I’ve been spending more time than I’d like to admit over at likebetter.com. The premise is simple enough: you’re presented with two images, and you click on the one you like better. Then you get two more images, rinse, repeat. After you do this a few times, the brain at the bottom of the page turns pink, letting you know it knows something about you. Click on the brain, and it tells you what it knows. Then you go back to clicking on images until it knows something else.

I’d be curious to learn something about the intelligence-gathering algorithm at work here, because of the fifty or so things the brain has told me, only three have been off the mark. Well, two really, because I actually changed my mind about one thing— the brain was right, I would lead a cult if I had the opportunity!

Well, you gotta give me credit for knowing what motivates me— six days ago I wrote a century-long task list under the grand title “Get New Blog Going,” and over the following five days I managed to complete a whopping two of the hundred items, both under the sub-heading “Make It Pretty,” and neither having anything to do with actual writing.

Yesterday morning I was wondering how to force myself to stop playing around and get some real, non-lorem-ipsum content out into the ether. And the answer I came up with was this: invite people over. If you’re at home alone you’re much more inclined to sit around in your underwear and not worry about the dishes piling up. But if you think guests will be arriving at any moment, it’s time to take the dirty socks off the sofa and make sure there are drinks in the fridge.

So despite the blatant lack of content, I got the feeds burning and the Technorati Technorati-ing, and here you are. Welcome to the party. I’ll be back in five with the snacks.