Y'know, there are people who do the same thing every day without skipping a beat, then one day, inexplicably, an odometer deep in their subconscious ticks over back to zero and they look at that task with new eyes, usually ones filled with a lot of terror-white.

There's the high-rise construction worker who suddenly sees just how thin the razors edge is that he walks upon each day, or the doctor who, in the middle of surgery, suddenly realizes that he really is playing god, and that this is a life in his hands, and is overcome with fears of inadequacy.

With bloggers, we sometimes look at the online life we've been living and suddenly think "wow, my posts are full of shit. I'm transparent and shallow at the same time!" Or worse, we suddenly feel like we can't write another word on the weblog because it's just one more tile on a Jenga tower that's starting to waver each time a pair of eyeballs hit it anyhow.

When this happens, sadly, the writer often has no choice but to, at least for a time, stop blogging altogether, in order to get a better perspective on their own life. Once the 'break' is over, they usually have a better idea of why they blogged in the first place, and whether they should, or even can, come back...

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But I'm not one of those people. I've just been super busy and have been storing up stories for the last week. I need a little more fibre in my blog, but that's about it.

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Worth mentioning, I suppose, are the two instant message conversations immediately following ths post:

Kevin: http://fury.com
Ernie: you are a dork.

and 15 seconds later...

Kevin: http://fury.com
Benjy: heh, dork

I can't remember, outside the last 3 minutes, the last time I was called a dork...