Trying Something Different
It's 3:30AM on a Friday night/Saturday morning. Shouldn't I be in bed? Or maybe I should be out on the town getting loaded and having sex with young and impressionable girls. I should, but I'm not. I'm sitting at home wishing that I had enough patience to sit thru and episode of Wonder Showzen. It's a pretty ridiculously funny show, but there's something not right about laughing when you're tired. I don't know what it is. Maybe if I ever figure it out I'll learn something about the universe. Or maybe not.
So, I decided to title this blog "Trying Something Different" for two reasons. One, this is my first non-MySpace blog. I realized some time ago that MySpace was pretty lame. Then again, blogging is pretty lame. Hell, just using the term "blog" is lame. Anyone who writes or reads a blog is lame. I'm doubly so, because I do both. Where was I? Oh yeah. Two, I had planned on saying something nice about the President.
Are you ready? Here goes.
George W. Bush can really let the bad times roll right off his back like nothing ever happened. New Orleans was utterly destroyed and thousands of poor black people died while he did nothing. Do you really think that low polls numbers are going to bother him? I think you could murder his wife, cut off her arms and use them to rape his daughters and he'd probably just go with the flow. He's that smooth. He's like James Bond on smoothness steroids, if that makes any sense. The only thing that flusters him is answering questions.
Of course, I think it's really unfair that we ask him so many questions. I mean, you go to school for 16 years and you think you'd be done having to answer questions. You shouldn't have to take pop quizes when you're in your fifties. How would you feel if some random moron came up to you and started asking you questions about your job? Wouldn't you just want to shoot somebody? Well, now you know how the President feels. Stop with all the questions.
Secretly I'm hoping that people will actually read this thing, but I have a feeling that after a year I will have approximately zero hits. Why? No one cares about what I have to say. I'm not a celebrity. Of course, the whole goal of any blogger is to one day have your blog read on the Situation Room. I know that my panties get wet just thinking about it.
In fact, they are wet right now. Gotta go.
So, I decided to title this blog "Trying Something Different" for two reasons. One, this is my first non-MySpace blog. I realized some time ago that MySpace was pretty lame. Then again, blogging is pretty lame. Hell, just using the term "blog" is lame. Anyone who writes or reads a blog is lame. I'm doubly so, because I do both. Where was I? Oh yeah. Two, I had planned on saying something nice about the President.
Are you ready? Here goes.
George W. Bush can really let the bad times roll right off his back like nothing ever happened. New Orleans was utterly destroyed and thousands of poor black people died while he did nothing. Do you really think that low polls numbers are going to bother him? I think you could murder his wife, cut off her arms and use them to rape his daughters and he'd probably just go with the flow. He's that smooth. He's like James Bond on smoothness steroids, if that makes any sense. The only thing that flusters him is answering questions.
Of course, I think it's really unfair that we ask him so many questions. I mean, you go to school for 16 years and you think you'd be done having to answer questions. You shouldn't have to take pop quizes when you're in your fifties. How would you feel if some random moron came up to you and started asking you questions about your job? Wouldn't you just want to shoot somebody? Well, now you know how the President feels. Stop with all the questions.
Secretly I'm hoping that people will actually read this thing, but I have a feeling that after a year I will have approximately zero hits. Why? No one cares about what I have to say. I'm not a celebrity. Of course, the whole goal of any blogger is to one day have your blog read on the Situation Room. I know that my panties get wet just thinking about it.
In fact, they are wet right now. Gotta go.
posted by Jym Is Cool at 3:28 AM
1 Comments:
Well, it wasn't the Situation Room (unless I start calling my living room "the situation room", which isn't a bad idea now that I think about it), but I can say that at least ONE person has read your blog. And the other good news is that it also means that you're not the only doubly-lame person out there.
Who knew????
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