There's a whole dialogue going on out there in the blogosphere and I'm tired of having to come up with a name if and when I want to have a say. I never did trust 'anonymous' postings so I finally hit on 'prophet' - which is a great word until you look at it too long or type it too often and then it becomes like the word 'school' or 'artichoke' and it morphs into a meaningless set of apparently unpronounceable letters, whose order is suddenly random and possibly wrong. . . . My advice: don't put ANY word under that kind of scrutiny. They all start wriggling around.
So 'prophet' I became. And it was good.
And then I thought: "Why not start my own blog?"
Another splendid idea! I started to set up the 'prophet' blog only to discover that some guy named Josh set one up under that name back in 2001 to chronicle the adventures of a "normal guy livin [sic] it up in the Great White North. Alaska!" (with his little dog, Chi Chi, too. . .) He calls it: "Burning Ring of Fire".
I fear for his life, as he has not posted anything since 2001.
Since that first posting, in fact. The 'burning ring of fire' must have done him in. Or maybe it was the dog. . . .
I'll have to watch out on my account not to fall prey to the same danger - even though I live many miles south of Alaska, where it is comfortingly green. Raining now, in fact. I think I'm safe for another day. (and I don't have a dog. Not yet.)
. . . . 'and the prophet said "Let there be a PROPER prophet blog, then!" and it was so. And the prophet saw that it was good, whatever that means these days, and that now at least we could talk about it. . . . And it was evening, and there was morning - the first day. . . ."