Okay, this would mark the first time I've ever done a blog - though the idea of such has crossed my mind before. Honestly, I had considered such in the past, but I had never quite felt... well, safe. I mean, c'mon - people can be cruel, and I have a long history with cruel people in my life - but that's a story for another time.

I am not truly certain what a blog is FOR, but I assume it's kind of like an online diary. I mean, I've heard that a large number of folks do it; why can't I, right? I tend to think I have a bit of a way with words, and I mean that sincerely... but not exactly in face-to-face conversation. Let me explain:

[ONLINE]: The existential conundrum of life is being that which shall neither stagnate nor age, yet at the same time constantly evolving into more than mere statement can properly describe; as description can only be truly mastered after familiarity, it requires one to be persistent in reviewing one's past - leading to a stationary necessity in order to analyze and learn. Hence, age and stagnation are required, at least in some capacity, in order to progress oneself further along the path of self-learning.

[OFFLINE]: Uhm... can anyone tell me where the garbage can is?

As you can see, I tend to be a bit more... shall we say "talkative and verbose" behind a keyboard than in real life.

This doesn't mean I am unable to interact with the world around me; I do love to entertain, and when I'm onstage, I flip the switch to 'on' and do my thing; the audiences love watching me ham it up, and the folks I entertain with enjoy my energy.

But, that's just it - I don't have to flip a switch to express myself online - unless you mean the 'power' button on the computer, then you have a fair point. Otherwise, I can just let my mental meanderings pour out of my skull and onto the page/post/message/scroll/whatever. It's kind of relieving, y'know? I mean, I have to kind of keep my weirdness in check when I'm in public, and people tend to make me just a weeeeeeee bit uncomfortable. Not a fun combination when you're a husband and father on the brink of forty, much less growing up as such.

Maybe it's the freedom from having five-million-billion things floating through your head, and only being able to vocalize one at a time; online, I can just start typing and I tend to get things out as I go. It's a kind of therapy, I suppose - the chatter of the keys as I type, the relative silence (music helps me relax, so to me it counts as a part of 'relative silence'), the clarity of thought... soothing the savage beast of my mind with the Sonata in C Major For Keyboard and Peace.

Well, at any rate I'm not going to guarantee that I'll do this regularly, but I will state that I've enjoyed this enough to do it again... probably sometime soon.

I thank you for your time. Excelsior, folks!