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The new blogger has labels. I can't tell you how happy I am about this. A couple of years ago I e-mailed the team at blogger and asked them if they were planning on doing something like this. I liked blogger, but the lack of categories for my blogs was frustrating. (Mostly because at the time I had delusions of grandeur for my blog, and I wanted all people to be able to go back and look at my glorious bits of wisdom in my archives.) They e-mailed back and told me that there were things in the works and they asked me to be patient. So I was.

The new blogger has lots of new stuff, but the labels is the one thing that I am the most happy about. So I have undertaken the task of going back through all of my old post and adding the proper labels to each. I am not nearly halfway done yet, but I am working on it.

It has been interesting going back through my old posts. It is funny some of the stupid stuff that I have put on here. Some of it I can't even figure out myself what I meant, and I am definitely not a good writer, that is for sure.

In fact, lately I have been wondering why I blog at all. I think that most of the time I just want to share with somebody. I have some little thought that pops into my mind, and I think to myself, 'hmm. I ought to blog that.' I like to think that I blog to try and stretch my ability to express myself in writing, but in reality, that never comes into play when I am actually blogging.

Anyway, this isn't where I was wanting to go when I sat down to type this. So, if you would like to see how far I have gotten on my labeling, feel free to click on one of the links on the sidebar. You might be entertained by how ridiculous some of my posts are. (Like my posts labeled poetry for example...) :)

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