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2:09 PM

I am Honoured

Many bloggers fear the time when someone they already know, someone from 'real life', will find their blogs. It can be an irrational fear, a manifestation of self-conciousness as a kind of paranoia, but a fear that still afflicts many bloggers. I have been one such blogger.

Today, I got an email from an old friend, Michael. He has found my blog! He stuck 'barsticus' into Google, the stalker's friend, and found me that way. To my relief (not that I had terribly great fear of what he'd think, for I have very much come to terms with being a blogger), he spoke well of it. Or wrote well of it, or typed well, as the case may indeed actually be.

To my honour (is that the right way of wording it?), he has even been inspired to start his own blog, Diary of a Supernaturalist. Although new, it is already a good read. (And I'm not just saying that because he wrote nice, complimentary things about my blog there.)

I have known Mr Michael since, oh, the mid eighties. Haven't had much contact with him for a while, though, but that's because we blokes really are crap at keeping in contact. But I shall leave you to read his blog if you want to know more about him.

Anyway, I now feel as if my own blog has 'graduated' to the next level - a blog that has inspired the beginnings of another blog! Now, finally, I feel as if my blogging really is somehow real in a way that it wasn't before.

That's all, for now.

6:56 PM

Been Busy

This last week, I've not been too well. Sunday, which was Mothers' Day, was a day on which I felt unwell enough to declare to myself that I was unwell. The rest of the week has had me feeling generally naff, a bit down because of it, lethargic and generally naff.

I'm feeling better now. I've just had chicken'n'chips.

I'll spare you the details of earlier on in the week. Except to mention a spate of monster turds, and toothache that turned into some kind of gum ache, very much in the style of a molar seeking to erupt, but not managing to do so.

Other than being not so well, I've been getting rather bored with job seeking. It's already become a chore. And writing a splendiferous CV to put up on the web is something that's beginning to make me feel a bit miserable.

Other than that, I was quite enjoying preparing a bunch of XHTML documents and stylesheets to be my all-new, personal website. An official one, that is. One in which I give my full name, and stuff like that. One for the potential employers to see.

But, augh, CV writing is just something I never, ever enjoy.

Also, I've been following the war. Those Americans still seem to be shooting the wrong people (Brits, civilians, bus passengers in foreign lands...). Haven't heard of them bombing any Chinese embassies, yet.

It's scary. Americans are crap at urban warfare, and they're going to have to resort to something like that to take Baghdad. We Brits, on the other hand, have lots of experience of it, largely from Belfast. It'll be interesting to see how the American invasion of Baghdad compares to the British invasion of Basra. But scary. Those Americans are just too ready to shoot civilians rather than face the risks of war, it seems.

Ah, so much I could say about this war.