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Hey, did you know - I have a blog? And I used to update it a lot - several times a week, sometimes even several times a day if I was bored. I know this because awhile back I stumbled across a downloaded copy of my old archives. And, christ, I posted a lot. Mainly weird observations, or random thoughts. Now if I have those, I just tweet* it. Which is fun to say, (tweet!) but kind of sad for my blog.

Now I'm imagining what it would be like if my blog had emotions. This is a little weird, moving on.

Hey, did you also know that I have a top-secret blog? Probably not, it's top secret. It's also kind of mean of me to tell you, since there's no link included. And even if you did manage to beat the link out of me, you couldn't see anything since it's password-protected. And half the time I can't even remember the password, so, you know. Anyways, it's just letters I wrote once upon a time, on those nights when it's late and I'm tossing and turning in bed because there's THINGS running through my mind. (I think average post time is 4 am.) I am aware that a journal would also be good for these occasions, and I have tried it, but sometimes a girl just likes to type in her beloved Georgia font.

Anyways, I was musing on way too many things all night, with my head all foggy and stuck in multiple years, so I decided to go check out the ol' secret blog. Its most recent entry was June 2006, and was a letter to myself. It's kind of strange to see words you've written, intensely personal words and phrases, spaced out so nicely upon a screen. It's a little vexing when you can no longer remember some of the personal code.  

But it definitely sucks to realize that you were a better writer in the past. So. Blog-ahoy?


*Once I made the mistake of calling them "twits." I know that's not what other people call them, but it was fun to say. I got a lot of responses correcting me, so now I am careful to use the twitter-acceptable noun/verb only. Also, I appreciate a word that can be both a noun and a verb. That's why I like Wade. (Among other reasons, I guess. Heh.)

Right now I am feeling irked and hurt by the announcement that I have like, a month to submit to the demands at Flickr, and link it to a Yahoo account. I loathe Yahoo, and while I may seem like a petulant child ("But I don't want to!!!") there is something disturbing to me about it.

I don't like having lots of stuff linked, especially when it's a big company. Maybe I'm getting paranoid, and perhaps I'm a hypocrite, seeing how I love Google and all, but.. I don't think it's some supposed war between Yahoo and Google, because really? Whatever. With Google, they created new features and I chose whether to use them or not. I love my Gmail account, and after a brief stint with Bloglines (hello, ugliness!) I decided that Google Reader was for me.

For a long time, Literati was the only redeeming factor in Yahoo's lineup of ill-designed, clunky and pointless options. Now I've found Scrabulous which is better than Scrabble! (Except that Scrabulous doesn't come with peppermint mochas.) I never really thought of Flickr as being a Yahoo outlet, though it has been for some time. It had all the benefits of Yahoo, without the need to be known as "sara528492" or some other godawful pseudo name. I have a pro account, and I love my pro account. I have paid money to get more use out of this service, because it fuels and highlights one of my passions. But now I'm being told how I have to use it, I have to link it to something that I don't actually use. And I'm feeling bullied and hurt by that.

In amusing news, however, my brother has a permission slip from his English teacher. My parents have to sign it to say that yes, he may watch The Matrix in class, and yes, that they will buy him one of the five listed books for him to read. Because otherwise he will "loose" points. That's right. Loose, not lose. I guess it's just a science fiction class. But still! An English teacher! For shame.