I think this means we're all ants. Or something.

I've been at this blogging thing for awhile now. I've had my ups (this time last year, I blogged 3 to 4 times a day) and my downs (right about now). When I'm in a slow period, I always freak out just a little bit, think about chucking the whole deal, and retreating to a nice comfy spot to stick my head in the sand. I abandon these ideas, of course, because I love this stupid internet thing. It's addictive. It's funny. It's sad. It's smart. It's stupid. It's solitary. It's connected. In other words, it's everything and nothing at once.

I've made friends here, and I struggle with how to define them, or even describe them. I usually refer to them as "my blogger friends" in somewhat apologetic tones to my "real" friends. Some of them I've met, some of them I haven't. All of them I hope to meet someday. Because they've cheered me up when I needed it. Or made me think. Or made me laugh. Or just reminded me that I wasn't, after all, alone. I've been trying to tie this all in with the idea of our connected lives, but I'm not quite there yet.

If Biz were here, he would explain this better. He knows about ants.