So begins my experimentation with the blogosphere. Of course, as Bill Maher would be quick to point out, it's not like I'm wearing a lab coat. Trial and error is about the only thing I'll be borrowing from the scientific method. But, it's not like I have a mission statement or game plan or something.
What I do know is that the Internet appears to be full of people who are very interested in what they have to say, regardless of what the reader might be interested in. It's great this thing the Internet. You can be the best example of yourself, the most you you can be, and you're probably safe in assuming that there's a niche market for that quintessential you. Someone will read about you, and even if no one is, you can still believe that to be the case. It's such a bizarre paradox, the desire to obtain immortality in such an ephemeral medium as the Internet. But hey, everyone wants to be cool, and isn't that the same thing?
Which brings me back to why I'm here. I'm not cool. As my two young boys get older I see cool moving farther and farther away from me. I never was cool. But, as I hit each developmental milestone I see how much closer I was to being cool than I am now. Sort of like gaining weight. I was never thin, but I sure wish I was fat like I was in high school. And because I want desperately to be as uncool as I was ten years ago, I thought I'd start writing down my thoughts and pretend that my columns are read as frequently as those in my local paper. If nothing else, I don't have to bother my wife with my ramblings about the news or movies or philosophy as much any more. I hope that I won't drive away the few who might stumble across this blog.
