Peer pressure, blogging style

I've known about Technorati for a long time but never visited until today. On my visit, I discovered that I am ranked....wait for it...

586,843

Yes, my friends, you are in the presence of greatness. I clearly have a hotline to the people. The weight of the world is suddenly on my shoulders as I ponder the moral obligation I have to use this power wisely.

Or, you know, I suck and am all alone in the world. So now I'm torn - do I cry into my soup (or, tonight's dinner, peanut butter chicken, yum yum), do my damnedest (that can't possibly be spelled correctly, but I can't slow down to look it up now) to improve my ranking, or accept that I am one small, unoriginal voice in a sea of same?

It would be easier to incorporate this knowledge, this feeling of being small and pointless, if I really understood why I blog anyway. I started, as I start most things, because everyone else is doing it, and I'm nothing if not a follower. Baa. But now it's a habit and a stress reliever. I think of things I want to blog about while I'm out and about, sort of the way I think "I can't wait to tell Keith that!" when something happens while my husband's at work. Sadly, I usually forget whatever it is before I blog (or tell my husband, for that matter). Hmm, I don't even really remember what I'm saying now, and I'm in mid-post.

Moving on. Dennis Hastert is on the news and looks like a heart attack waiting to happen. That would be sad, now, wouldn't it? Sigh. I'm a bad, bad person, wishing ill on evil people. I should rise above it and turn the other cheek and love my enemies and embrace some other cliches. Not likely to happen, though. Okay, how about instead of wishing physical harm on anyone, I instead hope that all these sex scandals will turn people against the Republicans at the polls next month. It does seem that people care more about politicians' peccadillos than their power abuses, which makes me wonder about the wisdom of governing "by the people," but whatever gets these assholes out, right?

Warning: I'm afraid I may be subject to increasingly frequent political outbursts between now and the election, but I'll try to pipe down afterwards and concentrate on things like Christmas and kittens. I like kittens.