~90° heat index (88° actual), post 5-mile run don't-let-this-tree-fall-down-on me pose~

I own the Xanga blog  'fuck' . So if I stop by wanting to 'fuck' with ya, don't be shy.

Helter-swelter. Going to hover around 90 today.  With high humidity, add 'heat index'.  Conclusion: I must remember to hydrate thoroughly before running in the sun.

Hey, have you heard about this "Miss Xanga" contest that's going on over at Fongster's  ?  Well, I read the 'fine print' and it's only a preliminary to some 'Final' competition. heh  Grueling.  Anyway, go vote for your fave and mine, frejaluna .

Here's my take on Xanga contests:

I won my share in 'my time' (heh): "Emperor of Xanga" contest, "Most Provacative Blog of the Year" (2001? 2002?...don't remember!) contest, "Who's the 'Real' Bianca Broussard, Spamstress of Xanga?" survey.  And maybe even some I wasn't even aware of.

The price of popularity is the pressure to retain a hyper-active blog presence.  Peeps show their 'love'.  Ain't it natural to want to show your gratitude?  It's a blogwhirl that sucks you in. Pretty soon, you're not in Kansas anymore.

I don't have one damn thing to show for any of them.  Other than the sports car in my driveway,  the solid gold eProp trophy on my mantle,  and a silver eProp ring.

While not 'fixed', not one of them is severely uninfluenced by multiple pseudo-voting.  Many of the new and younger crop of Xangans have as many aliases as wardrobe combinations in their closets.  Think: American Idol.

The 'thrill' of winning is about as exciting as winning $1 on a $1 instant lottery ticket.

I'm the odds on favorite to win the "Once Among the Most Popular Who has Sunk to the Most Obsure" contest, if ever there is one.  Maybe I should hold this contest?!  I could vote for myself...and win.

Well, I've got to get back to work: setting policy for wireless security on the emerging World Wireless Web.