Maybe it happened long ago and nobody bothered to tell me. I always knew it was inevitable when I decided to start a weblog. Most bloggers would see it as a non-issue, but as you know we are all wired differently. This is my own private little demon.

That's right, someone I am connected with IRL found this website and connected it with me.

Hello old friend!

Yep. I really am this boring. Sorry. Part of the problem is being able to see both sides of a story so well that I cannot form an opinion. Sometimes that is good and it can make me a good friend, but not necessarily a good writer. Sorry.

What if I wrote something here that was really clever and someone read it and was moved to comment?

That would be really neat, but it really wouldn't change anything. Comments are exciting, but once another post is up, the original post gets archived, and all there is is archived comments.

What if I wrote something that touched you in such a way that you would stop at nothing until we were friends?

That would be awesome.

What if I built a website that inspired many people, and helped them connect to others who share their interests?

That is what I want to do. I only have to capture their imagination, build a promise, and inspire trust.

I am excited.

I live in a fairly undeveloped area. Mostly I like it that way. Sometimes the system wishes to interfere. I wrote about it here. I wish I could do it better.

My big public cooking debuit is this coming weekend. It could be that I have previously applied heat to an object and then handed it to a stranger to consume but that is not for sure and it is certain that I have never done it on the scale that will be possible this Saturday. Coffee and sandwiches do not count.

I have made all the arrangements. I have the trailer sized grill in the backyard and a hitch on my truck. I have placed the order for 500 hotdogs and buns. I bought 1,2000 napkins and arranged for all my friends to bring chips and soda.

The way I understand it, you put the charcoal in the grill, then pour on some special lighter fluid. They tell me the lighter fluid you use in s Zippo will not work properly. I have a fine looking long-nosed lighter to ingnite the fluid. After everything is lit real good, you close the lid and come back in about half an hour.

According to my source, unevenly cooked hotdogs are a fond tradition in many families, so even if I perform poorly there should be little evidence to come back and haunt me later.

Hope you can make it. We will have tofu pups as well. And the price is right.

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Any other old lady geeks out there?

I think the stereotype of a geek who spends days in front of the screen implies that said geek also forgets to eat. That does not apply to those of us who have the responsibility of cooking full meals for family members.

Also, in one wild moment, I decided outside employment would force me to get the blood pumping, interact with humans, and maybe have me running around enough to shed some of this excess poundage. But did I seek employment stacking weights at the local spa? Unloading freight at the local cement plant? Chasing and lifting miscreants at the neighborhood day care?

NO, no nooo, no.

I found gainful employment at a deli.

Sure, I do have to stand while I am there. And it is a health food deli, with no high corn syrup and with lots of guilt free and organic healthy foods and natural sweetners in the organc chocolate cake.

The ten pounds I have gained are very healthy pounds.