And so it begins . . . .

Everything must start somewhere. Dependent on the situation, this can vary from the tangible to the very abstract. Take ED drugs: that all started with some old rich chemist who got pissed off one to many nights because his little soldier wouldn't come to attention when he pestered his considerably younger trophy wife into letting him get a little action. Throw in some spare time and a likely enourmous grant from some other old rich guys with the same condition and *BLAM*, you have to listen to how your Erectile Dysfunction can be solved inbetween CNN's coverage of the current escapades of (insert name of celebrity that nobody can exlain their fame). That's tangible. (Old Chemist + Money + Trophy Wife)/Uncooperative Weenie = Viagra.

Nicole Ritche's dad is famous. Now we get to see her on the news all of the time. She's famous because......um.......well..... That's intangible.

I started this blog to help the people that deal with me on a daily basis sleep a little better. Since I have this forum to nitpick about crap, maybe they won't need to hear as much. You, on the other hand, are subjecting yourself to this willingly. I can't apologize for that. Basically, what you'll find here are my takes on everything from current events (If you get mauled by a tiger, and you didn't encounter it in the wild, somebody did something really stupid, and it was probably you), to how I feel about a given movie or musician (If you were stunned that the movie "Stealth" sucked, you probably spend a considerable amount of time stunned).

In case you were suprised the "Stealth" sucked, I'll let you in on another secret: I'm not going to be nice. If I think something is stupid, you'll know. Why do I feel like I should be allowed to spout my opinions online? Two reasons: 1) I set this damn blog up and 2) I know how to type. To quote Kathleen Madigan (mocking Dr. Laura) "You know what? I'm so god damned right about everything, I'm going to have to start taking calls."