This little blog of mine -

I admit I have mixed feelings about it.

Sometimes, it feels very strange and weird to be out here, in the tundra that is the Internet where anyone can just stumble across my random stories about bugs and Frosted Flakes and Jesus knows what else.

I believe Kevan would call it narcissistic drivel about my lonely life - but fuck him. He doesn't even stop by here to say hello. ;)

Other times, like this morning, I get a reminder that there's purpose in it when I am contacted by someone I haven't heard from in years. Someone I might never have run into again were it not for this silly little spot where I archive my bruised apples, irritated eyeballs, and broken-hearted moments.

These random connections have happened several times and it's weird, everytime, when someone from my past Googles me. Everytime I realize the power of the Internet, I get a little bit tripped out.

That I've affected someone and they choose to seek me out, hoping to find a snippet of my life and Google directs them here, to read about Columbus the Silverfish (may he rest in peace), or GunGuy, or about how Nations all beef patties really are made with all the dead guys that GunGuy probably shot down the street from my ghetto-fabulous apartment, is great albeit probably not exactly what they were hoping for.

(At least I hope it was Google - this particular person just said "search engine", but really, is there any other?)


Also, in reviewing my archives while getting links for this post I am struck with the knowledge that life is really good right now.