To Blog or not to Blog?

Starting a blog, now that everyone and their retarded cousin has one, feels a little like becoming a Nirvana/Sublime/INXS fan post-shotgun/needle/belt & double headed dildoes. Blogs are no longer an original, anarchic way to express oneself. Maybe the best ones still have a bit of that revolutionary spirit that comes with having a following and no editor to censor the commentary. But when Wil Wheaton has his own shitty blog, the format has officially become uncool (though the man gets some props for contributing voice work to 'GTA: San Andreas').

Still, the idea of putting together a blog has been calling to me of late. Some of my friends, too lazy to do one themselves, have suggested this may be a good way to consolidate my offbeat thoughts and stop "clogging email inboxes." Sure, 37 penis-lengthening solicitation emails each day are OK, but a few friendly and occasionally humorous notes are just too much. Assholes.

I'm not sure what I hope to achieve with the blog. Writing is a passion of mine, but I often find it boring as hell, which doesn't bode well for me updating this thing with any kind of regularity. Maybe it's a test - conquer the blog, then the world (or at least the treadmill). More likely it's just going to be a place where I can post my demented rants and links to articles about people severing their own genitals or screwing live chickens.

So the blog adventure begins here. I have no roadmap and no agenda, so don't expect a theme. I expect it will be an unoriginal blend of pop culture ruminations, sports columns, music raves and rants, and drunken ramblings. Although my coordination drops precipitously after a few shots of jager, so I wouldn't expect muzh psat 2AM on a Staurday.

Anyway, to the three people who will ever see this blog, I welcome you. To show my appreciation, I give you this.