Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

armed with this small butterfly net only

Today has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I'm about thisclose to shutting down facebook, the blog, everything. What I would actually like to do is what bloggers do - write about what's happening to me. However, it's not just my bad day and not just my story today, so I'll keep it under wraps.

So instead, I'll write about the inherent non-privacy of the internet. Did you know, for example, that if you create a new email address with an 'anonymous' provider (yahoo, gmail, whatever), that anyone who knows how to use google can discover when that account was created? And if you use that email address to send an anonymous email, your IP address is in fact in the header? AND IP addresses can be searched by your every day average normal person? And traced back to a location?

Even cooler, if you know how to work the web, you can see other sites that same IP address has visited?

True story.

his lyrics are bottomless

cause words, like girls, get bored and run