Remember all those monster movies where the giant ______________ (fill in the blank) wades out of the ocean | sea | lagoon | sewer (choose one) and uses its firey breath | bulging, scaly muscles | incredible sense of interior decorating (again, choose one) to create massive devastation on the coast of Japan | Japan | Japan (I dare you!)? I’m kind of like that, except that Tokyo’s safe crushed by my massive claws this week.

I have created a multiheaded, self-aware blogomonster. It started innocently enough. I thought, hmmmm, I’ve heard a lot about blogs, so maybe I should make my own. So I did. That was pretty easy. So I made one for the kid. That was easy, too. So I cajoled my wife into making one, too. And a friend, who in turn got her boyfriend to make one (though he almost never posts anything), and one of her friends also started (though he writes even less than the boyfriend), and now one of his friends has (sort of) started a blog, too.

This is my gift to the local community: I’m like the jerk that goes to Kenya for a week and comes back with ebola. Except that the gestation period is different. But if you spend too much time with blogs, you can pretty much count on your brains liquifying and running out your nose while your eyes cross and collapse back into your empty skull cavity.

I figure being a viral contagion vector is really the least I could do for my community.

In other news…

I’ve passed the 500 viewers mark on the ol’ blog. Too bad I can’t pass the bubly as well, eh, old chap?