My life on the Internet

So, if I post twice in one week, am I covered for the next two weeks?

Anyway, I just thought I'd tell you that, while looking through my list of sites that I check periodically (i.e. daily), I found myself going to my own blog to see if it had been updated. Sad. This marks a new chapter in my absentmindedness. By the way, my blog hadn't been updated, and, frustrated by the lack of updates I had found on the sites I frequent, I decided to do something about it in a sudden, unwonted burst of activism. I do live in Eugene, after all, which is right on the corner of Activism Street and Protest Lane.

"Just what are these sites that you frequent?" I hear you ask. Well, since I don't have much else I should be doing at the moment, and because this post is far too short to warrant your attention, I present to you: THE LIST!

1. World of Monkey Island
   
2. Homestar Runner
3. Facebook
   
4. Ask a Ninja
5. Grumpy Gamer
6. My own blog, to see if anyone commented on the latest lame thing I had to contribute to cyberculture.
7. The "add a post" page for my blog, which I stare at for a while and then decide that I have nothing to say.

Once in a while, even when I have nothing to say, I rant on for a while about the first thing that comes into my head. My cursor hovers above the "Publish" link as I contemplate whether I really want my friends and relations to read this drivel. Usually I figure "What the heck," and click anyway. There was that one about sweats which didn't quite make it. We'll save that for the director's cut.

The Adventures of Little Baubitt

Christmas 1995ish- Little Baubitt is hard at work sticking peppermints on a gingerbread house (actually made of graham crackers). Dad comes up behind her with a video camera. Ever eager to be immortalized in film, I look up sweetly and say, "Can you say I'm very creative?" (Actually, it was more like "cerative", but I thought you might not know what I was saying.) Dad, stifling a laugh, obligingly says, "You're very creative." Little Baubitt, satisfied, gives a little half knod and returns to decorating her house. Sometime when you're at my house ask Tanner to show you the video.

The reason I bring this anecdote up is that, apparently, even at the tender age of five, I liked people to give me words of affirmation. Nice words. It's probably the primary way that I receive love from others. Hugs, I could take or leave. Sorry, Tanner. I can appreciate it when people do practical things for me, but it doesn't mean much to me. Presents are nice, though. Quality time drives me nuts since I always think I ought to be doing something else. So say nice things to me. The end.