Fire, The Wheel, Airplanes and Blogging

You have to wonder if there were nay-sayers when the whole fire thing first came about. You know, the ruthless militia that reassembles itself through the ages to riddle "never gonna happen" bullets into others' dreams and big ideas? What do you think the CaveLady who poo-pooed all over that wheel contraption would say now?

Ugh-ugh. Grunt. Scratch?

Yeah, I think so too. In fact, I know so b/c I am that CaveLady. Well, more like her distant cousin. I don't denounce new inventions, I just don't always get it. Don't get IM. Not compelled to iPod. Intrigued by Tivo, but not enough. Yeah, I know we had this technology conversation before, but this time I'm announcing my full conversion to live journaling and blogging.

Whoopee, right?

I opened this 'spot reluctantly, cuz I just didn't think many people would ... care. I haven't been convinced otherwise (not seeing a lot traffic, I tell ya), but I did discover that I've been approaching it all wrong. My new play cousins are Stefan and Emily in Corpus Christi, where I featured on Monday and got schooled on the live journal thing. Yeah, yeah,yeah, tool to keep up with my friends and loved ones. Cool. A daily writing exercise that I would likely keep up with? Sign me up! I need more pen discipline in my life.

So I'm committing my self --totally- to learning how to use this damn thing. Any tips would be appreciated, btw. I told Emily that it was like having a cell phone with 8,000 features and only knowing how to use 3 of them.

So, be warned, I'll be burning up the e-waves soon enough with mind numbing accounts of my life.

Watch out, world.

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