My first foray into blogging...

I've always been a little skeptical of this whole thing. I suppose its hard not to be when you grow up on actual literature, the kind that requires physically turning the page. But every journalism class I've ever taken has told me the same thing: Blogs are the future. Now what kind of space age bullshit is that? Blogs, the ignorant rants of under- (or over-) sexed morons with nothing better to do with their time than plaster their idiocy all over the internet, are the future? You've got to be kidding me. It's going to take more than a couple tenured professors who, based solely on their six-figure salary, can say whatever they damn well please (and could very easily just be jerking my blog-ignorant chain) to convince me that blogging is legit.

So you're probably wondering, if I'm so disapproving of the whole online journal trend, what could possibly draw me into the throng of morons that claims "blogging" as a hobby? To be perfectly honest, I don't know what I'm doing here. I guess I just want to write, and I'm doing this in the hope that until my words can be read on a larger scale (hint hint to any magazine editors out there), this blog just might mean something to someone. Side note: I apologize now for the completely condescending tone of the previous sentence. I was aiming for empathy and came up trite. Sorry about that.

So for now, welcome to my blog. I hope you find yourself intrigued.

If you got funk, you got style. You're funkin' and you're styling all the while.
When you got funk, you got class. You're out on the floor movin' your ass.

-George Clinton and the Funkadelics