On Tuesday, during my late drive to work I listened to the start of “The Current” on CBC radio. They were going to be talking about web logs, including what to do if your mother starts reading it. I didn’t get to hear that part as I arrived at work and no longer had access to the radio.
Today I checked the CBC website and found that they still had a copy of that episode and I could listen to it. They even gave a text summary of what they were talking about in quite good detail. I listened to the mothers vs. blogs part and found that it was pretty much what I had read from the summary. Almost word for word.
During this listen, the senior programmer wandered by and overheard. Being pretty bad at lying I admitted to having a web log. He has threatened to search for it. I’m not that worried, as I can’t figure out how to search for a blog. If I didn’t know the address of mine, I couldn’t even find it. It’s not indexed by Google. There are no keywords that would leap out at me. My name isn’t very unique.
A google for myself, and I’m the eleventh entry. And that’s for stuff I did nine years ago that someone else is referencing.

Today is a special day. This is the deadline for to decide if we’re doing a European vacation. After I post this, I’m checking his journal to see what his decision is. I’m not expecting much. He’s buying a house. He complains about how expensive his university courses and books are. He has trouble getting vacation time organized around a pricey dental visit. He’s getting married (aka Clinically dead).
Nope, not looking good.