On with the show...

Well to start, who the hell am I, and why am I the guy you want to go to for social commentary, wise words and wit. I'm like you, perhaps, a little weird and funny. I have a car and I pay rent. I went to college and did all of that. I've done drugs. I love music. I want to be creative. I've had jobs and I have a girlfriend. I hate bad drivers. Always swerving, and sleeping at the wheel. Just lifeless human ticking time bombs.

And, like you, I notice things. Things that are outrageous. Things that are desirable. Things that you never knew existed. I witness humorous interactions. I see events unfold that seem a little too coincidental to go unmentioned and unjustified. Ridiculous behavior that has to be recorded.

And because all of this 'mind-trash' is worth more to me and yourself written, than it is forgotten, than blahg I shall. That and I got laid off and have nothing better to do.

So why not go and watch a TV show or read a magazine? Or just read the newspaper? Why not just get high and trip out?

Because the next hit drama on NBC will probably be funny, and the craziest most talentless act will top the charts next week. The DOW will go up and down and you've probably had all the fun you're going to have with whippets and cocaine. That shit is predictable. This is where the unexpected happens. No one anticipated that poor bastard at Coachella learning the physics of the thong sandal amidst heavy foot traffic. I didn't even think he could do it.

And that's why you're here. Because you don't want to miss it. This is going to be the new old- Springsteen. THE BOSS.

YOU MADE IT TO THE FIRST BLahG!

Congratulations!
Put your confusion aside and try to focus on the excitement.
Face it, you've made it this far, you might as well stick around.

Know that this blahg could be an inspiration to you. A place you go for your news perhaps. Or for ideas on music or food or women. A place you can discuss your job. A place you can discuss your bowls. A source of humor. A source of unfettered reality. And, as I understand it, a place to come plagiarize and pilfer my thoughts and use them in your own life for your own benefit without me ever knowing it.
See? Now you're listening.

Will I come through? Will this blahg live up to its goals? Only time will tell, and since this is day one, get the hell out of here and come back tomorrow.
...stupid internet jerks...

Sincerely,
Alex Vaughn