This blog has lost focus, or, rather, it never had focus. I’m not sure what I want the focus to be, but I know that I want more than there currently is. I keep a paper-based, moleskin diary for my truly dark thoughts, however I do enjoy this little endeavor, so I’m going to have to give some deep contemplation to vibe and sentiment.
I’m also thinking about placing my weathered, battle scarred face up in the picture box. I wonder what the potential ramifications of this could be? I know I’m ugly, so having the few people that read this share that knowledge with me isn’t really a concern; I am, however, a little worried that it may help one of my reality based friends chance upon this site. Hmmm, more contemplation is required I guess.
With thoughts of community spirit in mind, I went trawling tonight for some good Australian blogs. I was sadly disappointed at what I found. In comparison to the US and Canada there seems to be a dire shortage of long-running, passionate political and/or personal blogs. The ones that I was able to find have popped up magically in the sidebar.
In a complete digression, I think that blogging will likely be the death of me. You see, I work on a wireless laptop which I sit on my lap as I type in bed. My computer seems to emit some pretty potent death rays and, given the positioning in which it sits, those rays are finding their way into my balls. At the end of a half-hour sitting my balls grow quite hot and begin to ache. I’m thinking testicular cancer is not that far away; that or mutant babies. I was probably already likely to have mutant babies, so death is my major concern right now. Maybe I need to wear boxers made out of tinfoil. Now that would be a fashion statement.
[Update: Silly me. Babies are probably something that are physiologically impossible for me to have, anyway.]