It's 10:51 at night. I'm sitting at my desk and there's a keyboard resting under my hands. I have just lost my virginity. My blog viriginty. At first it was always too unpopular. Too little people were doing it. I would surely become some sort of hysterical minority that types amaturical words (see what I mean) onto a virtual page that no one would eventually read. Yet blogging became too popular. I mean, I for one could not move in the direction that everyone else is moving at. I must move upstream, flow North like the Nile, and tell everyone else that blogging is for those who 'conform'. But here we are. I sat here, and I say sat, because by the time you're reading this it is no longer 10:...56 pm and it is no longer July (maybe). Instead, you're reading this at time whenever for whatever reason. I suppose that is the beauty of a blogg, of a story or an illustration. All of these capture time. All were at one point were being molded by their creator. And yet, for the rest of eternity, they sit still, a window unto the past. But enough with that. Let me stand atop and say I'm no longer a virgin.