It happens.

Someone sent me a post and pointed out that the whole livejournal/blog thing is largely composed of people tossing all of their thoughts and the kitchen sink into one place for the world to enjoy or ignore at will and maybe, considering how I rail against the apolitical behavior of most citizens in this country, it behooves me to go ahead and mix up my real world politics with my rants on fandom and my ramblings about Alvin and the Chipmunk.

I just don't know. I tend to rant a lot more about politics than about fandom (hard to believe, isn't it?) and my politics are fairly defined. I mean, to put it bluntly, I haven't ordered an, "Impeach George Bush" t-shirt yet, but I'm thinking about it. I can't decide if any readers in this neighborhood would be entertained by my Bush-bashing.

Which brings me back to one of my original questions about blogging. Is one compelled to attempt to be entertaining?

Must one make entries with one eye on the readership or is one allowed to merely babble aimlessly and if the world finds one tedious, the world is free to shove it?

I'm keenly aware that my last few entries have lacked the venom of some of my earlier posts and that said venom appears to be the thing many were finding entertaining. Now that I'm defanged, are you still reading?

Am I alone?

(Was that an echo?)

Do I care?

I love metadiscussion. Even if I can't find anyone but me to talk to. (The same reminding person I mention above also reminded me that she first made my acquaintance through a yahoogroups group with a membership of one. She subscribed to the aforementioned group and found that it consisted of nothing but me arguing with myself about a story I was writing and calling myself names. No, I'm not in therapy. I'm not a danger to myself and others. I'm just easily amused.)

The point is that I don't actually require an audience outside of myself in order to keep myself amused. Like right now. I have no expectation that anyone in the world will actually still be reading this entry, but that doesn't in any way lessen my enjoyment of writing it. I'm happy just listening to the click of the keys as I type.

Really, I'm a very simple soul.

The advantage of talking only to myself, of course, is that I don't have to exercise any self-restraint. (Yes I do. You'd be surprised.) And also that when I make an ass of myself, I don't have an audience. I'm not sure if there's a disadvantage.

I should point out that I have a head cold, a sore throat, and a killer headache. These things should be factored in if you're contemplating reacting to my current mood. In more rational moments I do understand that there's no point in posting something on the internet if you don't want someone else to see it.

While I'm thinking about it, although I have no idea why I'm thinking about it, Cap'n Nasty, you can go here to find out what's really in Spam. Go on. You'll love it. There's haiku!