Wednesday 25 October 2000

Pic of the day: Me and my famous yoghurt.

Fame! (Keep dreaming)

There is nothing a man wants more than making an impression. And particularly, of course, on the opposite sex. As the artist said, in the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes. Fine. Today I was famous for 15 seconds. It's a start!

Despite having a reasonable quantity of yoghurt in my fridge, I stopped by Mega to buy 9 more boxes. Today at work I felt pretty shabby, so I thought it best to have a reserve just in case I crash on sick leave again. I tend to buy 9 boxes at a time - it allows the nice people at the cash register to count them at a glance. Such is the human mind constructed, that we automatically see when there are three of a kind. More, and we may need to count. But 3 goes automatically, and most people know that 3*3=9. (This does not stop some from painstakingly passing each box of yoghurt in front of the bar code reader, but then again some don't.)

As this woman was adding up my yoghurts, she suddenly said: "Didn't you forget one yoghurt the other day?" "I guess, but I did not know I was that famous, that people would remember!" She actually seemed slightly flustered by the reply, and said "Actually I don't work here all that often" as if that somehow would explain why she remembered me. Perhaps she is just bright. Or perhaps I look strange. Anyway, she was sort of cute - not that it matters to me of course not no really it doesn't...

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I don't have this huge crowd of people reading my journal, but there are some every day. So far I have on principle avoided the usual hit counters, so I get only very general info from my ISP. I know that some of my readers are Norwegian, but not who. It's a funny thought that I may actually meet people who know me better than their brother, while I don't have an idea who they are. Creepy? Not really. I'm not rich, female or a celebrity. So I don't feel at risk. But it's strange when I think about it.

Of course, I don't know if they would immediately recognize me when I don't wear pajamas ...

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I guess another way to fame might be submitting your most stupid blunders to a dedicated website for such activities. I have not happened upon any such for foreign countries, but here in Norway TabbeToppen has a wide selection of gaffes. All in Norwegian, sorry. I have considered submitting one of mine, but I'm not sure I am quite that desperate for fame yet ... Perhaps some day. :)

In the meantime, I stick with the JPG diary. I guess I could get more fame if I throw in a couple of topless photos now and again... Well, it works for some online persons! Actually, there is at least one topless photo with nipples in my archive that I remember, the shower pic. I don't offhand recall where in my almost 2 years of archives it is, though I'm sure you can find it if you look through them all ... ;)

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So, wanna share in the glory? Just in case you're not already an online journaller, I can tell you that it is quite simple to become one. Ideally you should have something to say now and again; but as you can see, over time you get into a habit so you'll write anyway. Just remember: The Internet is part of the Real World. Those are real people out there reading. Remember that and all should be well.

If you're absolutely green and don't want to hear about HTML and FTP and domains and such, there is always Diaryland. It has a certain reputation for teenliness and hypercutesy, but there are some quite good journals there already. Why not you?

Be sure to submit your new journal to the major search engines, such as AltaVista and HotBot. It may take half a year or two before they discover you on your own. And make sure to register so people looking for online journals can find you quickly.

Who knows, one day you may be famous for 15 minutes!