Sometimes I wonder about the impact of the stuff I write, because I have been known to rant a bit about the injustices of life, you know, where corporate giants exploit people because they can, where people are selfish and thoughtless, where scumbag lawyers make bad situations even worse by not caring, that kind of thing... and then I'm glad I blog, because even though most days this is a brain dump for me, and nothing more, occasionally I do want to make a point (even though most days I have no idea if anybody even reads this stuff) and I want to make the world and the people in it, better. And today, Jo made me feel like I might have. Nice.

A randomly constructed burble through some of my days, some crafty, some not. Pot luck lives here - some days it's silk, some days it's calico.
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Thursday, 27 August 2009
Fame, remember my name(2)
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blog fame,
Diary of a sad housewife,
Hunter Valley
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