The latest not-really-complaining complaint from Todd:

"So I just checked whirlygirl, and if it were paper, it would be yellowing and tattered around the edges. I'm not really complaining, since I'm one of the only people on the planet that understands how much effort it represents, but maybe it is time for another redesign? I know, I know, you love this one.... maybe more of a weblog design or something entirely different. Not that I really think that's what suits you best... in fact... I just kind of wanted to say 'weblog' and I got to use it twice now. Maybe you should request input from your 'long time reader, first time writer' audience or something. Have your mom write a new entry... she'll love it. Or maybe Tai-Pei-Jim, or Sunrise-Bev, or your Nephew-the-Stereo-Thief, or Peggy-from-Philly, or just someone."

Any takers? I'm too busy frolicking in the sun, listening to Saint Etienne's Interlude, and generally shirking all whirlygirl responsibility. I'm too busy living to reflect. And right now that's a good thing.

But if you're chained to a desk job or a desk retirement or just generally chained to something with a networked computer on it and nothing better to do than construct a quirky narrative to share with the world, email your creation to icanbeawhirlygirltoo@whirlygirl.com.