The parallel you

This is my first post.  This is my first weblog.  It is not much of a weblog yet.  You probably are not even reading this.  Heck, I may not even be writing this.  It's early at Microsoft. All I have to drink is a can of bubbly water.  Lets hope some seeps into my personality.

I suppose that's the problem with blogs, if there has to be one.  A billion voices (pieces of correspondence actually) sent out into the void.  If no one is listening does it even count?  Is it like that tree falling in the forest?  I wonder if the tiny magnetic bits on disk that get flipped to encode this post count as observations.  I wonder if there is a wave collapsing right now, maybe initiated by the sudden choice to write the rest of this drivel.  Somewhere in a parallel universe, another copy of me gave up on the last paragraph.  If you were in that universe you'd be home by now.  Of course, there's probably a universe out there where I'm incredibly handsome and witty and that parallel you is hanging on my every word.  But I digress.

Of course, If you are reading this it is probably because I said something extremely potent, useful or witty sometime in the future so you had the sudden interest to wade through all the archives in search of another gem.  If that's the case, let me congradulate you on your good taste and overall conviction.  You are a bright and good natured person.  The kind of person I'd like to know.  Unless, of course, this is the wrong universe and you are the parallel you.