Before I leave for the night, I must relay tonight's blog-related wackiness to our logarithmically growing audience.

First we renamed the blog from Snake's World to The League of Philosophising Fools. It was our hope that such a title convey the seriousness of our intent, yet end on a self-effacing flourish. So far so good. Then we picked a new template, elegantly understated, with faded colors to reduce eye strain. Then, wishing to get a more powerful blog, Dave and I set out to look for a new blogging service to relocate our blog. After some looking, we hit upon www.xanga.com, a site that showed much promise. It offered a lot of flashy tools for the ambitious new bloggers. I was flushed with ideas for new looks for the blog. Heady dreams filled my mind about what a brilliant act of expression our blog will be.

But then, to our horror, we discovered the site is populated mainly by the daily musings of teenyboppers. In other words, people who wRiTE LIkE tHis. When such things are coupled with candy-colored splash screens, cheesy flash tricks, cutesy sound effects, the overall effect is terrifying. Like a lost Midwest family of tourists that took a wrong turn and ended up in the Red Light District, we immediately high-tailed it out of this hypercharged bubble-gum world. Back in the stodgy, but dependable www.blogger.com, we tsk tsked about the superfaciaility of all those bells and whistles and how blogs of substance were found mostly on blogger anyway. Then Dave uttered the immortal line:

"The League is about content."

I guess you had to be there. I guess you had to be us. But for me, right there, I totally lost it. I was in stitches, for the absurdity of our little endeavour was suddenly, hilariously clear. We had pumped ourselves up into Blog Napoleons, ready to cast our shadow over cyberspace. In reality, we remain two guys hunched over computers, heads filled with delusion of grandeur.

In light of of the sudden expose of our bombasity, maybe we should rename the blog to: The Little Blog That Could