There is an unusual side effect to having a blog. It shortens your conversations. I've had several situations lately where I've started talking to someone about something, and they've stopped me short. "Oh yeah, I read about that on your blog."

Huh. I'm repeating myself without even saying anything. Now I have to consider what I've written about, and who may have read the entry before striking up a chat. It's a lot to think about, although it is a shorthandy-time saver in situations where I'm tired of a topic.

"You can read about it on my blog".

Is this what we've become? We just put our thoughts and feelings out there for public consumption, but never have to actually connect with another human being?
Its antisocial open-ness. How weird.

There's something great, though, about the opportunity to edit your revelations. I've made admissions that have become the permanent victim of the backspace key, for better or for worse. You can't do that in face to face discussions. There is no "undo" key in life.

Oh man. There's a lot I would like to undo.

People have asked for an update in the scooter saga.

I called the shop yesterday to see if there was any news, and the owner said for me to "stop by on Tuesday" - the next day they'd be open. I'm hoping I'm going in there to good news, and I'll see some real progress on my scooter. I mean, why say I should "stop by" if there's nothing going on, right? I've said it before, I'll say it again. It's exhausting.

My dream is to have the scooter in time for the improv festival. Oh, sweet optimism. Close your eyes, and hope for me, will ya?

Sweet.