My First Time

The ever inquisitive Rory has asked us about our first time. Our first time doing what, you ask? Well, to give us focus, he said that his question is about our early days as a writer online, or a gamer online.

He wants to know:

When did you first get an internet connection? Was it dial-up or broadband? When was your first ever blog or forum?

I got my first personal computer in 1982. It was the original IBM PC, with a blazingly fast 4.77 MHz chip and two 5 1/4” floppy disks (i.e., no hard drive), and with a Princeton Graphics monochrome monitor. Shortly after I got it, I added a 10 MB hard card, figuring that would suffice for the rest of my life. My next addition was a Hayes 300 baud dial-up “Smartmodem.”

My initial connectivity experience was with so-called bulletin boards that, if I recall correctly, I accessed through CompuServe. It was all text-based and rudimentary. Eventually I upgraded to a faster computer with a larger hard drive and a 1200 baud dial-up modem. Woo hoo.

At some point I discovered Prodigy, the first of the early-generation dial-up services to offer full access to the World Wide Web and to offer a graphical user interface. Then America Online (AOL) began giving away floppy disks and soon, with its email, instant messaging, and chat rooms, it displaced Prodigy as the internet access point of choice. It, too, was primarily dial-up.

It wasn’t until the early 2000s when broadband internet connections supplanted dial-up and most cable companies became internet service providers (ISPs).

But I don’t think Rory’s question was about the history of my personal computing. I started my first blog in 2005. It was on Blogger. I had no idea what to blog about and a friend of mine suggested writing about what interested me and what I cared about. So on October 10, 2005, I published my first post, which was about the Boston Red Sox. So was my second post. And here was my third post, which was published on October 12, 2005:

If a tree falls…

…in the forest and there is nobody around to hear it, does it make a sound?

I’m new to this blogging thing. My initial impression of blogging is that it’s an egocentric exercise and that all who blog have this self-centered belief that they have something worthwhile, interesting, and noteworthy to say and can do so in an articulate, intelligent, and entertaining manner. Even more amazing is that they seem to think that others, besides themselves, will have some desire to read what, based upon a small sampling of blogs I have read, appear to me to be idle…and often boring…personal ramblings.

Nonetheless, being a sort of techno-junky, I thought I’d give it a shot. Even BusinessWeek devoted considerable space in a recent issue to the blogging phenomenon and how blogs are changing the whole nature of the internet. I don’t want to be left behind if everyone else is busy blogging. So here I am, feeding my very own ego.

Of course, I have no expectation that anyone, other than me and my ego, will ever read anything I post to my blog. And I really don’t care.

Well, that’s not entirely true. I must care a little. You see, I gave my blog URL to that friend of mine. Other than my wife, he’s the only person, besides me, who knows about my blog.

My first two posts on my brand new, experimental blog were related to something that was recently, as a loyal member of Red Sox Nation, at the forefront of my consciousness. They were frustrated musings about the Red Sox feeble post-season effort in the American League Divisional Series against the Chicago White Sox.

Anyway, after I gave my friend my blog URL, he said he’d go check it out when he had a chance. The fact is that this friend is not a sports fan. In fact, I think he has almost no interest in baseball. Perhaps, in hindsight, he was not the best choice to be the first person with whom I shared my blog address, given the subject matter of the postings.

With this in mind, coupled with my stated expectation that no one (besides me) will be interested in reading what I have to say in my blog, I was surprised that I was actually disappointed that the one person who does know about my blog had no reaction to it. In fact, several days have passed since he said he would read it, yet I’ve heard not a word from him about the blog.

I am now more convinced than before that, with a few notable exceptions, most blogs matter only to the blogger and serve no purpose other than to feed the blogger’s ego. And yet, here I am, about to publish my third post on my new, experimental blog.

So I have to ask this: If a post is published on a blog site and nobody reads it, does it matter?

The First Time

The first time I saw her face, it was like I was watching a brilliant sun setting into the Pacific Ocean. I finally mustered up the courage to make my move, and when we were together for the first time, it was as if she gave me a gift of the moon and the stars.

The first time we kissed, I swear, as trite as it sounds, I felt the Earth move. And the first time she lay with me, I felt her heart so close to mine, and I knew she completed me. I understood that my life and my world would be full of joy because of her.Sex dollIt’s truly amazing how lifelike these mid-21st century Japanese sex robots have become.


0C829617-07E5-480B-A0C7-5138B6CE57EAWritten for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge from Jim Adams. The theme is romance and how people experience that first love. Well, that’s how I interpreted it, anyway.

Fandango’s Provocative Question #8

FPQEach week I will pose what I think is a provocative question. By provocative, I don’t mean a question that will cause annoyance or anger. Nor do I mean a question intended to arouse sexual desire or interest.

What I do mean is a question that is likely to get you to think, to be creative, and to provoke a response. Hopefully a positive response.

This week’s provocative question occurred to me when my wife began talking about the two of us doing something in 2019 that neither of us had ever done before. I’m curious if this is something any of you have asked yourselves recently. So the question is:

“When was the last time you did something for the very first time? What was it that you did?”

If you choose to participate, write a post with your response to the question. Once you are done, tag your post with #FPQ and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And most important, have fun.

FFfAW — Pull

B8F45964-7C00-42C2-8335-79A305E063D0“Omigod, Hank. You couldn’t hit the floor if you fell out of bed,” Jimmy said, trying to control his laughter.

“Pull!” yelled a determined Hank. As the clay pigeon became airborne, Hank pumped the shotgun, took aim, and fired. Once again, he missed the target. “Dammit,” he said.

“With aim like that,” Jimmy said, “I pity your wife when she has to clean the floor around your toilet.”

“Hey, cut the dude some slack, Jimmy,” Mike said. “This is his first time going skeet shooting.”

“Yeah, Jimmy,” Hank said. “How many targets did you hit your first time?”

“Every damn one, Hank,” Jimmy answered.

“That’s a load of bullshit, Jimmy,” Hank replied.

“Oh yeah? Watch this.” Jimmy yelled, “Pull!” and as the clay pigeon catapulted across the sky, he pumped the shotgun, tracked the disc, and fired. The target broke into tiny pieces.

Hank was enraged. He turned toward Jimmy, raised the shotgun, aimed it at him, and said, “Who’s the clay pigeon now, asshole?” as he pumped the barrel. “Pull!”

(171 words)


Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Yinglan.