20 hour labour

Hand me the shears! Let's cut that cord!


Well here we are. I'm exhausted. I've just delivered a bouncy blog after a 20 hour labour trying to think up a username that wasn't already taken. Talk about Herculean tasks. These days the good names have already been claimed, and we're having to get increasingly creative or obscure to come up with something new. I wanted Apostropher, but it was already taken. I had to go for Punctuator in the end. Close, but not exactly what I'm after. And it makes me sound like some sort of Marvel superhero. The Punctuator. I could team up with The Punisher. That'd be a combo!

Anyway, I weep for my children. What's it going to be like by the time they're all creating My First Blog (at age two, no doubt)? There won't be any usernames left, and they'll have to choose "PurpleMonkeyApostropher" or something equally ridiculous. Or will blogs be a thing of the past by then? As much a memory as fluorescent socks and (here's hoping) Paris Hilton. Maybe the human race will have moved on, and the Profound Life Experience of Blogging will have been left far, far behind?

Actually, maybe by then people will be dying off and usernames will be becoming available again?! Maybe I just need to be patient, and soon enough Blogger.com's Apostropher will shuffle off this mortal coil and I can complete my username set? Maybe. At least I got my Gmail one.

So anyway, this is my Blog. For good or for evil. I'm swimming in the Zeitgeist, and I'm happy to be here.