The internet is now complete.

Well. I guess I now have a blog. The internet shall never want for anything more. What worries me, though, is this marks the fourth in an ever-increasing, ever-disturbing series of things that I seem to have copied my buddy Matt in doing. First it was lifting weights. Granted, he invited me along in the first place, so it was solicited. It's not like I woke up one day and said, "hey, Matt works out. I think I'll do that, too." Now we only work out together once a week, if that. I work out solo the rest of the time, up to 4 times a week. Scary. It's become one of my things, but still, he did it first, so that automatically makes me less cool for it, even if I look like a superhero now. And no, smartass, not Robin.

Second in my list of copyitude (I'm making up new words here, people) was getting an iPod. I had wanted one for quite a while, but could never really justify the expense to myself. He got and iPod Mini for his girlfriend for Valentine's Day and that was that. This was made even better by the fact that he bought her a Virgin Mobile Player first. I can remember him declaring that, "iPod is just a brand name. This thing is cheaper and better. Who needs an iPod?" Well, his girlfriend's fateful Virgin Mobile Player was a complete piece of crap that broke no less than 3 times before it finally got returned to Best Buy about a week later (and was not the first to be returned, according to the "Geek Squad" guy behind the counter.) Anyway, he gets her a nifty iPod Mini, discovers iTunes, buys himself a 20gig iPod the next week. I bring some MP3 discs over since he doesn't feel like ripping all of his CDs (at least, that's the story I'm giving the RIAA) and I mess around with the iPod. Predictably, the next day I am at the mobile counter of Best Buy (I still hate the fact that they put MP3 players with cell phones, it just feels wrong -- but that's a rant for another time) debating whether to get a 40 gig or 60 gig iPod Photo. Being the completely insane person I am when it comes to (A) music and (B) electronic gadgets, I go for the 60 gig, and my bank account weeps quietly in the corner. So now I have an iPod which can whup any other iPod's ass, but Matt beat me to it by a day. Still, I can show album covers while songs are playing and solitaire is a lot easier to tell what's going on with the color screen and all. I also have 23 days worth of continuous music (provided the battery lasts) and the thing's not even half full yet. It's good to be me. Maybe I'll even put a photo or two on this thing. Maybe.

Third? Achewood. Normally, I'm the guy who HATES web comics. Yet, I love this one. I even have one of the characters as my AIM icon. I'd use Roast Beef, since he shares more of my world view, but Ray looks cooler, and that's all that should matter when choosing an AIM icon. There's a declaration for you. I have spoken. The comic is good, but so much is character based (like all good comedy) that you need to start from the beginning. I'll warn you now, it takes a while to pick up. Once Ray and Roast Beef take over, it gets really good, though. Anyway, this marks the first time Matt has found something on the internet before me, cause normally he sucks at the internet. Then again, his blog predates mine, so he must not suck at the internet too much. Or I'm just a sorry, unoriginal thing. Definitely not that.

Which brings me to the last thing. Blog. Not sure anyone will care what I have to say, but it should be fun to type in whatever I want, unfettered. Too bad I'm actually going to do my best to use proper spelling and punctuation, which segregates me from approximately 98% of the internet at this point. This post thing actually has a spell checker, so there's really no excuse. I mean, seriously. Have you read some of the blogs on this site? Go ahead and click that Next Blog button in the top right corner. Do it and weep. The internet is in serious need of an editor. I'm not that editor, but you get my point...

Looks like I've made my entire first post about Matt. I'm scaring myself. Maybe Matt should be scared, thinking I'm going to be all Jennifer Jason Leigh in Single White Female or something. Maybe I will. Just maybe. I have been working out, after all.