You asked, I answered

It would be nice to think the reason I'm writing a blog is because I have a lot to say, and a lot of people eager to hear it. But we all know better.

It is an odd sequence of events that lead to this blog, however, so here's the short version of the story.

I live in Minneapolis and at times enjoy reading Craig's List. Well, at least I did. You find great nuggets in the "rants and raves" section, but you have to sift through too much crap. Since I have family and friends in Milwaukee and visit there occasionally, I decided to check out its version of the Craig's List rants and raves. It paled in comparison.

One day there was a link to a blog, written by my good friend Dinesh. We've never met, but I'll call him my good friend anyway. It was a link to his blog about freedom of speech and the right to refer to Milwaukee as Stinktown. I think you can read it here: Click this, genius!

I liked the blog entry and started reading his fresh, new and exciting content. I don't think I'm the only random person who found Dinesh this way, because I'm not responsible for all the anonymous comments he has received. I like to heckle him a bit, but there are a few comments that have been rather harsh. Those weren't mine.

I started the trend of naming him things like D Test, D Brief and D Cup, but a few of those references originated with others. I don't think I was the first person to start linking themed photos and web pages to my "signature," but I liked the idea and have done so a few times. Sometimes I make random comments simply to let him know somebody is reading. Sometimes I ask random questions simply because I recall something he has written before and am curious about his opinion on the topic.

I refer to several people as "Chachi." It's a term of endearment, like buddy or pal. At least that's my explanation. Somehow Dinesh tied that comment to something I had written previously, and suggested I should have a name that ties my comments together. Given that I referred to him as Chachi, Fonzie seemed like an appropriate handle.

When I ranted on one of Dinesh's comment pages recently someone suggested I should have my own blog. I liked the idea, so here I am.

I'm not using my name, at least for now, and that's because there's an outside chance I could get myself in trouble by doing so. I'm rather careful if I have to be, but this way I can live dangerously. I'll spare you the boring biographical details. Anyone who reads this blog periodically will learn a few things about me. I'm a single white male, in my 30s and I live in Minneapolis, that's enough for now. I probably will write shorter blogs than Dinesh, but perhaps I'll get on a roll some night like he does. As Chris Robinson once sang, "You never know, you never know, you never know."

Those are the rules I'm playing by. If you don't like them, sit on it.

I'm going to go watch the second half of the 1999 Jeopardy! teen tournament finals (I'm not kidding) and call it a night.