Ok...so I guess I DID prompt you to read this second blog post (if you read the first one) so....
I only recently had the cable and internet turned on at my house. I had been going to the library (a 3 and a half minute walk from my house) to use the computers there to do whatever I needed to do online. Yes, online banking included. ...Don't worry...if anyone DID hack my stuff they have probably already been called by one of my debt collectors.
So yeah, I am super excited to be able to kill brain cells at home now. Between TV and the collapsing black hole that is the internet I really feel that I'm leaking brain cells from my earholes at this point. And I don't have that many to waste! The programs on TV are SHAMEFUL. I am soooo glad I don't have any kids. If I did I'd probably be that weird dreadlock-wearing, no-armpit-shaving, organic, smelly-hippie mom. TV sucks. I'd ban it from my (child-rearing) home. I kinda want to ban it from my house now...and it's just me and Chris. So sad.
And the internet is SO much worse! I barely trust MYSELF to use the internet...how do people raise kids these days knowing that the kids probably have looked at more porn in the first 2 years of their teenage lives than THEY  did in the first 15 years of their VHS renting heydays? Wow. I guess I'll have to cross that bridge when (if) I get there.

I digress. I suppose the point is, the internet CAN serve a useful purpose; and hopefully, I'll be able to utilize the marketing and promotion aspects of it. But only if I can stay away from youtube and failbook long enough to get anything done.

Sidebar: this blogging thing is so odd. Everytime I'm nowhere NEAR a computer I've got a running commentary with myself concerning EVERYTHING. Once I sit down to do the whole "writing" (and yes, I did airquote to myself just now) thing I go blank! I need a little parrot who I can train to ride my shoulder all the time. I'd just say out loud all the things I think throughout the day and when I am ready to write I'll let the bird repeat it all. Or maybe a tape recorder. But people who take notes in tape recorders are weird.