Sorry. Muse-less today.

So. I love bandwagons as much as the next girl, and now I'm going hitch a ride on this purty one that's travelling through town.

Why do I blog?

Radar managed to provoke a burst of panicky introspection yesterday, by publishing Chesty, Fingers and Donnie's blog addresses. My initial reaction was yay! for them - they're all Site-Meter Whores in their own right (well Fingers would be, if he could get it back...). And for all Donnie and Finger's self-conscious waffling, their posts are funny. And Chesty, well she's thought this through... and she knows what she's doing... and she writes in an engaging, yet thoughtful way. I heart Chesty's blog.
However, the lurkers came and lurked in their hundreds, and the question of 'Anonymity' arose. W, Mex and I (to a lesser extent) suddenly freaked. And then calmed down. As is our wont. But as panic ebbed away, it left the question - What are we doing here? What's the point of these myriad blogs? I know that MrB doesn't get it. He doesn't know why I want to waffle endlessly about crap. And then put it Out There. And he doesn't get how I can be friends with people I haven't met. And he's afraid of freaky internet-lurking freakoids. As are we all...

But I like it. I like writing, and it's something I don't get a chance to do much of anymore. And I can write sentences like that and go hmmm, that's wrong, but you know, I just don't care. Coz I know what I mean. And other people know what I mean too. And that's all that matters.
This blog exists within a bubble. A bubble that will sometimes expand to include my Real Life, but that will often just be me and my puter. And my thoughts...