In all the insulin-injecting excitement that's been going on around here this week, I forgot my own weblogging anniversary. It was, uh, two days ago?--July 28, yes, that's right. This is typical of me. I'd forget my own birthday if it weren't for all the lovely presents.

Anyway, you don't get any presents for maintaining a weblog for a year, particularly not when you do such a bad job at it as I do. I think what you are supposed to do if you have a weblog is write some awful "What I've Learned About Blogging" post, and folks, I hope you don't mind too much, but we're totally going to skip that.

Because if you want to learn about weblogging, really the only thing to do is get yourself a weblog. You type in http://www.blogger.com and you follow the instructions--instructions which are so clearly written and easy to follow that I have signed up for at least three blogs that way, then promptly forgotten what I named the blog and what password I used to access it--and you pay no money and, voila! You have a weblog. It's that simple.

Or you could always do what I did, and register for one accidentally on Journalspace, home of my old posts (because I am both too lazy and too stupid to figure out how to get them out of there), but I really don't recommend that if you can help it.

Happy blogiversary to me, hooray.