First day, maybe the only day

Yeah, so, I've had this odd hankering to start a blog just for the heck of it. Plus, it's always a good time to jump on a bandwagon, right? Blogs just always seemed like a pointless endeavor to me. Don't get me wrong, the internet has always been a place to go and put your thoughts and opinions out there for everyone to see and debate, but the main question is, and always has been, "why should I care? What makes this person's opinions and thoughts worth my time, or anybody else's time, for that matter?" I'm not saying that they don't have a right to those feelings, but, Jesus, why the fuck should I really be reading it? They're called innermost feelings for a reason. It you want to have an outlet, just do it the old fashioned way: in a real journal, with pages. Oh. My. God. How antique, right? You know, I look around at how high tech everything is and how dependent everyone is on technology and wonder, "Whatever will we do if there's a massive EMP blast one day that wipes out everything electronic?" I've seen examples of teenagers' writing these days and wonder if they could ever get by without a computer to put their school papers and (one day in the not so far off future, kiddies, trust me, it sneaks up oh so fast) work reports and memos and the like on. If, as they say, the children are our future, it's going to be a smeary, hearts-over-the-i's-and-j's mess.

Moving back for a moment, I guess the main problem I have with blogs is that I feel like a parent sneaking a peak into their kid's journal. Bloggers may be putting something out there for all to see, but that's kind of like what a streaker does, and that's just not my cup of tea, junior.
So, will I continue my Lewis-Blackian rants? Will the horrible stream of consciousness writing live on? Tune in next...whenever to find out, and if you hold your breath until then, I'll give you two shiny nickels when I come back.

Song of the Post (The deal with this is that at the end of each post, I'll post a favorite line from whatever song I'm listening to at the time. I'll leave the artist name and song title off and tell you what they are in the next post, then have a new quote. Ooo! Fun!): "Beginnin' to think that I'm wastin' time, / I don't understand the things I do."