MyApprehension

Current mood: apprehensive

I'm going to dispense with the pleasentries here and just dive right in. I'm a little... how shall I say? ... Apprehensive. This MySpace thing. I don't really understand it. I've been told by many that there's nothing to understand. And I'm willing to accept that.

Except that some guy named Tom seems to have over a hundred million friends or something. So it needs to be explained to me. Or else I'm going to keep scratching my head. And while that may be an amusing thought for you, consider this: that's like a third of the population of the U.S. Yeah.

Actually, I'm not here to talk about MySpace. It just seems kind of... I don't know... on-the-nose. No, actually I'm here to write my first blog post. I've attempted blogs elsewhere but things kept getting in the way. At least with this, my email beckons my presence as it informs me of unread comments and messages sent by my "Internet friends."

Yes, that's what "I'm" calling the "seven" of "you" currently listed on my "profile." I'll quit with the quote marks when I run out of euphemisms.

Ok, getting off track. So the big news today: Meg and I are getting a dog. It's a miniature dachshund called Jack. It's pretty cool. I've never had a real pet before. (Birds don't count.) The nice thing about Jack is that he's free. Meg's sister is looking to unload him. And give us his crates. And his food. And neuter him. All of which cost money that we won't have to spend. This is good.

We've got about a month to prepare. We'll make a little road trip up to Gainesville somewhere around mid-October to pick him up. Not that you care.

Nor should you.

With that, I'll wrap things up here. I'm still a little... apprehensive. Not about the dog, you dope. About this whole "MySpace thing." My question for you, as you've taken precious time to read this drivel, is can you tell me the meaning of all of this? And why does Tom have over a hundred million "friends?"

And if you tell me it's because he's your default first friend when you sign up for an account, I'm going to spit at you. Try and be a little more creative.

Okay and what's this nonsense down here asking me to divulge my current state of affairs: whether I'm reading or listening to music... what kind of mood I'm in? Mind your own business.

But if you must know, I'm listening to the refrigerator hum and feeling... apprehensive. I also happen to have Raul Malo playing on my iTunes in the background.

Anyway, that's your word for the day. Apprehensive. I dare you to use it in a conversation today. Five bucks if you get somebody else to use it too.

Okay, enough nonsense for one night.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Night all.