Nothing to Say

Women seek power,
men seek love.
Men are power,
women are love.

Hot dang! Check out the new pope's name!!

What did you think my "B" stood for??

Bless you all.

Don't respond to a blog via email. There's a "comments" option on
each post. Jeez!! :)

On 4/18/05, (name withheld) wrote:
>
> Nice Blog... I will have to talk to you in person.. specially about the
> masturbation part -- What a blog can do to liberate people !!!
>
> Yes.. I was right -- Picasa is not available for Linux -- Skype is !
>
> (name withheld)
>

I just found this when looking for info on Picasa & Linux. Jeez, no
Linux version. I'm temped to dump Linux now. What do I need it for??
I use gmail for email, Firefox (with plugins like Flash, but only on
Windows) for browsing and now Blogspot, Picasa & Hello. Hey, wait a
minute... why do I need Windows either!!

From The future of Linux multimedia:

There's no Linux version for this yet but in the Picasa.com forums
you'll notice that one of the Picasa developers is counting the number
of people who want a Linux version. If you use Linux and you'd like to
see Picasa for Linux, I would post this desire there, stand up and be
counted! You can post anonymously without registering.

About that earlier post, Hello?. It's not that I'm a complete idiot. I just feel pressure to write something, fast. I've gone and (prematurely) applied to Google AdSense to have their ads displayed on my hokey little blog site. What a joke. To pull this off all I need to do is establish this site as a popular site with at least hundreds, if not thousands, of visitors per day. In other words, just an ordinary, reasonably popular web site, amongst the billions of web sites on the world wide web. The pressure and frustration is killing me.

I'm trying to think... I don't even know anyone with a popular web site. And I'm trying to pull his off with almost no content, no advertising and, because I find this such a humiliating process, I don't even tell my friends or family about this site. I think I would have better luck trying to sell advertising space on the inside of my garage.

Here are the various levels of degeneration. There's masturbation, writing in a private journal and, finally, starting a blog. I've read a quote somewhere that excuses the first two, so long as one washes their hands at the end. But writing a blog? I scrub and scrub but everything I touch still feels sticky. I think it's me.

Dave's 20 now. I sent him a candle, chocolate covered Oreos, DORITOS™ NACHO CHEESIER Crackers and a couple of DVDs, one of which is Top Gun. None of which will arrive in time. I called him today to wish him a Happy Birthday and warn him he'll have to wait until Monday for his presents. He was playing pool with friends on base when I called. He said he'll do something to celebrate his birthday in the evening.

I didn't shop until the last minute. What can I say? I didn't know his address was working until earlier this week when he called. Well, actually it's not just that he disappeared. I'm busy now with a project at work, a writing workshop and a yoga workshop this weekend. Plus my income tax return. The first one w/o Dave as a dependent. Dave's lucky I remembered at all.

Hello?

I don't think this is going to work.



Hello?? HELLO!??!

Waiting...

No, this damn thing is not working at all. This is the dumbest thing I've ever done in my life.

Goodbye!