5:18am from Typepad

That feeling.

I have that weird "I need to fuck with my weblog again" feeling that comes up every once in a while and makes me embark on some futile exercise in using my weblog to bring eternal happiness to the Internet. I got in a bet with Michael Buffington at SXSW about which one of us could make a better automated weblog (one that posted interesting things without human intervention) and I think there was a pitcher of martini at stake? Buffington? Do you remember the stakes? Is the game still on? I need something, anything, where are weblogs going?