Freddy's was a bust

I was not expecting to really shop for electronics at Freddy's today. That was a lie. However I did try to post new update to my blog using Blogger's email function.  I had not set this up on my desktop at home, so was trying to do it all from the BlackBerry.  Didn't work out.
But, I think I have it set up correctly now.  Wait for another test later.

I expect I will get advice on blogging, if anyone reads it.  That's okay.  I hope you won't be hurt if I ignore your advice.  For now, this is a work in progress and will likely be terribly painful for future me to read.  That is, hoping that my blogging continues and improves.

The one thing that will happen for sure is....change.  For instance. When I first tapped into Twitter, I started following @wilw (Wil Wheaton).  Partly based on a recommendation from someone, but also since I enjoyed ST:TNG.  Well, at first I was swept up by the frequency, the fun, and nerd content of his posts.  Then came NHL Hockey season.  Man, @wilw is passionate about his LA Kings.  Not that I don't like passion, or hockey.  I played hockey as a young man growing up in Minnesota.  But it just seemed like we went from the funny, humorous, geeky @wilw to "Evil Wil" in a split second.  It was like being in a party when your friend starts spewing venomous hate about his ex-girlfriend.  It may be justified.  But I still start drifting toward the nearest exit.  The party isn't fun anymore.  I started souring on following @wilw.  Not just for his postings on the LA Kings, but for some nasty comments on Cold Play.  I listen to a lot of Cold Play in part because it reminds me of my son, who really likes their music.  I don't worship them, but I don't mind having some of their songs on my playlist either.  I just remember when @wilw mentioned something like, "then they had the nerve to be playing Cold Play, fuck that!" or something that felt like that.  I would rather not share my opinions in a negative way, or at least not be specific about it.  I mean, saying that he got on the elevator and there was some insipid, over-played pop song that he had to listen to for 23 floors is how I would put it.  Or try.
Well, I got over that.  Hey, even @wilw is entitled to an opinion.  And what a boring world this would be if everyone just agreed with me, or did things the same way I try to.  Later, after seeing @wilw at Emerald City ComiCon 2011, I decided that there really was a heck of a lot of good in the @wilw fella.  And if he sometimes spews stuff I disagree with, I might just spew back. Or leave it alone and back out of the room.  But I will still follow him on Twitter, just the same.