at the other extreme end of the spectrum there was the classic internet stalker/pedophile thing too.

I didn't realize there was a middle ground. Naive and regrettably narrow-minded of me, I know, but that had been my experience.

This last year (year!? Ok, to be fair, it's more like 9 months since I just took a little three month break) has let me in to see an inside look at some of the most amazing people's brains.


Thankyou to the bloggers of the world. Thankyou to the internet geeks. Thankyou to everyone who has ever had the courage and spirit to not only write interesting material, but to offer up your inner thoughts and workings on a silver platter for criticism and degradation.

And, most importantly, thank you for caring.


  1. You rock. And I would totally meet you. I might jump you, but that's ok. It would be a jump of love. ;)

  2. Thanks Sara! lol, if we ever meet you are more than welcome to jump me out of love :) I'd probably do the same.


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