A Blog is Born

This is sort of a bittersweet entry. This is not my first attempt at a blog. I actually converted a website that I had worked on for well over 12 years into a blog, but it just didn't really help me out as much as I had hoped. Frankly, it kinda sucked all the passion that I had for the subject (entertainment awards...yes, how gay, right?), but I found myself wanting to have an outlet where I can do more time of day and day in the life of stuff. So, today, I put the old blog and website to bed, and right now, I am posting my very first real blog entry on something that isn't MySpace.

My inspiration is a blog out of London, called London Preppy. I can only hope I can be as good as he is in describing the hopes, fears, and overall jadedness of my existence (without the woeful self-image problems and substance abuse). He and I have a lot in common, which is to say we're both relatively attractive in the gay world (though he is drop dead gorgeous), but we're both too shy and jaded to really know what to do with it. I'd rather sit at home and watch TV. So, for the most part, I have this reputation as being cold, distant, and sarcastic...even arrogant. Yes, I am probably all of those things, but what I really am is just intensely shy...unless I'm surrounded by my friends. It's a tough row to hoe, but hey, I'm 32. I don't think it's really going to change that much...especially as I approach gay social mortality!

You're probably wondering where the title of this blog came from, and it is pretty simple. I went with some friends to Chicago Pride this year, and while I was up there, I met up with some MySpace friends, whom I had never met offline. Shocker....MySpace actually functioned as what it was intended, social networking.:) Anyway, the people I met (all great people) were BMOCs. You know the ones, fun, gregarious, hot, everyone appears to love them, yadda yadda yadda. Anyway, they took me to some parties, and in the course of chit chatting with party goers, I found myself saying more than once, "I may be from Indiana, but I'm not an idiot." See, Chicago, like most big cities exists in it's own little world. Outside of it, people think you're slack jawed yokels who have no clue how to pronounce Dolce & Gabbana, let alone be able to participate in their big city talk. Plus, people from Indiana just sort of have this reputation of being trailer park dwelling idiots, who get blown away by tornadoes. While I'll be the first to say that there is certainly that element to the venerable Hoosiers, it is just rather galling to me to be lumped in with them because I consider myself very educated with the ways of the world. That being said...I'm sure I'd be the same way if I lived in Chicago. :)

Anyway, I need to ride my bike still tonight. I've been trying to get back on the wagon of the whole workout thing. For most of this year, I've just been annoyed with the whole process of lifting weights, and I've allowed things like weather to make me decide I don't want to go. So, now I'm trying to dig out of the hole I've created for myself. It's working. Heck, I might even skip tonight because I've been to the gym or ridden my bike everyday since Saturday. Yep, I'm gonna skip...see, wasn't that easy? :) I'll actually just double up tomorrow and lift (shoulders and back) and ride.

I'm not proud to say I'm looking forward to the premier of Big Brother 8 tonight. Yes, it is trash TV, but it is my guiltiest of guilty pleasures. Plus, there are always hot guys running around shirtless...that folks, is good TV. Until Lost, Battlestar Galactica, Grey's Anatomy, etc. come back from their summer break, I have to fill my time somehow.

Well, that is my first post. Not too bad...I can tend to be verbose. So, I need to make sure I reign that in, but I am happy with this. I have a couple posts on my MySpace page that I will bring over here. They're about religion and politics, and I want to make sure they have a place. I actually think they are quite good.