Can anyone explain to me why people get all excited about having the first comment? I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone comment here “Oh, wow, look at me, I’m first!” and thank goodness for that, because I think it would drive me into a frothing raving mess hurtling lego bricks at people while searching for a blunt object that could cause trauma to my computer’s monitor.

What’s the importance of being the first commenter on a post, on a blog? Does the blog owner have to give you sexual favors? Do you get bragging rights?

And let me tell you how absolutely silly it is when you see that three or four people all commented at the same time and they’re all saying “Oh, look at me, I’m first!” and they are, in fact, second, third, and fourth, and someone with a legitimate comment about the post is actually first. God I love it when that happens.

Anyway, so, when I see a comment thread that has begun with someone being super proud of being first, I usually figure out what number comment I’ll be and shoot back with a “Wow, look at me, I’m two-hundred and seventy-third! YAY!”

I’ll be honest - after receiving this film through Netflix, I was hesitant to watch it. Was it all just a bunch of puke garbage designed to scare people? Is it accurate about what will happen to our planet if we don’t get serious about the environment? Most frightening, for me: if it is accurate, do I possess the will power to act on it?

So, after leaving it on top of my DVD player for a week, I finally decided to watch it.

As soon as I figure out how I feel about it, I’ll let you know. I’ll also tell you that the first thing I did when I turned off the television was to find out how many feet above sea level Timonium is. The answer: 460 feet. So let the polar caps melt, I’ll be okay!

Broadsheet e-mailed me this article with a note, “Granted - profiling a 70 year old bachelor as the poster boy for change is a bit much - but you could be him by 30.”

By “you could be him” I assume she means fabulously wealthy.