“**Transmission 2″ by DJ Shadow plays in the background…

I can imagine first entries are always a memorable or nerve-racking experience, especially for the virginal. My first entry here is not that special. It marks nothing more than a secondary soirée into the action of entering little facts and details of the day onto a tiny scrap of electronic canvas that binds our digital networking world. It’s about as visible as a needle in a haystack, but just like needles have been found before in haystacks, you have found me.

My good buddy Chris and I used to share a journal/weblog in the past, almost exactly 3 years ago. No, we didn’t fall out. The journal fell out along with the domain. It was unprecedented. Had we anticipated it, believe that we would have been there ready with our electronic baseball mits to catch the sucker trying to pull a fast one. Recently, we started chatting about the good old days again and decided to give journalling another go. A serious go. Now it’s the 23rd day of the month and I’m still in the 23rd year of my life. Maybe it’s a sign. If October was the 23rd month, it would have been a given.

Back then in the day, Chris and I used to just call it “journalling” or the act of “dear diarying” (which if you say quickly, sounds like “dear diarrhea” — a potential name for a Doctor’s column or even a fetishist’s help page).

“We should start that up again. There are loads of blogging help sites and hosts now,” I told him. “Blogging” was a new term for him and I was really hoping he would not think it was a pastime so similar to “flogging” that they even rhymed.

“Blogging, what’s that?” he questioned, whilst his mind answered with this. After enlightening him, he was already signing up for an account. This boy had fire in his belly and possibly an above average concentration of midi-chlorians in his bloodstream. Wondering if fate would deal him a “Go directly to the Dark Side, do not pass GO, do not collect $200″ card, we set out on our own ways, hoping it will never reach a point where we’ll flame each other and shout at each other till we’re blue in the face or even manage two rival pop bands who will both see taking the Christmas #1 singles slot as a big “Screw you” to the other. Oh dear Lord, I hope it doesn’t come to that.