This is the dawning of the age of aquarius...

My good friend Kevin frequently tells me that I need my own podcast. But I am relatively clueless as to how to engineer making my own podcast. So I decided to take the more common route, and create my own blog.

It really is about time. I mean just about every single junior high school student knows how to write about their tormented life (you know things like...their romance troubles, how their parents suck, how much they love High School Musical, how they snuck beer from their older brother...whatever) on their livejournal accounts! Well by golly, it was about time the world heard from me! This is a democracy after all, and I want my VOICE TO BE HEARD! And the internet is the new way making your voice be heard afterall (even if it is being drowned out by a trillion other blogging voices).

What will this lead to? Fame beyond compare due to my terrific writing capabilities, my unusual wit, and my ability to sum up the significance of film, music, and literature in our culture? Will I be able to tackle political issues and cover the next presidential race with such intelligence and insight that my blog will be watched closer than the Fox News Network in Middle America? Or will I help define the new medium of communication for generations to come by breaking the mold of blogging and be mentioned in future Wikipedia articles about bloggers?

This is all possible, very much so...I will not deny this. I will probably reign supreme. But then again, how can we possibly know this yet? This is after all only my first blog. The possibilities do remain endless, and what can I say...I am a dreamer at heart.

But what I am really doing this for is because I am told blogging is sexy. It's the new way to win over new lovers hearts. It's kind of like what being a rock n' roll star was in past generations. One cannot turn down the appeal of a chick who can write a blog analyzing David Hasselhoff's video for "Hooked on a Feeling" (please watch that) with her 75 wpm typing hand. That has sex appeal written all over it. Yep, and my main motivation for everything...as we all may know already...is sex.

And speaking of sex, I am lonely. And nothing cures a lonely heart more than a fantastic scene from a pop-novel turned film sensation whose opening credits feature a power ballad by Celine Dion. No sarcasms here folks. The scene is linked in the title above and...right here just in case you hate looking for things. This may be ridiculous, but I love this film. I love the books. And I love drunkenly singing along to music all alone. I love drunkenly singing along to music anywhere with anyone in fact. If you haven't seen Bridget Jones Diary, I say go treat yourself and rent it. Better yet if you haven't read it, go to your library and do your brain some good and get to reading. Should you rent the second film? The choice is yours, I will say it is not as good as the first, but its still a pleasure if you are a fan. Also, I heard there will be a third book. From a little bird. And that my friends is good news, and a reason to start a Bridget Jones revolution. Plus, Colin Firth makes me purr.

And what can I say? The woman is my neurotic comrade and someone I would want to call a drinking buddy. Too bad she's fictional, although it wouldn't be the first fictional friend I have had. And to all of this I say, Cheers!