interesting note:

is there something to be said about the fact that a common misspelling of worship (at least by myself on the keyboard) is whorship?

'now you think about that'

!Nerd Alert!

the sirens you may (or may not) be hearing in your head are the effect of coming into close contact with a nerd. why me? because i get excited about now having an rss feed for the blog and adding three papers to the file-holding cell.

this is a real emergency and as such you should sell all you have and send the money in a check made out to cash to me.

Blogging edit....

Spell check and grammar check have saved my neck on more than one occasion. The jagged red and green lines crying out to me for a second glance. "Don't just speed on by, writing as stream of conciousness as possible. Look at me! I need attention. Your fat fingers have pounded too many keys at the same time and the beer in your head has replaced proper English." Ah, how those lines have saved me from certain unintelligibility.

Yet, here it sits before me. Etched forever (perhaps) in cyberspace, the fact that I, Graham, am not perfect. Not even am I just not perfect, no, I can't even write an understandable sentence. (see post below) What was to be a poetic thought on possessing/possessions now could be turned in by only the most unobservant thirdgrader.

So why write this? Why spend this much time explaining myself when I could, just as easily, have been using the edit feature to erase away all proof of my error? Only to ask the question: where is my pride? Who's glory am I fighting for? Most of the time it is my own. Do the best I can so that others will recognize my greatness. Yes, I will play the ball-hog to run up my personal stats.

who doesn't?...

[edit] 21:15 10/11/06

Ever wonder whether you own something or it owns you? Try having 50gigs worth of your life locked on a hard drive that just might not work ever again...or perhaps be sitting at work (like I am right now) with rain pouring down so hard it's as if the banks of that crazy river in heaven have broken and the water is trying to flood heaven like New Orleans but only just clear the edge and fall down through space and time and just about tear through the awning by my head, and then you member that the windows at home are wide open...all of them. Consider this and then try and answer the question.

unfortunately the near panic attack of the former and the broken heart from the latter prove my worth.