If a blog shows up on the interwebs, and no one gets linked to read it...

So lately, it feels like I have a lot of insightful stuff to say. The current state of things leaves me with no one I can spew my knowledge onto that would retain and use it. My daughter thinks I'm a weirdo, my son is distracted by everything and goes ape shit if you try to take his pee-catcher away (this is so I can put on a dry one, I don't condone gratuitous nudity in this house... uphill battle) and the Y-chromosome is wallowing in a shallow puddle of high school level emo puke right now. More and more, I find myself turning my friends who live in that gray box on the desk. Yes, I think it's safe to say that I've never met 80% of those I call friends face to face. I've also never heard most of their voices. It's great that the miles and oceans that separate us mean nothing thanks to the glorious Internet.

Uhhh... insightful stuff. Right. Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead for tonight and just get some comments. So, read this blog, and give me a gem I can wax poetic on. I like playing Devil's advocate, so it would not be that difficult for me to say, oh, defend pro-life agenda, or argue against gay marriage. Politics are no fun though, because there are too many people in politics with no sense of humor. I enjoy making fun of people who think they are a bigger deal than they really are (Snooki) and pointing out people who should be a bigger deal, but aren't (Rosetta the Fairy).

I guess if it means I get to think about something that isn't involving human beings under 40 inches tall, we're all good.