So, I originally came into a space close by to post on a radio friend's website -
and here I end up setting up my own blog.
How did this happen? Am I the kind of person who'll sign up for anything?
Will I buy any old vaccuum cleaner that's brought to my door?
...All of a sudden, I feel weak and queasy.
Not really.
Just haven't written the word 'queasy' in a while, and I missed it.
Go ahead, say it.
Queasy.
Almost makes you queasy, doesn't it?
Will I ever get a chance to update this thing?
...or am I stuck here until I write, "I will not waste space with vapid commentary" 500 times?
I've been asked before why I haven't fired one of these things up, and my excuse has always been not enough time in the day. And NOW - now that I have twin babies not yet 6 months old as I write this - time is a currency I can no longer afford to waste.
It probably doesn't matter to you, dear reader, but rather than posting daily for the sake of posting, I probably won't post unless I feel I have something that's worth sharing.
Could be a while, then, he said to himself as he typed.
Having said that, though, there will no doubt be countless baby pictures, and
- I'm sure -
the occasional errant thought that would be better off not shared,
but at least - if shared at all -
shared in/on my own space rather than wasting space on Nattie's or Lene's -
or anyone else's blog, for that matter.
If they're (who are they, again?) giving this space away, do you think that maybe there's
way too much space 'out here' to begin with? ...and how much space needs to get filled up
before the internet gets clinically obese and has to go on some kind of doctor-assisted plan?
...just thinkin' out loud...
