OK, so I think the reason this diary gets updated so seldomly is that we set the bar too high. Instead of making this a place where we can share quick random bits of our days, it's become a place where you have to have some crazy story (like mom falling out of a moving vehicle) in order to update. So, I would like to usher in a new dawn here at Pocketfood. Because guess what? Lil' Brudder J is about to join the writing staff. He can entertain us with tales of freshman year while the rest of us old fogies talk about the weather, kids these days, and our rheumatiz.

So the new policy is: even if it's not totally hilarious, write it. Even if it's a paragraph. Even if it's gibberish. Even if it's a recipe for Apple Brown Betty. Because it's not quality, it's quantity!

Also, if you're tired of checking in on us every now and again only to find the same stale entry about my dog still up, I've added a Notify List to the page. See, it's right down there at the bottom of the page! Sign up, and if we remember to do it, you'll get a message when we've updated. See how much we love you! See how we save you from wasting precious seconds of your life! Pocketfood: so awesome, a catchy slogan about awesomeness could not do us justice.

ps- for the love, please sign our guestbook. We're the laughingstock of Diaryland. The Mayor of Diaryland won't even return our calls anymore. I could keep going on like this, pretending that Diaryland is a place where we live, but I won't. Unless you don't sign our guestbook. Then I'll go on at length about how our Diaryland neighbors put up these hideous gazing ball lawn ornaments and are refusing to trim back that damn tree that's weeping sap all over the Volvo. Believe me, my ability to tell boring details of a fictional neighborhood is boundless. So sign, dammit! --m