I was at work a minute ago, and two employees were talking about Mormonism. I have no idea if I typed that correctly or not.
"Do you wear the magic underwear?" I blurted out. (It's my first experience with a Mormon.)
"You see?!!" the guy exclaimed. "I just got done calling them magic underwear! The guys have to wear them!"
"No, I don't wear the magic underwear." she replied, blushing in the most cute/embarassed way.
I related to them about how I read a website ran by a Mormon living in Salt Lake City, Utah (Like you didn't know) and about how she writes about her life and takes pictures and posts them on the internet. (Nevermind the part about how she's one of the main reasons I started this.) Earlier I talked to the moms about Flickr, and both demographics were equally dumbfounded. "Why would anyone want to do that?" "You mean it's where anyone can see it?"
To me, doing this Website thing, this pirate thing is like living on your own planet and being naked all the time.
Why not? I mean sure out of all the billions of stars someone probably has a really sweet telescope. They can get a good shot of my package, but like, who really cares? A package is a package, and even though my package is important to me, there are a lot of better ones out there to go apeshit over.
If I'm an ant in an antfarm, then keep the cat away from the glass and don't shake up the sand, Yo? I don't mind comments from strangers, I think it's actually kind of cool. Tap on the glass, see what I do, but DON'T SHAKE IT!
Anyway, I digress. This web thing, that I've been doing for 1 year and just shy of 4 months is just second nature to me now. As far as the writing goes, anyway. The graphics are a constant challenge to me artistically, but not really the important part anyway. They are forced, seriously thought out pieces of design, wheras the actual "Blogging" for lack of a better word is just something I do. (Maybe that's why my writing sux>;-)) A part of myself that has always needed to be released. It's fortunate for me that I live in the age of computers, and there are others like myself and Heather Armstrong and Kimba No Limba and Aaron and Candy and Mimi Smartypants and Heather Champ and Kristy K and all of us crazy internet people. People who have helped pave the way.
I don't talk about it much outside of my computer chair. My folks don't know, my boss and co-workers don't know, and I don't know most of you. Still, it's not a lonely thing. It's a pirate thing.
AMF
P.S.
Dooce, if I really do decide to send this to you, so that I know you will read it and hopefully feel at least a little cool and pretty influential in a pirate-y sort of way, I just wanted to say thanks again, and please continue to harass your poor dog for my enjoyment. (Sorry Chuck!)
P.P.S.
I didn't forget Fussy and Fearless Sunflower and Mel and Sh1ft and Odd Todd and Rainy Pete and GEORGE! and Old Grandma Hardcore, it just wasn't working with the whole piece. I really should have left Fussy in tho.
[NEVER FEAR THE NAME DROP]