"So I see you got your pissed off fairie pic running amuck on the livejournal.com page," my mom says on the phone dryly. "you know I hate that picture.. it's so.. so.."

"Groovy? cool? its that one pic on my index page gets stolen around the net for various sites its that cool? dad thinks its the funniest pic I have and shows it around the office, you know" I banter back. I already know where this was going.. and it wasn't about the fairie pic.

"no.. i was thinking unlady like and gauche. But that's not the point of this call" mom says.

About a month or two back, mom was tooling about on the internet in the wee hours of the morning and discovered the joy of reading other people's journals but she was more amused with the fact that you could post a reply about what you thought of that person and what they wrote and read other people's replies. That was the kicker to making her come back. So every time I come over, I am sucked into yet another soap opera complete with reviews from the random net peeps and then we comment and snicker on our own or lament and realize how much better our lives are - much like a talk show, yet we don't have to get up early in the morning to view it, no commercial interuption, and of course, no talk show hosts except for our witty commentary.

We had always wanted to at least post in these haphazard message boards for the bored, but never got the gumption to do so until I saw my pic in circlek's (he is one of our favorites to read even before the pic) and we always wanted to tell addie that she had so much more for her life than to stick around in canada married to a jerk and live in his mom's basement. Then there were others that we didn't quite know what to say except that we were glad that others knew what to say and we could read for our own amusement.

Then we liked seeing who was pals with whos journals and what they were reading until everyone is linked with everyone else's lives and we circle back to the original journals we started out reading. What a screwy ride.

So i finally did it, i got an account, but wait... no diary. I just like to post my comments (all good so far.. but then I have only been posting for a few hours now, so cynicism i am sure will ensue eventually.. just need to find the right journals). That's what mom was calling about. Apparently it was one thing just to be the silent pair of giggling school girls pointing and clicking our way anonymously around people's lives (and sometimes dirty laundry) and it was quite another to announce your presence and be known.

"You aren't gonna have a diary and have people post what THEY think of you, are you?" Because as mom knows, it's one thing to speak my mind on my own page... but it's quite another to blast your life on the internet in a way that you can't control the messages being read. And I already have that on my site. I dont' need yet another thing to write for, update, yada yada yada. Maybe in the future but not for now.

I am trying to convince mom to get the same deal i am getting. It's free and you are able to put up any pic you want to describe what you are. I thought of putting in yet another new and exciting fairie pic with her face in it, but then i get the whole unlady like spiel again and wonder if there is something else I can use that would really be unlady like (just kidding mom.. you pick the icon). Right now I just put up what she thinks right along what I think and she seems just all agog with that option. But I bet after a while, she'll catch the bug.

So for now, watch for the birdie flicking fairie..... I got lots to say :)