I blog, therefore I am.
There are hundreds of people out there in cyberspace... well, maybe closer to 20... who have no way of knowing I'm alive other than reading my blog. You know nothing about me other than what I choose to write here. Be assured that all I write is the truth (but how do you know that's not a lie), but is it comprehensive? My blog content depends on the thoughts I have at the very moment I'm at a computer... but what about all the things I do and think when I'm elsewhere? Each and every blogger leads only a partial existance to his or her readers... When we don't blog, we float in limbo, and who knows what we do? Some of us gain a bit of an insight into each other's lives... the mateship between HE and WW, for instance... but Jewel, where have you been for the last few days? And Lee, you didn't blog for about a week! You just popped out of the space-time continuum for a while... spooky.
Does this strike anybody else as intriguing?