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Alright, I admit it.

My so-called blog has laid fallow for months, a blank tablet awaiting its first inscription, for a pathetically cliché reason: I’ve been struggling with what the hell to write.

I’m not really the self-important type, so anything about me is automatically out. I’m only ever funny by accident; any intentional attempt at humour usually results in a blank stare or a restraining order. And since I’m not exactly the smartest guy on the planet — I figure fourth or fifth, tops — I don’t expect I’ll be dropping a life-changing manifesto or weaving my way to a Pulitzer Prize just yet.

No, my reasons for finally popping my blogging cherry are sadly pedestrian: I can’t get this stupid geeky WordPress plug-in to work without having something posted first. So, here I sit.

I realize that five years from today, when I’m a troubled Hollywood heartthrob or the FBI is finally closing in on my whereabouts, the good folks putting together my draft obituary for CNN will be wondering where things went so terribly wrong. What happened to this man whose future once shone so brightly? What led him so far afield? What power of evil corrupted his soul?

Well, Messrs. Cooper & Blitzer, I humbly submit a theory on my premature demise.

You see, there’s a moment, there’s always a moment. “I can do this, I can give into this, or I can resist it.” This is my moment, and I choose to give in: it’s time to join the ranks of the blogosphere.

So, whatever I did, please remember that it wasn’t my fault — really! The Internet made me do it.