Into the Netherworld

So...I have no idea if anyone is actually even reading these. Obviously, the narcissistic side of Austin (and no predictable comments like "is there any other side?" please) wants to think that people might actually be interested in the minutiae of his life. The other side realizes that even if nobody is reading this, it's still a fairly cathartic process to just put something into words. In other words...part of me doesn't give a damn if you read this and the other part is begging you to. It's a little disconcerting to share parts of yourself and just send them out onto the internet, hoping that people read\enjoy them. You also hope that the wrong people don't read them.(just ask if you want me to post the story\stories of my two 40-something male stalkers, one of whom thought\thinks that Arnold Schwarzenegger is the anti-Christ...no joke) I'm also a little leery of the whole "blog" thing. It seems to me that "bloggers" just talk to other bloggers, respond to other bloggers, and believe that the entire world reads blogs. In actuality, while they're blogging away (and seriously, is there no better word we could use? A blogger sounds like the kid who got made fun of by the chess team in high school.), the rest of the world is out having fun and meeting people. In the end, bloggers end up only associating with themselves to such a degree that the entire community becomes intellectually inbred. Before you know it we will have people writing blogs who look and think like the offspring of royal families in which brothers have been marrying sisters for the last 4 generations. I suspect that in a few short years, most bloggers will be typing their blogs by banging their protective helmets against their keyboards until they short-circuit out from the drool emitting from their mouths. Or maybe I'm way off. Anyway...I meant this to be a post on the Senate "business meeting" I attended today, (Don't call it a "hearing" when it's actually a "business meeting" or else people will know that you're new to the scene and don't know who is staffing with whom, or what bill is up for review, and they will send e-mails about you on their Blackberries and you won't be able to respond because you're not important enough to have a Blackberry, but instead have a ghetto cell-phone with a Rice Krispy sticker on the back and "Informer" by Snow as the ringtone. Then you will feel stupid. I'm assuming anyway, this is all hypothetical.) but I worked for 16 hours and had to make my way home by myself because the taxis were on strike and\or not driving to my neck of the woods. So this will suffice for tonight. I will attempt to put something of substance up tomorrow for everyone (all 2 of you?) who is reading this.