Sept. 27, 2003 - 11:20 a.m.

Purple? I picked purple as my Diaryland background theme?

Somehow it seemed so much cooler than this when I saw the list of options in the Setup page. Let's see, am I secure enough in my sexuality (hetero male at last check) to let it stand?

Normally no. But sloth beats all my other failings combined. Purple it is, for want of clicking too many buttons to change it.

God, I feel my wrists losing muscle tone already....

Well at least the damn thing posted. Small victories like that are all it takes to reaffirm my masculinity sometimes. This is one of those times. "I can bring home the bacon...fry it up in a pan...and never ever let you forget I'm a Diaryland...." I don't even remember what that commercial was for, but the jingle haunts me day and night still.

I'm at work right now, stealing time from The Man so I can indulge in this little exercise. Probably most of my entries will be hammered out while on the clock, since my home CPU still connects to the WWW via some sort of 1980's Tandy 28-baud connector doctored up with solder and dust bunnies. This means I won't have time to consider my words before commiting them to virtual paper, since I'm doing it on the sly. Poor prose, awkward grammar, gross innacuracies and uncalled for slurs are all going to be blamed on this constraint.

You know what? This is all vanity. Nobody reading this gives a fig for my qualifying comments. They want amusement, or maybe porn. But I'm vain enough to think some sort of preamble is necessary. Ah well, as Popeye said, "I yam what I yam."

Amusement and porn to come. If I can find some.