I do not compute

Am having much internet trouble, my browser having slowed to almost nothing because I've reached the limit of my 'unlimited' monthly downloads, largely to do with my foster-kid's constant down loads of games, game-related stuff and videos. It's great to have someone else to blame. I've ticked him off, as I've done before, and now I have to wait three days before I'm back at full speed.

I'm not a great a visitor of the blogs of others and I rarely comment on them, being a strangely anti-social type who always complains about lack of social contact, but also because the technology of blogging and computer shite in general is unfamiliar to me. I don't even know what a tag is, or not clearly. Having somehow arrived at this charming writerly blog, I've found out a bit more, though I don't think I'll ever be much into the memetagging thing. My top five movies, books, songs, dining experiences, whatever, I hate being asked those questions, they require me to be too decisive. It's as if you've defined yourself, however provisionally, and you immediately want to break free from the definition. And yet I'm tempted and I've occasionally drawn up such lists...

But what exactly is tagging? Is it like a cyberchain letter? I've read wikipedia's piece on tagging and I'm none the wiser.

I'm also having trouble just changing the design of my own blog. I wanted to 'come out' and put a real picture of myself in my profile, but I've not been able to make the switch after about a half a day of playing around with it. I need to have an affair with a sexy computer geek.