How quaint I actually followed through w/ one of my meandering trails from thought to execution: I read in eWeek about blogs and then visit the site to create my blog and write dribble. Dear online diary, today I discoverd the joys of bloggery... et cetera. What does it mean when you find yourself droll?

BTW, if you're reading this S. and you are confused about the concept of blogs, just think of it as posting stuff to the internet to no one in particular. It's like a conversation to yourself that might be publicly accessible. Or an online diary and scratch pad digitally stored in some remote server in the ether of the internet.