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Friday, May 21, 2004

I think I've found my soulmate.

Blogger have recently added a new feature (well it's new to me, but I'm fairly unobservant, so it's probably been around for months) allowing you to create your own little profile page. I've no idea why, but I'm not averse to indulging in pointless activities, so I filled mine in. Which, if you're VERY bored, you can view here.

This resulted in two interesting pieces of information (apart from finding out I was born in the year of the ox, which explains why I'm such a hard worker):

The first is that it tells me I've written over 34,000 words so far in this blog. Which I found surprising, considering that until recently I barely managed to scrape together a couple of sentences a week. So I investigated further and found that 30,000 of those words have been written since January. Which explains why I never have time to write anything important - I've been far too busy here, writing half a novel's worth of crap since Christmas.

Although having said that, my last play was 29,000 words, and has so far received fewer positive comments than this blog, so perhaps it was time well spent.

But anyway, far more important than that, is that this new profile feature has led to the discovery of my perfect match. I was asked to enter some of my favourite music, so being deliberately awkward, I entered four of my less well known favourites, first among them being Lucy Woodward. (Stop mouthing "who?"). Having done so, I found I could click on the name and find out how many of the other millions of bloggers worldwide had named the lovely Lucy in their profile. And the answer...?


Only one other blogger in the entire world likes Lucy. And what's more it's a girl. So I clicked on her, and...

She likes Michelle Branch and Matchbox 20 too. Is that spooky or what? She likes three of my four obscure musical favourites. The only one not mentioned is The Senators, but frankly no one's ever heard of The Senators. And I mean no one. Boy, if I ever met anyone who liked The Senators, I'd probably fall in love or something.

So Jesse, as her name appears to be, is clearly my soulmate, and the girl I should be spending the rest of my life with.

There appear to be just two problems:

1. She lives in Australia.

2. She's 14.

But hey, the course of true love never runs smoothly. So what if she lives on the other side of the world, and happens to be a small child? Besides, by the time I've saved up enough money for the airline ticket, she'll probably be 18 anyway.