Why I Don't Blog - Part 1

It used to be my dream to be a popular, daily blogger like Dooce, or Mrs. G. Each day I would wake up with a hangover germ of a witty idea, and couldn't wait to head downstairs, into the basement, where my computer sat, waiting patiently...

The problem was is getting there.

As any passive aggressive woman, indentured servant parent, or British Banker knows, mornings are fraught with purpose yes, and practicality with peril... 

well maybe peril is somewhat of a dramatic word... perhaps distractions would be a better choice. 

There is this

TWMBFAN "They Who Must Be Fed And NOW" 

and this

and...  (to be continued)

Feeling The Need To Blog Again...

Oh, yeah, it's been months - maybe even more than a year... I was inspired lately to write some more, although, sadly, I really have nothing to say. I just miss the daily interaction or the prospect of interaction.  Have been embroiled of late with the back end of two different websites. One where I do nothing but follow directions, the other where everyone knows less than me and are willing to let me thrash around for a while to see what I come up with. Knowing only enough HTML to get me in trouble, I've somehow evaded any detection of my ignorance - and best of all, haven't hosed anything badly enough to be relieved of my duties.  But it makes me miss messing with this blog, trying to get it to look just right.  Anyway, I've opened the door to posting again, just enough to make it not so hard to dash off a quick one when I feel so moved.