No, this is not a suicide attempt, nor am I tring to scale some major mountain. I have just decided since I am in IT, I REALLY should indulge (?) in some soul searching and write stuff down. At least for my own entertainment. Or sanity, depending on the way you look at it.
I dont intend for my blog to be some sort of daily journal. That is a stupid idea. I wonder who really came up with that one? I mean, who is interested that I had a lousy bread sandwich for dinner? Stuff in my diary is too personal to write online anyway. But people insist on droning on about their not-so-interesting life continually. It IS bad enough these people live their lives, but to actually write about themselves all the time should serve enough to take them straight into a coma brought on by depression. Don't get me wrong. I am all for being a good listener in a conversation. But it is somehow a different story when it has to be read. Now that the paparazzi have established that even the rockstars do not lead their lives on the edge, what gives others the right to publish their garbage online?
Did anyone know that the word 'Paparazzi' originated from the Italian word for an annoying noise, like that of a buzzing mosquito? It did.
So there you go folks, that is my thing. I will put up worthless facts like that in my 'blog', being the storehouse of useless information that I am.
