E-blog with kitty

I find a blog site I've registered on who-knows-when and it just sits here with my name on it not doing anything. So I start typing these words, and almost type "styping" instead of "start typing" because it's a logical portmanteau and who says we can't just make up our own? So I styping (maybe that's why) and I wonder really just how much of a waste so much of what's posted online really is, like this, meandering off into no place in particular but seems at least to be amusing me.

I mean, I'm shooting electrons all over the surface of the planet doing this, which presumably one does with ones own thoughts as well, but thoughts don't travel the energy grid and flash-fry coal, hydrogen or a petrolforms and spew more carbon into the atmosphere and melt the ice caps and drown strangers along the coast. That I know of.

So that's what I think about now as I activate a blog on a site I registered for who-knows how many years ago, for whatever unknown reason.

Sometimes I want to say things that makes no sense to anyone but me in the moment and that's enough.

So it works for me, unless I'm killing the planet. What then? Should I take to a notebook with a pen? Same problem. Killing trees for paper or polluting the wee amount of drinking water we have left for our exploding numbers by recycling paper we've already used for, oh, say, the California Tax Code? No, that doesn't work.

Recycling is like this collective self-delusion that makes it OK to spend $100 at Trader Joe's and come home with $70 worth of packaging that we then dutifully put in "the recycling" that ends up being processed with what little potable water we have left to drink. There will be blood, but it won't be about oil. It will be about water.

But who wants to read that? We burn up fuel cruising the Internet for cute animal pictures. So here is a kitty: