I guess before my general disdain for the weblog fad solidifies, I should at least give it a good turn. More than a few of the â€˜blogs Iâ€™ve stumbled into had â€œI hate these things, reallyâ€ opening entries, but clearly something sucked them in. Whatâ€™s the appeal? Weâ€™ll see.
The WifeUnit, after some prodding from her Anti-Tubby Hubby, is auctioning off our set of Teletubbies videos. If someone ends up paying more than $5 each, Iâ€™m going to feel mighty guilty. They are used.
Speaking of my darling Jen, Iâ€™ve turned her into a guinea pig as well as an excuse to indulge my geekly aspirations by upgrading her journal to run off a simple but elegant CGI script. (Thanks, Steve!) Now she can rant away without depending on me to throw in the HTML and upload itâ€¦ which may or may not be a bad thing. Of course now that I figured it out, Iâ€™m on an evangelical rampage again, trying to get some friends to pick up the escribitionist bug. â€œSee? All automated! Câ€™mon, expose your life for the world to see!â€
Hmm. Thatâ€™s a whole paragraph already. I should be saving this energy for the actual journal. (â€™blog infections have also been known to kill off web diaries.)
Well, maybe this is the place to get all meta (in the web diary sense, not the physics sense), â€™cause I hate that stuff in my journal. I can link to other great journals and bizarre sites and write in incomplete sentences and not feel bad.
Yeah. Thatâ€™s it. But who knows how long itâ€™ll last. Jenâ€™s miffed that Iâ€™ve already somewhat lost my affinity for Epinions.Com, after all.