Why Blogs, Master Bruce?

Here it is, my premiere post on my new blog.  After tossing around crafty blog titles like "Live Free or Blog Hard," "Like A Blog Chasing Cars," and "16 + 8... We're in the Blogosphere," I settled on a solid Batman Begins reference.  I hope my future readers make the connection!

Before I kick this site off, let me just take a moment (for myself, as well as you) to figure out why I'm doing this.  As Michael Caine would ask, "Why blogs, Master Bruce?"  I don't think I've had a blog since Xanga folded ("The Whiner's Log," I call it).  For a while, I was ashamed of ranting or raving or spilling emotions willy-nilly everywhere on the net for people to read.  I didn't really want people to think I was emotional or whiny... or boring...  But the more I dwell on that, the more natural -- and healthy, I think -- it is to have a spot where you can drop the stand-up and kinda be yourself.  And if that means serious, severe, dry, boring, pitiful, whatever, then so be it.  But that said, I *am* an entertainer and if I'm not doing it on purpose, I'll be doing it on accident anyway.  So you have my promise that I'll devote myself to keeping my dialect amusing at best, intriguing at worst.  Capice?

Right, so that's what this blog is/will be about.

Now, a legit consideration I had today:

While glancing news stories on Internet Movie Database, I discovered that Michael Cera (innocent boy-charm actor from Juno, Year One, etc.) is roughly one year younger than me.  That's odd in that I've spent years uncovering the shocking truth that Anne Hathaway, Shia LeBeouf, the Olsen Twins, etc., were older than me.  Kids MY AGE, acting in DISNEY SHOWS and 'TWEEN MOVIES?  Gag!

As I tried to fathom what it'd be like to be one year younger AND hotly-famous, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.  Twenty-two years (this year), and what have I got to show for it?  Certainly not an extensive and successful career in show business and numerous contracts still sorting out.

I'm not regretting my life, so much as regretting that at each fork in the path, you can only choose one direction, and that in order to discover what you've chosen, you have to walk down it to the next intersection.

Feels like some other intersection I could've gotten to might've been more beneficial, huh?  Feels like one might see me engaged to the sweetest little thing on the planet.  Feels like one might see me driving a really hot car.  Feels like one might have me doing a tent-pole comedy with Jack Black.    

(Feels like one could have had me get my legs cut off and eaten by a mass murderer, too, but that's kind of ruining my point)

Not to be a big whiner, but being 21 years old and entrenched in Hollywood with the world's most powerful entertainers would have been a really, really helpful place for someone like me to end up today.  Go figure, I'm a zillion miles away in a poor cow-grazing town that's still transitioning from Dial-up internet.  

We wouldn't want to make getting into the industry *too* easy, though, would we?

Welcome to my blog.