I'm going to buy (another) domain and embed my LiveJournal in it (or start a whole nother blog with 50% less bitching and 33.3% less pseudo-intellectual bullshit).

But the domain name is pretty important, because bloggers end up being their domain name to their readers. Like Dooce. Sure, we all know her name is really Heather, but she's Dooce to me. I'm not sure I want to be squeakywheel.

Which is good because squeakywheel.com is taken. So what should I be? Something unique but not esoteric (preferably). No song lyrics can be harmed in the creation of this nickname. And extra points if you somehow work in Kate or Kato or Kato Potato...hmmm, is that taken? Yeah, that's totally taken. By a blog (how inventive).

Oh, how lame am I to ask for advice on this? But I just don't want to be known as RaindropSunshineGirl.com, because no one is reading that. Including me.

Michael Gorman from the American Library Association:

"Given the quality of the writing in the blogs I have seen, I doubt that many of the Blog People are in the habit of sustained reading of complex texts. It is entirely possible that their intellectual needs are met by an accumulation of random facts and paragraphs." (Read more.)

I'll leave that as a random fact in one paragraph. I think it's best that way.

One of my tasks at work today is to create a blog and post in it. Have I mentioned before how cool my job is? I may post a link to it but for now it's just utter crap. What makes this any better, you ask. Good question.

Leon made me smile with this post. I know a lot of people are pretty sensitive about the death of Christopher Reeve and I also admit to being pretty shocked about the discovery myself, but there are no sacred cows here.

(You know, it just took me several minutes to come up with the phrase "sacred cows." Sometimes I think I have a tumor or some other malady that's playing tricks with my memory and my ability to pull words out of my vocabulary. Maybe it's just aging. My, how disappointing to feel mortal.)

I went to the grocery store yesterday after work and had the assiest shopping cart ever. It was little better than the one I passed up before selecting the one I used (and I say "select" as though it wasn't the only other cart available) and that one had some sort of grocery-store-issued, parking-violation boot. Anyway, the one I used didn't have two working front wheels and it just dragged one along with it. Turning the thing was pure hell, and that was when mommy and her three little snot-nosed brats would actually get the heck out of the way. I nearly took down a display rack.

And then I had to go back in when I discovered that Safeway had overcharged me on Life cereal. I later realized that I had picked up the 21 ounce box and not the 13 but not after working myself up over Safeway's supposed audacity for charging me more than 5 bucks a box. Seriously, who pays that much for cereal? It better have one damn good prize in the bottom.

Okay, now I'll go post in my fake blog for work.

I popped onto AIM last night for the first time in a long time. My friend and former suitemate Kirsten had a link to her new "blog" in her information. So, naturally, I checked it out.

It was a pretty typical blog/livejournal, but she included a poem in it that I enjoyed. I IM'd her to let her know that I thought it was good, and we ended up talking for the first time in months.

Today, her blog has an addition that says that she hates people. People are so fucking stupid sometimes, I think is the gist of what she wrote. She goes into detail about her fiction writing professor and says there's more to add. I'm wondering if there's more to add about me. I'm wondering if she's annoyed that I'm being friendly after so long.

I mean, I almost apologized last night for not being a very good friend, but I decided that I didn't need to be quite THAT cheesy. We made uncertain plans to go bowling this weekend. It was pleasant, but I'm sure she questioned my motivation for being so pleasant out of the blue.

Regardless, if she isn't complaining about me in today's blog entry, she eventually will. I know people. Besides, today's entry marked her first bitch-a-thon in the month-old blog. This reminds me of my old journal. I told people that I had a web site, because I was writing kind, superficial things. Then I started to get darker and more hurtful, and those same people were still reading. They got offended. I said I was expressing myself. Yes, it was a stupid and painful process.

Naturally, Kirsten doesn't know yet that I have a livejournal. I do, however, expect to see her blog parallel my old journal in frightening ways.