A while back -- a year? a month? last week? who keeps track? -- I finally created a profile on blogger.com. You can click on the grafik above to see the whole thing. If you do, you will notice that it still says "see blog" in the About Me section. I went there a couple nights ago meaning to flesh this out some, and was encouraged by the field description that says: "Write as little or as much as you like." For me, that was an invitation to my most undisciplined random rambling stream of consciousness. And if you know me at all, that's really saying something. So I wrote...

It is after midnight between Saturday and Sunday and I'm editing my blogger profile. That has to tell you a lot. I used to have a life, I think, But that was long ago, too far back to remember now. I am actually 87,486 years old, and I have literally seen it all. Nothing surprises me anymore. Nothing is painful or annoying. I have achieved perfect equanimity and composure. As a result, I am the world's greatest lover. No, seriously. Don't laugh. It pisses me off when you laugh like that. What? Do you think I am writing all this for my health? Casting my pearls before swine like you? Kneel! I demand total obeisance! Otherwise, I will turn you into Tupak Chopra and make you eat lentils and chapattis till they're coming out your ears. Oh dear, I see now that RageBoy has taken over my mind and made me type all this. I'm ever so sorry. I had meant this to be more... descriptive. RB is an affliction at times, but he means well and I love him like a brother. Or an alter, which is what he really is, though he'd never cop to that. So in closing let me say: it's challenging to write About Me, and I don't think that's likely to change anytime soon. The persona is a fragile fiction that we hold between us like smoke, like water, like clouds drifting across the moon.

There, I thought, and satisfied with my creation, hit the commit key. Only to see this: "Must have at most 1200 characters."

And that's why the the About Me section still says: "see blog."