Blogger says I am not currently following any blogs...

...so I'd like to tell it why: I can't find anything to follow on you, Blogspot. Nothing. I don't even know where to look. You've no commons. No student center. No blogrings. And yes, you have no bananas. In fact, I'm fully prepared to announce that you're the craziest blog site I've ever been a part of. And if Xanga weren't the only other one I'd actually ever tried, I would certainly invoke that superlative. Grammar concerns notwithstanding, I find it nearly impossible to believe that one nuttier than you could exist.

I'm rather enjoying Dvorak's "New World" Symphony now that I've downloaded it in movements rather than as one, giant, pirated opus. I don't know what it is about the big chunk o' symphony, but not only can I not enjoy one, but I've also yet to make it through one in its entirety. Upon getting a smashed to bits symphony, however, I'm completely happy to sit through it. I wonder - does that betray a weak or a strong mind?

Oh, can it. I knew you'd say that. You lot are becoming awfully easy to manipulate.

Let's see ... what to bemoan next? Oh, I know. How about how there's no hard disk iPhone? I mean, I download 16 gigs of stuff every time I sit down at the PC. Absolutely valueless, that flash-driven iPhone.


Or is it 16 megs that I download? No matter - it makes for a case that's like a thousand times stronger if I leave it as gigs, so I won't be changing it anytime soon.

I'm taking some training on Wheedling in the Workplace that's quite edifying but even more disturbing because of it. For I now see there's but one reason why anyone would ostensibly take a genuine interest in my needs. I do hope you didn't guess it, and just in case you didn't, it's to ultimately get what they want.

I just hate looking at things from that perspective. It reduces us to single-minded, opportunistic leeches in my mind and I'd really rather not think about us in that way.

See, I may not know the true meaning of life, but I do know enough to know it's probably not sitting around worrying about who's gonna getcha.