Who's reading YOUR blog?

Greetings, loyal readers...and others.

Some of you may have noticed, if you've tried to get to the Abode in the last couple of days, that the Storyteller has been curiously absent. Well, it's time that I explain.

You see, on Thursday, I had a bit of a...situation. And before you all worry, it was not a medical situation. No, what happened was that someone found my blog.

I know, you're thinking, "That's great! We love for new people to read our blogs! What's the big deal?" Well, that's a good question. The person who found my blog was a co-worker.

It was all innocent enough, we were all joking around, and somehow he did a Google search on my name. Well, my Blogger profile came up, and before I knew it, he was looking at my blog. And then he saw the pics of me dressed up in my RenFest garb. And he thought it was hilarious, which, it pretty much is. So he emailed it to the other guys I work with, who of course also found it hilarious. And it was a funny moment.

But he also sent the link to the blog itself, and for a few moments, deep down, I started to panic, and in a fit of worry, I took down the blog.

Looking back on it now, I'm not really sure why I was so bothered. Afterall, I put the blog up there because I want people to read it, right? But the thing is, I've always known pretty much who was reading it. They were people who knew me pretty well, people who I knew cared about me, people who mostly shared my political and social views on the world. People who wouldn't really confront me about the things I'd been writing.

That's why I've never really mentioned my blog to my family. There are things in there that I'm just not ready to deal with my family knowing, or finding out. And there are things I express in there that I thought I didn't want people at work reading either.

But the more I thought about it, the more I felt like I was doing myself a disservice . I mean, I follow the golden rule of blogging: Don't blog about work. But I do blog about politics, and things of a somewhat personal nature. Still, as I looked back at my blog, I realized that there isn't anything in there that I should be ashamed of. My blog is who I am. It's my personality, my likes, my dislikes...to read my blog is to know me. To love me is to love my blog...okay, that didn't make as much sense as I thought it would...

The point is, why should I be embarrassed by anything I've written, if it comes from the heart, and it is part of who I am. One of the greatest battles I've fought in my life is to become comfortable with who I am as a person. And that's part of why I started a blog to begin with. To say things that I believe, and to have other people hear them, regardless of what they may think of me afterwards. It's who I am, and if you don't like it, well, we can talk about it. I'll defend my point of view, unless you can give me a good reason why I'm wrong, and I can accept that as well.

Wow. This has been a really cathartic experience. I think I've come to terms with something that I didn't even really realize was bothering me. Man, this feels good.

So come all readers. Bring on your comments, great and small. The Storyteller is back, baby!

The lamest blogger on teh Intarweb

So I haven't posted in ages. Yeah, I'm lame, what of it?

And I still don't have anything to blog about. Nothing is pissing me off right at this moment...well, okay, lots of things are pissing me off all the time, but nothing I want to blog about.

So I guess I'll just do the lame thing and basically list out everything I've done lately, while I listen to the Kingston Trio--not that any of you know who they were. Here ya go. Enjoy!

Item 1: Last week Michelle and I were real social butterflies. We had three social engagements in as many days. We saw a movie with Lynn on Thursday night, saw a movie with the Cruise Crew on Friday night, and had dinner with Sarah and friends on Saturday night. Man, that's more than I usually do in a month.

Item 2: Saturday I was very physically motivated for some reason. Michelle and I were up at 6 to go help clean up the Riverside area with TEL, Spansion and Sematech. And then I came home and mowed the yard, edging and all. Then we went out Saturday night. I wish I knew where all that energy came from, and where it went.

Item 3: I FINALLY got to see Brokeback Mountain. It was as wonderful a movie as I had heard. And yes, I cried like a little girl at the appropriate moment. It really was so sad and beautiful... And now I'm really really pissed that Crash won the best picture Oscar. BBM was SO the better movie.

Item 4: I had alot of homework Sunday and Monday night. I had to practice for my speech this afternoon at the TM meeting. I did a 15 minute reading from Tom Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. Personally, I think I did a pretty good job, especially since I had to read both parts, and it's pretty challenging to keep switching voices and tones. But it was fun. It makes me long for the stage once again. Ah, well, in another life, perhaps...

Item 5...

Eh, I guess that's enough for now. I can't think of anything else, and it's late, so I'm going to bed.

Sleep well, my lovelies. Adieu, adieu...remember me...