The Beginning

While chatting with a friend on MSN during working hours, I was introduced to the wonderful world of blogging. No, I have not been hiding underneath a rock for the last millennium. I know blogging has existed for a long time. I would say those prehistoric cave drawings could be said to be the earliest of them all.

I Googled some cave drawings, and made my own interpretations of what the author was trying to tell.

I got my sister’s horse pregnant!

Last night I had a wet dream about a bird and a bison, and got a mega hard on.

Animal karma sutra position number four, the Porking from Behind.

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As I was looking through my friend’s blog, it hit me. “Hey, I can do that too”. I can get my views and opinions across to people everywhere. I can be whoever I want to be, and I can stop whenever I get bored with it. Plus its way cheaper than hanging out at the local pub.

So the first thing I thought of was what to write. Do I create a blog, talking about politics and blame the government for everything? Do I try to spread my insane ideologies and tear down those which I do not agree nor understand? Or do I curse my enemies and upload superimpose pictures of their faces onto nudies? The latter would be nice, but laws on internet is rather vague, so best to just blog about my crappy life. Else I might end up blogging about a six by four cell.

Also, I want to write something entertaining. Something that would not put people to sleep. From all the numerous blogs that I have read so far, I have come up with three types of bloggers which I do not want myself to fall into.

1. People who write about nothing which no one wants to read except themselves.

2. People who write with such bad English that no one except themselves can read.

3. People who write lame ass stories that go nowhere and are just plain boring.

The next step is to register myself an account for some blogging space. This step was rather easy as I only had one requirement. Free. A quick Google and voila, I found blogger.com.
So for the next few days, I was typing typing typing. Writing grandmother stories. Trying to get a few articles up before putting it on the web for people to view and scrutinize. Hopefully I would get some fans and be able to start my own religion.

Blogging lets you create your own new persona. It’s like leading a double life. For me, by day, I’m the mild mannered Analyst Programmer which is a slave to everyone. By night, I’m a macho egoistic power hungry male chauvinist keyboard typing prick who dares to say anything and everything. Er… except when there’s a chance of a lawsuit being filed against me, of course.