When you say, "Dude, I'm sorry, what?"

So I was riding with my friend Randy. Randy is a great guy. Nicest guy ever and a magician and magic collector. To protect his anonymity we'll from here on out call him (no not "not Randy") Randy F.. (The first period is for his abbreviated last name and the second one is to end the sentence, right?) He says Dude a lot and he's a really great guy. Dude.

So he doesn't live around here anymore he lives in "Not Boston." I call it "Not Boston" because he doesn't live in Boston. He lives near there. Thus he doesn't live near here. So, what is my point? oh yes: I don't see him very often. Dude let's get together.

We were doing carry out dinner for everyone and he and I were riding in his rental car. We were headed for Thai food. See I told you they don't live around here so they don't get good Thai food. We're in the car and I mention (what else? I mean I am obsessed, seriously I am) my blog. I mean I blather on about it here all the time and this is a tiny reflection of my real world so you can imagine how annoying it is to be around me when I get onto bloggin blah blah. Tammy has been knows to cover my mouth with her hand in a subtle hint that I've sucked the life out of every one at the table rambling on and on about this mostly pointless blog. Dude. So how could I not mention it? I don't even remember the context in which I was speaking. I mean I can twist anything around and get to my blog, it's a super power I have. Oh you want to talk about hot pretzels in New York city? Well I posted about the salt that they use in ball parks around the country to make those pretzels taste so... blah blah blog. You get the idea. There is like a shot clock in my head that counts down from 30 and every 30 seconds either someone on my blog my blog or someone I blogged about will come out of my mouth. Fun at meetings. So he stops me. (As I'm sure you realize that most people do.)

He stops me. Oh wait. I missed a major point. The one point that will make my "moment" make sense to you. Dude I forgot to set this up right.

Randy invented one of the most commonly used HTML editors out there. One of the very first WYSIWYG editors for html that was every created. When I was working for the company I was working for at the time bought it he became part of that company. Invented people. The guy. He's the guy. He was a major player in the internet. Maybe even more major than Al Gore. (Christ on a cracker now people are gonna google for Al Gore and some other weird word like ButtMunch and get this page. Man will that be funny or what? I hate when that happens. Dude)

Major player. I mean MAJOR player people. Industry wide. He's the Dude of the internet.

So I say blog and he stops me.

He stops me dead in my tracks with, "Dude... I gotta ask you... What is a blog?"

I was speechless. It's very rare but there it was.

I was all, "I'm sorry, what?"

I explained. I gave the executive summary of blogs and how the technology and tools work. I gave the example of how I used his very tool to write my own first blog. I didn't know it was blogging at the time but that's what I was doing. I explained how I use Blogger and how easy it is to create a blog and he should consider a blog. I would read it every day I'm sure!

Dude.