[Warning: This post gets a little risqué - turn back now if you're scared of open references to the human reproductive cycle]

I just took a walk to pick up some Thai food. I would have driven, but I've been drinking, and had absolutely no intention of heading out behind the wheel after indulging in the demon water.

Speaking of the demon water, my glass is empty. Hold on for a second.

[elevator music]

OK. That's better.

So, as I was saying, I went out for a walk because I didn't want to drive under the influence. Blogging under the influence, however, is entirely different. You have a delete key for your mistakes, so it's not too big of a deal if your fingers are swerving all over the keyboard.

Anyway, aside from getting a touch of the old frostbite while I was out, I did a lot of thinking about my .NET Rocks interview, and I realized something: Interviews in the vein of .NET Rocks and its ilk are very much like sex.

I don't like it when people compare things to sex, as I think it's done far too often, but just go along with me for a minute.

They're like sex in the sense that the first time you do one, you don't do it right. You fumble around in the dark trying to find zippers and buttons, knocking over lamps, and saying all the wrong things. Your movements aren't natural. You're overwhelmed and confused.

But, after the first time, it gets better (this part's just a theory).

[Mom: Stop reading here if you know what's good for you]

I mean, I'm like a frikkin' pro when it comes to sex now. It's like the god damn sexolympics when I'm in the sack. Forget Sting and all that mumbity-jumbo about tantric methods and seven hour sessions. I can pack all that excitement into a nice and compact 3 minute experience.

Hopefully, there will be more opportunities in the future for interviews. I want to give it another shot and see how it works out. I want to see if my theories are right.

For now, though, I feel pretty fortunate that my interview virginity was taken by the capable folks at .NET Rocks. It was a great experience, and it's given me a lot to reflect on.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm quite officially drunk now.