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