I'm going to make a sincere effort to, you know, blog more often.

I'm not sure why. Friends who love me enough to want to know what is passing through my tiny brain on a daily basis are usually in touch with me via e-mail.

Strangers who want to mock me are welcome to buy tickets to the next episode where I fall down a flight of stairs.

The indifferent majority probably wishes I'd take up less space on the internet.

Did you ever hear of a thing called, "Blogstreet"? I did, just recently.

Apparently it's a site you can check to see how often you're "blogrolling" other blogs, which doesn't make much sense to me, and also to find your "blog neighborhood" which I also don't quite understand. There's also a "ranking" system that seems to mean nothing. I love this site.

It's like reading about cricket. I have only the vaguest idea of what the words mean, but there's a weird charm in the way they flow. Every time I read about "googlies" I just have to laugh.

As for Blogstreet, I was only mildly amused by my own confusion until I ran into "googlatives." Now I love them unconditionally. I have no idea what a "googlative" is and I don't suppose I ever will, but that doesn't matter.

Organized gibberish entertains me.

I'm thinking (stop me if you've heard this one before) of getting my own domain name. Then, of course, I'll have to find out how you get your stuff online under your own domain name. I'm pretty sure you don't have to buy and run your own server, but I may be wrong.

I'm not quite amused by my ignorance of the internet, considering that I've been online for about twelve years, but whatever. Nowhere on this or any other page is there a claim made that I'm intelligent.

I could learn to do these things, but my interest in doing so is tepid at best. I'd prefer to save my remaining brain cells for contemplating Spike* things that matter.

(*You didn't think I was going to write an entire blog entry and not mention that name, did you?)

What I really need to do is to update my list of "blogs you should read" because I've started reading three or four more on a semi-regular basis. (Such linking is less for your entertainment than to keep me from having to actually memorize any URLs, you understand.)

There's a man out lurrrking in the hallway next to the women's restroom. You don't actually get much of that kind of thing here.

Okay, once some disturbed teenager tried to peek at me while I was in there, but I caught him at it and scared him half to death, but that's not quite the same thing.

Actually, I'm not certain which is scarier.

I had something to say, but I've forgotten what it was. If I remember, I'll come back and say it.