Oh, how the mighty have fallen...

I was the last person who ever expected to start a blog.

Seriously.

I was working in newsrooms in Chicago and Green Bay as the Internet was first rising to power and have to admit I was a bit resentful of the early ones. They could choose hit or miss topics and no one would hold them accountable or they would grab hold to one tiny piece of inside info and parade around for the next week and a half (or longer) about just how right they were.

In theory, a small, agile press is a great idea.
In theory, communism works, too.

After stepping away from the business, blogs really took off. All of a sudden every jackass with a keyboard and a DSL line could post pictures of their new babies, puppies and bowel movements for all the world to enjoy.
There is one in particular run by an acquaintance of mine that is best described as HTML-encoded hate because I lose it every time I happen across a posting.

I think blogs are great places to advance and defend ideas, theories and possible MLB trades, but when it's an open-ended dumping ground for every stupid little thing you do, it drives me bonkers.
In a nutshell, there is no real problem with intermittent posts about the ins and outs of one's life, but when that's the main focus I see red (and I'm colorblind, so that takes a lot).

Now...

Keeping all of this in mind, I know that I'm possibly one of the most self-centered human beings on the planet. While we are all concerned with self-preservation, self-improvement and keeping our cable bills current, I'm worse than most. There's an old tip when you're on a first date to just keep conversation focused on the other person, as they are their own favorite subject and I am the person that rule was made for.

As of right now I'm not even sure when or how I'll ever release the web address to this thing, but we'll see. For now, it's enough just to get started and to finally cave to the pressures of a blog-centric world.

Admitting you have a problem is the first step.