the blog identity

i woke up, sheets twisted and slightly damp. mid-leap over a tall building, running. the bad men were coming....

the dream was full of all of you. an underground network of bloggers trying to save the world. some of you were not as lucky as others as the web of intrigue spun itself in circles all over the world. one of you was driving a car very fast. way too fast. another was making a hand off: a secret double chambered pocketbook (espionage yarns cannot use the word purse, people) went into the hands of the guy we thought was on our side but perhaps turned out not to be. one of you spoke perfect french and was as exotic a creature as i've ever seen. another of you lost a finger. that part sucked. sorry about that.

twisty curvy. some of you were fleeting and others in and out of my consciousness all dream long which felt like it went on all night long. at the end I have no idea if we thwarted the evil crime ring but I do know we were trying really, really hard. And we were pretty damn smart about it.

And we were hot. oh daddy-o....crimefighting bloggers are smoking.