Anya keeps bothering me and telling me to get a Livejournal. I just can't get myself to do it. I feel like it will become a friendster-esque obsession, involving me trying to get lots of "friends", finding strange people from my past, and spending too much time reading about the lives of random people I don't really talk to. Spending time on the Dean campaign website and looking at links to links I have come to appreciate the idea of blogging. So here you go. Perhaps it is because I have spent too much time in my room tonight or because I have listened to the same Rufus Wainwright song about 20 times now, but I think this could be a good idea. As I have more adventures in the future, I will not have to email people about my goings on. They can just elect to look into it themselves. Anyone can see it. This means I may have to be selective about what I write (ie, not talking about adventures in Springfield with Anya and Miriam and our new friend Mike). Not everyone needs to know that.
But now I should be working on more film festival letters, and going to sleep. We shall see how this all works out...feel free to comment.

I am just checking to see if this will work...