One thing about this web page: I’m an easy guy to find.
I mean, not if you want to drive up alongside me during lunch hour and jack my car — I think finding my physical location is moderately difficult, if I’m not inclined to give it to you.
But find me on the internet? Easy as pie. Hell, on Yahoo and Google, you don’t even have to know my last name.
Not always the best thing in the world. The trash that shows up in my mailbox is pretty overwhelming sometimes. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve had a number of old friends find me since June of last year. (Which is when I really started the blog thing in earnest, something that has essentially made Google my bitch. I’ve had this domain for years, and it was always stuffed to the brim with content, but the content was mostly static. Google likes links. Google likes change. We gots thats.)
Great — my friends can find me. So can a lot of other people — mortgage agents, porn sites, online casinos, porn sites, software wholesalers, porn sites, work-from-homers, porn sites, and a lot of other shit in my mailbox from people that I actually used to know… whom I just don’t give a damn about.
Wasting my time.
You know who you are, don’t you? Yes you do.
I wouldn’t give it up for anything — don’t misunderstand. When I see my wife ‘wind down’ at the end of the day by logging onto her computer and reading my web page, that makes me feel really good. I love seeing the comments, both from the people I know and the ones I don’t.
But then there’s the shite I get that can fill up a whole weekend and rob me of my time.
You know who you are.
