So, I’m not entirely sure where I fit in here at Sod. I know this sounds stupid, seeing as there are, at the moment, only two of us here. I guess a better way to phrase it would be to say that I don’t know exactly who I want to be here. I don’t know what my niche should be. I haven’t the slightest idea if I should working on a catch phrase or filling out the parameters of a brand new persona.

I could come out just be me, but that’s boring and smacks of laziness.

I could be the self-confident, witty and sarcastic guy, but it appears that Erik has that covered.

After that, I’m just plain out of ideas. Years of watching TV have rotted my brain to a fine, grayish mush, and I don’t have the wonderful gift of TiVo to recapture those lost ideas. Instead, I’m left incapable of thinking of additional alternate personas.

In other words, I’m screwed.

I had the same problem when I was in college working for the student radio station. I always wanted a kickass DJ name, like Cooter or Mad Dog or Skeeter or Mad Dog or The Mad Doctor or Mad Dog. You know, something that sounded cool and fit my voice and style just right.

I was a DJ for four years and never came up with anything I liked. My last name was unpronounceable and really had to be explained to be understood, so that was out of the question. I didn’t have a single style or a very distinct voice, so, I was Nate. How $%^&#@ boring is that?

It’s not that I’m not actually creative. I’m just not good with names and I’m not good at honing myself into a defined niche. I’m alternately humorous, morose, pissed-off, jubilant or even-keel. All of these are filtered through a layer of sarcasm and my own skewed take on the world around me.

So, I guess that’s just what I’ll have to do here. Be Nate. You’ll all just have to learn to deal with the sheer wonderful profundity and colossal simplicity that encompasses me.

Oh yeah, and I have a soft spot for poop jokes.