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Here I am, my second blog entry. What I have to say, I am not sure, I have so much to say but nothing to talk about. I watched I Am Legend the other day; in spite of video-game type CGI, the film was pretty decent. I cannot say it was memorable, as far as an apocalyptic film goes, it rose just above mediocre. Children of Men is far more entertaining, deep, and plot driven. If one were to spend two hours, the latter would be better time spent, especially considering the production quality. Speaking of the apocalypse, the presidential race is heating up quickly. Apparently, Mike Huckabee has something to offer as a presidential candidate. I did not know the GOP is so interested in perpetuating the Bush foreign policy that they are willing to support a pseudo-clone of the current commander-in-chief our nation so dearly admires. Ron Paul receives little-to-no attention from the media compared to other candidates but he has the money and grass roots attention (including a priva

I was informed by a writer friend of mine that if I wanted to be of any consequence to this crazy world then I need a blog. I always figured blogs were for people who believe that they have more important things to say then they truly do. After about 22 minutes of intense deliberation and about five ounces of Laphroaig scotch, an epiphanal cord struck my consciousness causing me to recognize that blogging was for me. With all sincerity (probably from the high-class buzz), I hope this will be my worst blog, as it is my first. To warn any readers who subject themselves to this periodical oeuvre I must say, expect on occasion incongruous tense, grammatical misdeed, and contrived word manifested in times of creativity and languor for which I give no apologies.