It was not a dark and stormy day. It was in 2003. I discovered a thing called WordPress. Sounded suitable for someone pressed for words. That lasted all of an hour. It was just a bad fit. The learning curve was way too steep and I had no idea what I was going to do with something called a "blog", let alone how to use one. ::: Letting it go, a year later I grew curious again as I began reading other people's blogs on the Internet. 'Fascinating', was my first thought. 'How do they do that?' I couldn't even get past why anyone would want to. Unless they had something really, really IMPORTANT to say. I didn't. Then one night I quite literally tripped over something called "Blogger". I read about an hour's worth, thought it couldn't be neurosurgery, put my John Henry on the dotted line and thought I'd turn to letting my dog blog, so I called it 'Lad-a-Dog." At least dogs were a subject I could claim expertise in and one I was totally passionate about. I was soon into trouble because I didn't have a lousy clue what in hang this foreign language "html", "css" "codes", all those acronyms meant and I wasn't a computer science student and there was nobody around for miles to teach me a thing. More than fifteen years of using a computer of one sort or other and I had never even bothered learning to "cut", "copy" or "paste" anything into anything. I was still using my typewriter and a regular ruled pad and ballpoint pens for writing. So, Lad-a-Dog was left hanging, so to speak, by the side of an elm tree while I went off and mowed the neighbour's grass. That neighbour happened to be StumbleUpon which I completely accidentally stumbled into going over Firefox Add-ons and Extensions. I've experimented with more types of computer hardware and software than anybody should ever admit to and keep a straight face. StumbleUpon was just another existential experiment. Then it became a sociologist's dream thesis to meet their requirement for a doctoral degree. Then it just all got out of hand and first thing you know, I'm sitting in the dark, in a rocking chair reading old love letters. "I don't like blogs. And I like people who blog even less." so stated my non-blogging older sister in 2007. "Those people aren't "real" she asserted. Uh huh. Tell me about it. :::