The First Blog of Many to Come

My first blog. As insanely nerve racking as some of the most intense moments of my life have been (i.e skydiving, marriage, divorce, climbing K-2) writing my first blog for millions of web browsers to happen upon and stick around long enough to get past the mis-spelling and mis-placed hyphens, I realize that…it really isn’t that big of a deal.
Compared to the previous list of “things I haven’t actually done in my life” from the preceding paragraph, preparing this blog doesn’t really offer the same danger, risk or possible insurance settlement. Then again, I am just guessing, being that I’ve never done any of those things mentioned.
I’m sure this leaves folks with a couple questions I don’t really feel like answering. What I will discuss is my sudden interest in spilling out the contents of my brain in no particular order onto, as we called it in the 90s, the World Wide Web.
I must admit for the longest time I hated blogs, blog sites, bloggers and words that even remotely rhymed with donut. It had nothing to do with anyone that blogged or some long standing feud with the information super highway. No, the evil behind my hatred for what I now have come to embrace was the anti-Christ himself, Caron Daly. Well him, and the creator of the lame segment on his show “Do Your Parents Know What a Blog Is?” You guessed it, during this riveting bit of television Carson would call onto stage a low level member of his staff (PA or Intern who by the way, were usually more charismatic, charming and funnier than he is) and had them call their parents to ask them if they knew what a blog was. The parents would say, “No I don’t,” and Carson would laugh and then would try to adlib as the American audience simultaneously threw bricks at their TVs for being subjected to something so completely un-entertaining.
So I am here online to publicly apologize to members of the blogging world for comments I may or may not have made regarding your lifestyle, mother’s hairdo, brother’s sexual preference or your own choice of hats. As of this posting I am officially one of you. I just hope you hate Carson for putting us all through this awkward situation.