Sex!

Oh dear.

I seem to have some kind of communication-related diarrhea. This is already the second, um, spray of blog that's emerging out of me today. Ecch. Did I have to write that. Well, too late to do anything about it now.

Not sure if this is communication though; at least so far this has been purely one-way. This is more like documentation of things I've been thinking about. It should be useful to write down some thoughts every now and then, in a hope that it will be interesting, and amusing (and not regrettable) to read these myself a hundred years from now.

What was I going to say? Oh yeah, it just hit me: the internet is really useful. I mean, for example, me (and my wife, I suspect, if I dare say) would really be nuts now because of lack of communication with the outside world, if it wasn't for the internet. Even more nuts than now. And again, it's not so much the two-way communication that's important, but being in touch with things. I mean, what did parents of a small child do before the internet, while being isolated from other people? They got used to it, and then went totally mad from all the bright lights and incentives on their first night out after having the baby, I tells ya. That's why all the people 10 years older than me are totally bonkers. Oh, and even today, I hear, there are a few people who've never been to the internet. So I suppose they either are or will become nuts.

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I seem to have painted myself in a corner now. I had some kind of a point, but then I lost it and now I can't be bothered to read what I just wrote so I might remember it again.

A downside of the internet is that it's too easy to publish. You can just write anything, claim it is the truth and then some clown will believe you, just because it looks convincing. Now look at this page! Looks kind of official, nice layout and all! And then they will probably try to hold you responsible for it.

I just keep on thinking about blogging. It's still not obvious to me that I should be writing this. I realised that there are basically three alternatives when writing a blog:

1) Do it totally anonymous, so that no-one will know that it's you. This way, if anyone you knew happened to stumble upon your blog, they would have no way of knowing that it's you writing all that opinionated crap.

2) Write under an alias, but let your friends know that it's your blog.

3) Expose your real name.

I'm not going to publicly declare who I am, just in case I want to rant about my co-workers or friends someday. And I don't want just any acquiantance or mortal enemy to google my name and find my blog. But I do think that it would be nice to have an audience, or at least be able to think that there is.

On the other hand, I somehow dislike the idea of telling friends that "here's my blog, it's about my life, read it, la-di-dah", so I've not told anyone. There are some tracks, so I guess it's just a matter of time before somebody finds this. Hi ya. So I'm kind of floating between options 1) and 2).

And by the way, if the hypothetical reader is wondering about the title of this writing, after reading all this non-sexy, quasi-web-existential musing, here is why. I do have one reader, it's my wife, from whom I couldn't keep this a secret. She told me to write about interesting things, like sex. So I will: we had it last night. It was good. Love ya!