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It went something like this...

22nd July, 2005. 1:44 am. Strunk, White, and Blog

So, it went something like this...

"I did it. I finally did it."
"With whom and when and how was it." He glanced at me from the corner of his eye and waited for a punchline. My initial thought bubble was 'Is he being sarcastic because he knows that my declaration could never possibly be about sex?'
I continued to stare at the tv straight on.

"I finally signed up for a blog space."
"You what?" He finally looks at me. Judging from the rising pitch of his question, my becoming a blogger is more out of character than my losing my virginity. I should really take this up with him later on. I mean, does he seriously think I'm more of an intellectual snob than I am a prude?

"What you go do that for?"
A couple of years ago I would have cocked an eyebrow at his sentence construction, but I've learned to leave Strunk and White out of our conversations. It was easier on the friendship.

"Because I'm tired of just talking to you."

O the unbridled tongue. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. He actually looked wounded, so I was quick to apply salve by adding,"I mean, because, you know, maybe I need more than one person admiring my linguistic prowess." I rested my chin on my shoulder and gave him a smile like the one you'd find on a child showing her artwork to her mom.

"I admire you plenty enough, egomaniac." He says all brotherly then twists his finger into my smiling cheek. "So, what's the address."

"Not telling you."
"M, it's a blog. And the concept behind that is people are meant to read it." He said the last few words slowly as if he were explaining Algebra 101 to me all over again. In which case, he should be talking slowly and preferably drawing apples and oranges to make it clearer.

"People other than you or anybody else I know who could use it against me."
"Then you shouldn't have started a blog."

He has point. He always does. Why else do people blog? Is that even considered a verb now? Do you write a blog or do you just blog? Strunk should rise from the dead and write a new edition to include that and many other modern mysteries of usage. Not that he'd be too proud of how I'm writing right now, but then the web hasn't exactly encouraged the proper of anything. It's the biggest promoter of Anything Goes. Which is why I'm writing a blog. Or, Which is why I'm blogging. Actually, which is why I'm rambling.

And I'm rambling because my fingers feel the freedom from indents and punctuation and syntax. I mean, I used to edit my journal. I figure a blog would be more forgiving.

And I'm rambling because I don't have to mind so much organic unity and plot and stuff that have traumatized me from writing. And I can write "stuff" without fear of being thought vocabularily-challenged. And I can use "vocabularily" and not give a rat's ass about whether there is such a word. And I can start a ton of sentences with "and" and most freeing of all: I can have Anonymity.

Not that I'm famous. I'm pretty anonymous and that's synonymous with insignificant. Well, in the grand scheme of things anyway.

"It's more of an online 'journal'."
"It's a blog. Admitting is the first step."

First step to what? My thought bubble goes into spaz mode and it starts to look like Woodstock's. Is blogging the first step to admitting that this is as published as I get?

"Look at your face. You're such an unbelievable snob. Everyone blogs now."
"Do you?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I have you."

Could he lay the guilt any thicker?

"I'm still not giving you the address."
"It will be mine. Oh, yes. It will be mine." I looked over at him and began to laugh. He gave off a little chuckle and turned back to the tv.

I should be worried. My thought bubble is starting to look like Woodstock's again.

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