Post #1. I wonder how many blogs start with...

Ok, this first entry is probably going to totally suck, because I haven't really kept a blog before. Not like this. (But I have written a thing or two before, so don't be too nervous).

Am I sucking yet? Too early to tell?

Well, if I am, just realize that I'll probably get better at blogging with experience... so if you're reading this entry on a day other than the one I'm writing it on, and you see more entries below (or above, or however that works), you can skip ahead to find out.

Go ahead, I'll wait. Besides, I'm kind of stuck here. You're the one from the future.

Alright, did you skip ahead to a future post that I haven't written (as of this writing) yet? Yeah? Was it good?

You're not going to tell me? Silent type? Ok, that's fine.

So anyway, I'm sitting here in my apartment in Vista, California writing my first blog entry while also thawing chicken in my sink as my perspiration soaked gym clothes slowly dry on my body (having just come back from the gym).

Not only is that a beautiful run-on sentence (hey, it's my blog, I can do what I want). It's also kind of gross. So I have to do something about that. Be right back...

[10 minutes later]

Ok, I'm showered and Mr. George Foreman is now on chicken grillin' duty.

So why start a blog now?

Well, I can touch type like a maniac and I like to write. (Oh believe me, you'll see).

But a better answer is probably because now seems like a good time to start bloggin'.

Which begs the question "why now?". Ok, maybe it doesn't "beg the question" (I don't even know what that means exactly... shouldn't it be "begs for"? Whatever. You know what I mean).

To which the answer is, twitter made me do it.

I joined twitter recently to see what all the fuss was about. I didn't quite understand what it was about or why it was getting so much press, but I figured there had to be something to it. So I joined.

First I started following a few interesting people and shortly after, I started sending my own twitter updates. And even without an audience, there is something rather catchy about "micro-blogging".

Twitter was the gateway drug to Blogger.

But seriously, I wouldn't be sitting here in my maroon office chair, in front of 1 of 6 LCD screens (6!? Yeah, yeah, I'll get to that eventually) typing my first blog entry if I didn't have anything to express.

The fact is, I am at a crossroads in life...and I am self-aware enough to know it. And if I was to start a bloggin', then now seems like as good a time as any.

So even if this first post sucks (and I cannot promise you it won't, even after endless edits!), things should eventually get interesting as I really don't have the faintest idea what's going to happen next or where I'll end up (or what I'll end up doing).

So many possibilities. It boggles the mind (another expression I never use. In fact, what the hell is "boggling". Miriam Webster says "to start with fright or amazement : be overwhelmed". Ok, yeah, that feeling.)

But it's exciting, too. And even more so now that I've been recently introduced to Littlewood's Law.

Who am I writing for? Who's my audience?

I'm writing for me. My audience? Are you kidding? I don't have an audience. :)

Ok, George (Foreman) is telling me to stick a fork in it, my chicken's done.

So in future entries I'll recount the tales that got me to where I presently am. Maybe it'll make some sense in the telling. Or not! ;)