Pshaw

I feel like a delinquent blogger. Maybe because I am. A sweet little gadget should be invented that you could strap around your head. It would read your brain waves and then send your thoughts to your blog where it will then be converted into text and posted. But until then...It's lazy blogging.

Wordstock 2005 has come and gone, I expect we'll be hearing more testimonies about it soon. This fact brought to mind a little trick we used when I was young; if my family had gone out to a special activity, and if for any reason we couldn't bring my peers, when we came home we'd try not to mention it or brag about it, so as not to make others feel bad.

But we'll still be hearing really inspiring testimonies and personal accounts real soon. I think it'd be only then that I'll start to feel bad that I didn't make it. Up until now I didn't mind at all that I hadn't gone, I was content with staying home and feeling good for those who made it. But as I started to look through the exciting testimonies, with all the jazzed up speech, making it sound like the event of the year (which it was, oh, I'm a sorry left-behind), I started to regret staying home. Broadband tells me I wouldn't want to get left behind. Too late for that now.