This is me blogging

Ever one to jump on a bandwagon -- especially one that is already so full of riders that the band geeks have been left by the side of the road wondering how to get their tubas home -- I've decided to start my own blog.

I'm sure you're as excited about it as I am.

So here's the deal. Years ago I was a reporter and a columnist.

Ok, it was a college newspaper, and they let anyone who could spell and use punctuation have a column...but stop changing the subject.

The point is, back in the days before there were blogs (or even the "internets" President Smirksalot is so fond of), I could write like a normal person. I was even pretty good at it.

Then I went to law school.

I could insert some or all of the expected jokes here about law school stealing/sucking/nibbling on my soul, but I won't for two reasons.

First, Buddhists and the Christian Right can agree on one thing. I don't have a soul. I'm pretty sure they reach that conclusion for completely different reasons.

Second, they aren't jokes.

Anyway, though I left the law school soulsucking demons unfed, I was not unaffected. I learned some cool law stuff (some of it even useful). In trade, I gave up the ability to write anything anyone but a lawyer would read. And then only for $300 an hour.

This, then, is my attempt to teach myself to write stuff without case cites again.

Also, I figure I have at least as much to say as all those other people taking up space on the bandwagon.

This will not be a photolog. If you want one of those, check out my wife's blog, which, as far as I can tell, is a electronic record of a) the evolution of her hair color and style and b) an account of where she drinks.

It will not be a series of clever observations, witticisms and haiku. For that, I recommend my buddy John's blog. You will also get to see pictures of his painfully cute daughter. He thinks her name is Sonja. It's really Lucille.

My plan is pretty straightforward. I'll write about stuff that I find interesting or amusing.

If all else fails, I'll go with things that piss me off. That should keep me from running out of material.