Sometimes no amount of rage can move your technology

I spent the third night of the blog screaming at my sister's computer and agonizing over format. I wrote very little, making 10 or 12 oh my g*d corrections to my grammar spelling and syntax and rearranging posts and photographs like the deck chairs on the sinking ship of my feeble ambitions. I felt excited at the progress I thought I'd made in creating a look for the blog but anxious about those deadly zeroes in the comments counter. Suppose they gave a blog and nobody came. I googled an article today from the NY Times magazine, 2006, that said there were something like 27 million blogs. In 2006. By now it must be 50 million or more. (In the words of the immortal Casey Stengal, you could look it up.) For most of us blogging is the writing equivalent of a karoke singer hoping to be discovered while belting out Whitney Houston---everyone else is busy flirting, chatting or ordering another drink. Somebody write me, please. It's lonely in this little green box I call home.