The greatest contribution the internet has given society is that it gives everyone a voice. Because of the fast and cheap exchange of information and ideas, no longer do people languish in solitude; rather they can share information with kindred spirits and tight knit circles that wouldn’t otherwise exist. For instance, Indie kids no longer have to actually attend shows to know what music they must pretend to like. Instead, they can simply surf over to MySpace and select from an endless army of terrible musicians, always knowing that so long as the band doesn’t shell out the ten dollars to actually buy a domain name, the music will be counter culture enough for the hipster to retain their perceived badge of independence. Authors of Han Solo / Chewbacca slash fiction, who once stored their work shamefully in the dark corners of their hard drive praying that their parents would not one day discover their odd infatuations, have sprung forth to regale countless websites with their personal story of what Ron did in Harry’s Chamber of Secrets. Even the common lay person can stalk their favorite celebrity on a multitude of social networking sites by following the account that the celebrity’s PR agent set up. With an easy means for the exchange of information, the internet has brought all of humanity closer together.

However, the worst contribution the internet has given society is also that it has given everyone a voice. Suddenly, people think their opinion actually matters. Because of this new found relative closeness, it’s not uncommon for some incoherent lunatic to stand up on their soapbox in the crowd and begin foaming at the mouth. Even worse, when someone gives so much as a sideways glance at the rambling loon, the crazy sees it as vindication. As such, the emo livejournal user now believes their horrendous poetry is actually good. The wannabe political pundit actually believes that they have all the answers to fix Amurca. In truth, no one could care less about their opinions or works. Or worse yet, if someone does, they’re probably just as moronic as the original author/poet/idiot. The Internet has sprung forth a tsunami of self-absorbed blowhards who think the world would be a worse place, if not for their contributions to it.

And so, it is with this knowledge that I step onto my soapbox in the void. My website has been around, off and on, for the better part of a decade. Screaming into a crowd of people who couldn’t give two shits is an old hat for me.

But, I will make you a number of promises first.

To begin, I wholeheartedly realize that you nor anyone else really cares about what I have to say. This is fine by me. When I first made kelweaver.com, it wasn’t much more than a vehicle of entertainment for my friends and with this incarntation even that lowly standard is being abandoned. Instead, this site shall simply be my Fortress of Solitude - a place in which I store random thoughts and rants of mine, among other works. If my friends, or even you for that matter, take a passing interest in the things I put here, then all the better. I certainly don’t expect anyone to visit here frequently and I most certainly do not expect my few wanderers to actually care.

With that said, let it be known that I do hope to put up a steady stream of entertaining material. My plan is to try and put up something new at least three times a week. So, if you find yourself insanely bored at your place of employment, feel free to visit here and waste of a few minutes of your life.

This is not a blog. While this particular section of the site may contain all the typical characteristics of one of these so called “blogs” - such as consistent updates from myself, abilities to leave comments, etc. - any reference to it as such is strictly forbidden. Blog is one of those idiotic internet buzz words that just makes you cringe when it is uttered. Instead, if you must give this portion a name, this section of kelweaver.com shall be known as the blag.

I will not talk politics on here. The last version of kelweaver.com was filled with political musing and looking back on it, I found the articles a little stifling. Instead, my friend and I now have a collaborative political blag called Blagnet.net. If you so wish to delve into my political stances, various sources can be found there, though John does a much better job updating than I do.

Comments are extremely welcome. However, you must be signed up for an account to do so. Sorry, but this is just going to be policy here. If you want to comment, I want to know who you are.

Other than those few things, I certainly hope you enjoy your occasional visits to my site. But to be honest, there’s probably a number of more interesting blaggers out there for you to entertain yourself with.