So I blog.

I'm a writer. I write screenplays, sit coms, emails and now I decided to blog. I have no idea of the world of blogging. I have no idea who reads these things. I'm just proud of myself for actually doing anything remotely technical or modern. Everyone I know has an Iphone, MySpace, zipdrive, can edit music and films on their computer… I got an ipod because it was free with my laptop and now I don't know how to get certain songs off.

Every time I buy an electronic product, I find out later on, that it could do at least 14 things I never knew. I consider myself pretty savvy that I can take a photo with my cell phone. But I have no idea how to send it anywhere or save it anywhere. And now I don't want to because my screensaver (or is it wallpaper) was my cat and she died. Before that it was my other cat and she died too. I now have some sort of vista from New Mexico as the wall-saver-screen-paper. I hope I don't cause that state to be destroyed.

So I blog.

I understand the basics. You write some thoughts. That I can do. What happens to them is beyond me. Modernization is beyond me. How is it I know so little about what's out there and yet already know I want whatever is next? What's happened to me?

I can't blame it on age. My friend got his iPhone at 54. Another person I know got a sex change at 61. I know that was an odd transitions but it is very interesting. I can now say, "I know someone whose life began at 61."

I'm having a hard enough time following the things God made in the first seven days, like the world, animals and people. I don't know when I'll have time to understand the world of the web. Computers are supposed to be time saving devices and yet everyone I know, spends all their time on the computer. Plus, now I wish I had time to learn all the things I can do on it.

If you're reading this, that amazes me. If you reply and I learn how to reply to that, that will positively stun me.

Today I am proud.

I learned to blog.

Peace and be happy.