One Month Later

I thought I would like writing here where nobody knows me, except James. I followed him over here. But not writing here for one month is symptomatic of my need for validation. I don't get notes here, or comments or any sort of feedback. Is that why I write online? I want perfect strangers to send me random words attached to my ramblings?

Time for some reevaluation here.

I did discover a new photo hosting place with flickr. True, their URLs are much shorter than snapfish and I have been slightly pied off with them lately for their outright snubs of Mac users.

I'm getting a PowerBook one of these days. It's being gifted. The same person who gifted me with this here iMac Dalamatian.

I'm also in a horrid rut and I'm having a hard time getting out from its deepening maw. I know it's all mental, and like mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter. But I do mind, gosh darn it all to heck.

Every picture tells a story, don't it?