Anxiety-Inducing Observations

I finally took the time to look over the many options presented to me by this fine blogging website, such as: the font, font size, adding pictures/videos, links, etc... I feel a teeny-tiny-bit overwhelmed by all of the possibilities (they really are limitless). I feel I could make this small-time, low-budget (a.k.a. no budget) blog something really special that people from all the corners of the globe (which if you take the time to think about that phrase, "all the corners of the globe," it makes absolutely no sense at all... globes are spherical, hence no corners) would fight to get to computers just so they could read (although, if fights really did start due to my blogging abilities, I would feel sad... and guilty). Alas, the nearly infinite amount of possibilites that can be a bit anxiety-inducing. I guess the blogging saying is true, not the one saying "blogging is a completely ridiculous waste of time," but rather the older one (from the year 273 BC... of course I am approximating) saying "blogging is not for the faint of heart." I am not retiring from blogging, oh the contrary, but I will probably never again think of the awesomeness that could be this blog if I were to utilize the many cool features at my fingertips. Maybe someday I will scrape-up enough courage to try-out one of the do-hickeys, but until that day comes I will continue to blog in a very plain way. Like they say, "modest is hottest (although, I am not entirely positive that they were referring to blogging when they said that)."

In other news, my dad and I watched Iron Man (or the Iron Man as my mom says... I guess you would have had to be there for that to really be funny to you at all) tonight. We watched all the way through the credits to watch that Avenger-teaser-clip-thinga-ma-bobber, after which my dad asked me how many people stayed in the theater to watch that 20 second scene after enduring around 10 minutes of rolling credits. The question struck me as odd, because I seem to stay through most end credits nowadays just in the off-chance that that particular movie has an end scene. However, I then realized I just don't really have a life, so what is an extra 10 minutes sitting in a nearly empty theater just in case there is an end scene to me? My nerdiness/dorkiness/geekiness has reached a new low. In fact, my previous low was when I was probably around 5 or 6 and was at Superstar Video and I began to cry because of all the "scary" pictures on the movies covers. I'm sure there are some other lows in between that one and my current revelation, but i have either blocked them out of my memory (due to the trama caused by the experiences) or they just weren't "all-time-new-lows." In any case, I now feel obligated to walk out of my next movie screening during the end credits in an attempt to regain any manliness/coolness that I may have lost while watching the credits roll down the screen. Hopefully this realization will help me further down this road called "life."