Welcome to my blah-blah-blah-g.

This is my first post. I never thought about having a blah-blah-blah-g but my friend, Cheri (blog this mom) guilted me into doing this. She did this on purpose. She never asked me to do this, she never told me to do this, but she still did it on purpose. She knows that she's responsible for this. Cheri's been blogging for a couple of years now, talking about her blog (for a couple of years now), writing emails about her blog (for a couple of years now), making a big deal about her blog (for a couple of years now), talking about comments to her blog (for a couple of years now), gushing about her friends' blogs (for a couple of years now with me feeling notably absent from this crowd), laughing about comments to her friend's blogs (for a couple of years now): you know, blah-blah-blah-g.

It is time to join the party. Time to feel the rush of the creative endorphines flowing through my brain. Time to show off my writing "chops" and dazzle readers with catchy prose. Time to be clever. Note the title of my blog, "Prolix Frolicks." Note my signature "Last Place Finisher" (the idea being that "nice guys finish last"). Sitting back and mulling this over, it disturbs me to admit that neither of these items are either clever or funny.

So there you have it, I have barely started and already feel like a blogging failure. The Kinks' tune "Destroyer" is playing in my head ("I'm really not as cool as I'd like to be"). I just don't have anything to write about. I'm not the pseudointellectual metrosexual who can wax eloquently about the difficulty in finding authentic Lithuanian food in San Diego or how global warming is killing my Chia Pet. I don't have the faculties to write a good political or socially introspective rant a la Dennis Miller or Dennis Leary (maybe it's because my name isn't Dennis).

I'm just a wannabe - pretending that I have something interesting to say. Blah-blah-blah-ging away.

But at least now I can post links to Cheri's blog.