You know what's easy about writing a blog?  Nothing.  Nothing at all.  Everyone thinks that they have something witty and intelligent to say, some unique perspective on life that would forever alter and improve the lives of others if they only had some medium with which to dispense their wisdom.  Then, facing a blank blog box and the daunting expanse of keys staring you in the face you find that where humor and intellect once resided exists a howling void bereft of any thought but a single syllable, echoing eternally, "uhhhhhhhhhhh".  Remember that cute little rabbit in Monty Python's The Holy Grail?  The one that was fluffy and innocent and then promptly murders the hell out of a bunch of knights?  Yeah, blogging is like that; harmless from afar, and an insane, homicide fueled ball of rage and teeth up close.  Only my brain doesn't come equipped with a Holy Hand Grenade;  at least, when it comes to "public" writing, I was equipped with the mental equivalent to one of those squeaky, inflatable hammers.  Challenge accepted internet, now I'm upgrading my squeaky hammer to a lightsaber made of all the fucks I don't give.  Bring it.