Caterwauling

OK, as it’s past 6 p.m. and I *just* remembered to heat up my lunch, I figure I need a brain (and, thus, BLOG) break.

So. *tapping foot* When do you do it? How do you do it? Or should you not do it at all?

No, sillies, I’m not talking about it. (The answer being “as soon as possible” to THAT question!) What I mean is when do you reveal your dirty little secret that …

*gasp*

… you’re a blogger?

When you, oh I don’t know, meet someone new — someone you’d like to, gee let’s ponder this for a second, IMPRESS — are you upfront that you have a crazy page where you spew verbal dysentery on a regular basis? Or do you just skip that part of “I like long walks on the beach and cuddling and puppies and sunshine and rainbows and OH YEAH I keep a page where I share my personal vitriol with all the world!”?

Just because I splay my heart on this page doesn’t mean I want to immediately hand over said heart to someone who walks into my life. I share more than I should here and there ain’t no WAY to keep any mystery alive in a relationship when they can refer back to this page when they’re wondering “WTF was she thinking?!?!” when I go off on one of my assorted tangents.

And that’s the thing — you CAN go off on tangents when you think no one’s looking. But if they’re going to find your page eventually, well, you can’t exactly talk about them. 😉 Unless you’re complimenting anything regarding size and prowess (I would actually be bragging, if I were so inclined to share! *mwah!*), it’s best not to mention nothin’ without express permission. But to get said permission, one must ‘fess up to the blog addiction.

So anyway, I was just wondering how y’all share your sites with people (romantic interests, family, friends, colleagues, employers — anyone who might find it so you might as well own up to it anyway in the first place)? Is it like a third-date thing or can you shelve it for awhile longer?

My beloved webhost seemingly pooped the bed about 24 hours ago, but I am back and I’ve got bitching to do. w00t!

I’ve had enough of random acts of stupidity in the past day to last me a lifetime, which means it’s probably good that I’ve not had access to this site, or else I’d be in heaps of trouble. So, *whew*, the crap has passed and we now return to our regularly scheduled navel-gazing.

I went to Best Buy last night as it was closing to exchange a camera. I had the 6.2 megapixel Nikon in black, which I loved. But as it runs on AA batteries, it takes 40 photos and craps out. Which is fine if you’re not at an event or anything, but when you’re as incompetent a shutterbug as I am, you tend to need 40 tries to get one good shot.

I wanted the Nikon 8 megapixel in black, but BBY only sells it online. So, I got the silver one. I do like it, but once you go black (har de har harr). …

Anyway, it was a PITA and the Geek Squad gave me shit because I returned everything except the batteries that came with it. The hell?!?! The reason I was returning the thing was because I wanted an NiMH battery — I swear to God, I’ve gone through eight sets of batteries and have nothing to show for it other than a lot of aggression because I had to rip the batteries out of other *ahem* household appliances. Grrr!

So I finally do the exchange, and the counter boy said I needed to show my driver’s license. And I refused to take it out of my wallet. I said I’d hold it up from three feet away but that’s the best I can do. He asked, “Bad photo?” and I said, “That ain’t the half of it.”

So when he saw the photo, he made a really ugly face and said, “Oh. You weren’t joking, were you?”

LOL. Smartass! I rather preferred his honesty, though. But I did tell him I’d be back in the store to upgrade the camera again, so please get that black Nikon from your online warehouse portal so I can come back and annoy him and pay him back for that driver’s license comment, as well as his suggestion to charge me $20 because I didn’t bring the dead batteries back to restock the camera with. Ha!