Got Gmail invites that I have been sitting on for a couple of months now. You want ’em come and get ’em. Send an email to ragedied at gmail dot com to reserve yours today.
For the non-initiated, Gmail is an online email account being offered by Google to compete directly with Yahoo! and Hotmail. Geeks are all over it just because it’s google and it is offering so awesome search functions. The rest of us may just want to grab that vanity address that we have been denied by those other services for all those years. How does firstname.lastname@example.org sound to you?
I was so proud of myself for blogging so regularly for a while there. Alas it was only a temporary euphoria. Now I feel the need just to post something… anything.
There have been quite a few things that I have wanted to blog on in the last month or so but it works out like this; I am a slow typer so it takes me a long time to put together just a few paragraphs and as I am typing I am thinking ahead of what is being typed too. Conceptually I am way ahead of my typing and thoughts get confused between what is being typed and what I am thinking of for the next paragraph. When it gets really bad I start skipping to the current thought in my head by ending the paragraph I am on and starting the next. This cheats the thought of the preceding paragraph and leaves out any thoughts that I may have had that would have linked the two paragraphs together. Not to mention the constant rereading of the current paragraph in order to recapture the essence of what I am trying to blog about in the first place, there by losing the current thought, you know the one two thoughts ahead on the thought being typed, never to be heard from again.
Ya dig what I am saying here?
Of course you don’t. I reread the paragraph and it doesn’t make sense to me… well yes it does, but only because I know the missing parts and the intent of the paragraph.
This whole thing is quite narcissistic and self-critical but interesting none the less. I am amazed sometimes at how my own thought process works. Analytical one moment and emotional the next, emphatic and unsure at the same time, I give myself a headache thinking about how I think.
Ok, so here it is, the obligatory blog entry. I am going to take some Advil now.