Paula Poundstone said about Dr. Laura, “How do you just decide to be her? When do you wander around the house and say to yourself, ‘I’m just so damn right about everything — I ought to have a show?'”

Are we “bloggers” all Dr. Laura’s children? Are weblogs and journals just a pointless exercise in narcissism? [cue the theme from ‘Sex and the City’]

To tell the truth, I’ve worried about this. That’s one of the reasons I haven’t enabled comments on my entries — why the heck would my random musings be worthy of Serious Discussion? (To be fair, Mark retorts that it’s the height of arrogance not to enable comments, because that means I have the first and last word on everything.)

Maybe I should stop worrying and love the narcissism. In fact, M’ris has even been kind enough to posit a universe where this narcissism would be justified:

“New headline [in the Mercury]: ‘Bush urges diplomacy in tense South Asia’ replaced by ‘Evan explains: no war for me, thanks.’ Musharraf will be quoted as saying, ‘We thought Evan would be all for nuclear holocaust on the Indian subcontinent. Now that we know he isn’t, we’ve both decided to leave the Kashmir region. We wanted him to stay on longer to tell us what to do domestically, but he had to fly to Israel to knock some heads together, and I think the sub-Saharan countries were next.'”

Let me be perfectly clear, for the sake of Musharraf, Vajpayee, and all other regular readers of this website: I am categorically against any and all nuclear weapons exchanges. Anyway, M’ris continues:

“For some reason, Evan as Benevolent ‘Suggestor’ amuses me. I’m imagining posters with your smiling face on them, with slogans like, “Evan says, ‘Stop shooting each other!'” and ‘Evan doesn’t like child prostitution!’ and ‘No Creed for Evan!'”

Hmmm… of those three Public Service Announcements, I’m honestly not sure which one is the most important.

Ok, ok, enough tomfoolery. Here’s the real reason to keep a personal website. Today I got an email from Jason. I haven’t seen Jason or his wife Megan for at least six or seven years. But Jason searched and found me on the web. I am totally stoked. Of course, he found me by searching for Eric and finding my name instead… but hey. I’ll absorb that blow to my ego and carry on somehow.