Insecurity...

I just begrudgingly forwarded the URL for this here little blog to two friends. See my friends are all very witty and way smarter than me. They are all artists or academics or culturally well rounded. I think a good bit about a lot of things but I rarely have mind blowing epiffanies and most of the time when I do I keep them to myself. I have opinions on a lot of things but at times they are not very well thought out and more often than not reactionary. My friends are wonderfully talented and intelligent and at times I feel like I am out of my league. Therefore, when it recently came out that I have a blog I very reluctantly held out on turning over the keys to the depths of my nonsense. In a series of emails it has finally come out and now I am very insecurely thinking of how poor my grammar and spelling are. I am thinking about how this blog is more a place for me to babble and ramble endlessly about nothing. I am thinking about the grief the boys are going to give me when they start digging through the inner workings of this dribble I call a blog. There is something strange about being a private person when you are publishing on the WWW. It's cool with me that nine times out of ten I don't know who is reading this thing. It's even cooler that the people I do know that are reading this don't care that I rant and rave and post stupid shit like bible verses acted out by legos. It's not that I don't respect these people all equally but I am just not prepared for criticism or praise from people that are way smarter than me.

Welcome to my world Dr. and Lord of Locust! And yes, I know, I can't spell and I should have used a semicolon.