March 4, 2003 12:00 noon, Pacific time.
I like webrings. They are a way to get my work 'out there' to be seen and scrapped by someone.
I have to admit I am addicted to the Internet. I also am suspicious of my reasons for searching for new webrings. Am I also
becoming addicted to these?
My latest new webring admits my addiction to the Internet. I will probably find a ring that admits
my addiction to the rings, as well. I also need to surf these rings.
I am giving the sites on my rings plenty of hits! Trouble is, do they visit me? I try to leave a note
when I visit, telling them I was there, etc. But, few leave me a reciprocal notice.
In other words, I don't know if the rings really help. Oh, I may get a few visits, but do they like
it? Do they return? I will never know.
I don't believe my pages are boring. They won't appeal to everyone, of course, we are all different.
What can I do about it? Join more rings.
I believe the reason some of us join so many rings, is the need to get their work out there, hoping
to get their work seen. Some people actually have millions of rings. Pages and pages of those little boxes, trying to
interest a visitor in someway, or in some genre, to PLEASE come and see what I am doing!
What do you search for on the Internet? Pages like yours, of course. Things that interest you. When
you find the page, you check its webrings, hoping to find one that will suit your page, then you join.
Is that obsession? Friend, that IS obsession.
03-25-03
I never watch television any more. It seems so tame. I can't sit through a whole program to save my life.
I try sometime, but I just can't do it. My mind is on the computer. I'm thinking about what I could be doing, where I could
go.
My hubby talks to the back of my head. Sometimes I hear him. I answer "uh huh". By the time I realize he has
said something, I turn around and he is gone. Oh well, he'll be back.
Don't feel sorry for him though. I spent the first forty years of our marriage, trying to get a conversation
going. He is either watching TV, or out dusting his car. He is a man of expertise in the art of SHORT ANSWERS. and he never
accepts a difference of opinion, from anyone. You are WRONG.
He becomes very upset if SPEED VISION changes its schedule, so that he misses something.
He loves his car. He considers himself an expert of classic cars. At the moment, he owns a 65 Olds. dynamo,
hardtop. No one is allowed to touch it. Cats are sent from the Devil. Birds swoop down to drop their bombs,
then sit high in the branches, chittering. In a parking lot, he is one of those that take two parking places. He got one of
those Disabled Person parking tags to hang on his mirror. Those parking spaces are extra wide. He loves them. I know
its because other cars can't park too close. He hates dingys on the side of his beloved.
I won't use it though, I always park away from the door of the store. I need the exercise. That walk is the
only exercise I get. Besides, my car has many dingys. I don't like them, but I don't stress on them either.
Then I hurry home. I am right back on the computer. I do feel better. I took a walk.