It's a start

I came upon Blogger.com by following a blurb in Peter Townshend's Myspace profile. Someone claiming to be him wrote in response to me on Myspace. I am pursuing the truth now. Is it the 'real' Pete, or some whacko wannabe? I hope to find out. I've been a Who fanatic for the better part of my life. Making contact with Pete would be a major life-bonus. Regardless of whether I actually do connect with Pete, I am happy to have found his most recent writings here. The man has more than his fair share of talent and I'm happy to see him using it in some capacity. I'd like to hear more music from him but if this is what he is about these days, then so be it. I'll tune in, or log on.

And thus I joined another internet social club. I don't know how I can keep up with all this blogging stuff. I spend way too much time on Myspace.com as it is. I neglect my son, my email, the phone and actually getting out and doing something fun or useful, to sit here on my numbing bum. It maybe a great creative outlet, but I question how many people grow large and lazy while wasting their lives away in hopes of connecting with a stranger? And here I am. I wish I had something better to talk about at this minute but all I can think about is my bladder. (Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now) Maybe I'll come up with something more profound when I change seats.

Back now. (Heavy sigh) Is there any better feeling? No earth-shaking thoughts came to mind, so I'll bid you adieu.