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So here I am about the descend into the depths of what I consider to be true blogging: sitting at the computer with absolutely nothing of value to say but with too much caffeine in my system and 3 more hours till dawn. So here I am, the newest child of the age. A real life blogger -- all technology and no content.

So...

What do you people talk about...

um...

I made a new joke tonight...something about that Jews don't use sporks because we consider them shatnez. um...

I don't much like the keyboard on this new computer. Does that count as being socially relevant? I...uh...my kids didn't pick the scissors up when they were done with them. I hate when that happens...kids today. Um. So...who here's from out of town?

Ok, well. This didn't work out the way I'd envisioned it. Somehow, all you bloggers have important things to say on a daily basis. Your lives are filled with exciting and timely experiences which beg to be made public so that the rest of us can feel wretched about ourselves while bask in the dim reflection of your whateverthehell it is that you have. Herpes, maybe.

My life includes such daily highs as "reading the email" and "telling the kids to hurry up" and even "driving to work."

I did read the seventh Harry Potter book this week (finally). It was good, I guess. I can't wait to see what happens next.

I'm gonna go camp out at the bookstore and wait for the next book. Maybe I can have some wacky misadventures, set up a webcam or do something else unique to become the next dancing baby or street magician whose web buzz and word of modem makes him a cultural icon for 15 seconds.

Wake me up when I'm famous.