wtf blogger?

in the middle of an entry the google machine decides to log me out and instead of publishing, takes me to a log in page and of course when i log in and get back to the blog, the writing was not saved... luckily i copied it so i was able to paste it and didn't lose words, but DONT TRUST GOOGLE is the message i am hearing loud and clear in my head right now... but then, what can we expect from a free lunch, gourmet fair?... why do they do it, anyway?... i mean give all that free server space to anyone who wants it... there must be something in it for them... still, the technology is not to be trusted with the words, so i need to make time to download all the blogs again soon...

so i came here to remind myself...

people

especially people who call themselves friends, but do not actually care enough to be friends, to care about my feelings, or to even keep in touch... people are so disappointing, guess that is why they pretend to care and go through the motions each day to maintain relationships...

and hundreds of thousands of words shared, what comes of the time and energy given to people who throw the words out or bury them somewhere... so why continue?... for the love of words... for the hope of finding a true friend who will make the time spent sharing with all the others worthwhile...

not so much a complaint, but a sigh of acceptance and hope :}

ego's complaint

not to reference portnoy at all, not that i want to diminish his complaint, whatever it was, because everybody's got the right to complaint, after all (and you, yes you there, the one who found this post by searching for portnoy's complaint for some book report or whatever, yes you, you have the right to complain too, unless you plaig... plageriz... pla... cut and paste this witty missive into your report, in which case, you did it to yourself so you have nothing to complain about)...

but naturally, ego's complaint is you might be the only one who ever finds all the wonderful words and nonsense i've put on line and written for years, since the dawn of time, even, and i don't have any sort of massive following of crazed fans twittering and tossing underwear (or their cookies, chocolate chip please) at their computers as if i could see (hey, turn on your webcams before you do that sort of thing, aye?) all about how wonderfully in love they are with my amazing cleverness and lovely way with words...

i don't have time for the time it takes to grow an audience of nubile young innocents and their mothers of text phone junkies who worship the written word (i had more written word worshippers in the eighties before al gore and rocky invented the internet, after all)...

i mean, i'm not craig ferguson, but i do have a quip or two worth noticing now and then... and ego, of course, believes i should have millions of ranting and raving fans waking each morning to rush over to their computers just to see what i might have written overnight...

seriously, where are the intelligent people who would recognize the priceless value of reading me?...