Undaunted by the millions of comments on Yahoo proving that everything that could be said about a topic has already been said by someone, or the T-shirt that says, “What makes you think I want to hear from your T-shirt when I don’t want to hear from you?” I zealously enter the blogosphere.

I’ve already exposed my dogs to the barbs and arrows that one invites when revealing (previously) private events in one’s life. I’m ready to take the heat myself. I have things to say!

I run the idea by MyHusbandTheEngineer, telling him my concern is that I might run out of fodder.

“That’s a very valid concern,” he says.

“Thank you for affirming my innermost fear, sweetheart.” Ask an engineer a question and you’ll get a fact for an answer.

As little as I want mercilessly honest feedback, MHTE is accessible, and I need help choosing a name for my blog before I can move on to making it show up on the computer.

“I had the title figured out, but ‘Quirky.com’ is already taken,” I tell him.

“Is ‘Quirky.eu.com’ available?” he asks. “They’ll never trace it back to our house.” Eventually, I’ll get some help here.

“You know how I sign everything ‘XO, Cathy.’ How about ‘Quirky.xxx’?”

“Check and see if they have a dot Mars extension yet.”

I know I can’t handle the stress of having an engineer show me how to put my blog on the computer, so I buy “WordPress for Dummies.” It won’t do the trick, but at least I won’t be humiliated when I talk to my guru whom I’ll happily pay to “JUST DO IT!”

The book says it’s really intuitive, and in three minutes you can be online and blogging! Truly, this book was written for dummies — who else would believe that?

Three days plus two more, I’m still trying to get fluent in g(r)eek. And then a light bulb goes off in my head! I’ll call Siri. She has all the answers.