Maybe I Should Go Outside And Play Or Something, Instead of Being a Pixelated Vampire With My Ass Parked In Front of My Computer

Brendan Leonard, in Mountain Gazette, has a few words to say about our stunted-by-the-internet lives. He observes that we are so busy trying to document our experiences while we are having them, that we stop actually experiencing them. (Twitter, anyone?)

I remember when the Internet was half porn. Now it’s one-third porn, one-third Facebook. Our love for talking about ourselves has nearly outgrown our love for looking at naked people. And that just makes me sick. Do you have a blog? Of course you do. Tell me some more interesting things about yourself. Oh, you eat food? And you breathe air?

I agree with him, though I do wonder what he thinks makes up the other third of the Internet.
 
Even though most of my blog posts are composed in the wee hours of the morning between 5:00 a.m. and 8:00 a.m., I suddenly feel very ashamed for blogging so much.
 
So I am going outside to take a walk.
 
In New York Freakin' City.
 
I will sing as I walk,  because I am feeling better, and because I am wearing a pretty dress and nice sandals and because it is a very nice day, and because this is the first day in absolutely weeks that I've walked around the office singing.
 
(Walking around singing is just something that I do. Someone commented today as I strolled down a long hallway singing "My Cherie Amour," paying special attention to that bent note in the line, "In a ca-aaa-fe, or sometimes on a crowded street..." -- "Aileen! I haven't heard you sing in WEEKS!")
 
And I'm not gonna tell anyone about it afterwards.