It would be nice to get some sort of web referrer statistics for blog owners, so we can tell how random visitors get here. It's strange to think that your various brain-droppings can be read by folks who've never even met you.
Maybe I'm thinking of my blog the wrong way, if there is such a possibility. It seems the intent is to cast your thoughts and comments into the aether with complete anonymity (or as much as is desired).
I'm not really prepared to lavish angst and deeply personal matters anonymously, to an equally anonymous community of indifferent ranters. I'll stick with attempting to amuse my friends and my esteemed random visitors.
I don't really have angst anyway.
Monday, May 23
Sunday, May 22
This post occurs in real time
Man, I loves me some scripted television. I watched a couple seasons of reality shows, but for me it's gotten to the point that it's just the same "watch people be complete asses to each other while they starve/live together/run a business" theme over and over again. I've never found that terribly compelling, so I usually watch shows that take some actual craft to produce, that harness the awesome stallion of drama in a way reality shows cannot.
Here's what I watched this fine television season, along with haiku synopses:
I may not be cultured enough to read literary classics as my primary form of entertainment/enlightenment, but as long as I can express my love for television through mangled poetry, I can live with that.
Here's what I watched this fine television season, along with haiku synopses:
24:
Oh no, terrorists
Hourly cliffhangers drop jaws
Jack Bauer yells; YES!
House:
That guy's really sick
Someone risks the patient's life!
House pops pills and limps
The Shield:
Gritty and brutal
The cops can be bad guys, too
Michael Chiklis rules
Lost:
Plane crash strands forty
Island life and backstories
Something eats people
Arrested Development:
Best comedy on
Bluth family sure is weird
This almost got canned?
Grey's Anatomy:
Unprepared interns
Start careers in medicine
Nicely bittersweet
I may not be cultured enough to read literary classics as my primary form of entertainment/enlightenment, but as long as I can express my love for television through mangled poetry, I can live with that.
One last comment about smell
On the matter of the smell of old books versus new books, I am undecided. There are few aromas as loaded with possibility and nostalgia as the smell of printed words.
Update: Okay, so I'm not undecided. Old books smell better. It's the whole treasure thing again.
Update: Okay, so I'm not undecided. Old books smell better. It's the whole treasure thing again.
Wednesday, May 18
If you put it that way...
Now that I think about it, posting about how old men smell probably shouldn't have garnered any comment-love.
I think I weirded out my two readers.
I think I weirded out my two readers.
Friday, May 13
The nuanced aroma of old man
I've found that there's an interesting dichotomy in the way men use cologne and how it relates to their age. Young men wear cologne that tends to resemble radioactive air freshener, as confirmed by the large sample space of said hominids at Illinois. Most of these, of course, were unwillingly sampled due to the sheer offensive quality of Frat Boy Funk.
Older men smell like treasure you find in the attic. I don't know if there's some sort of catalog you get after you turn 50 or if they hand the stuff out or what. I'll be darned if I didn't walk into the bathroom at work this week and (expecting the usual bathroom odors--that's a topic for another day) think that I was going to come across some sweet trunk full of wicked awesome old photos and clothes and stuff. I thought to myself, "there was an old guy in here not too long ago."
As for me, I'll stick with my deodorant, thank you very much.
Please note: this apparently does not apply to women, who smell good all the time.
Older men smell like treasure you find in the attic. I don't know if there's some sort of catalog you get after you turn 50 or if they hand the stuff out or what. I'll be darned if I didn't walk into the bathroom at work this week and (expecting the usual bathroom odors--that's a topic for another day) think that I was going to come across some sweet trunk full of wicked awesome old photos and clothes and stuff. I thought to myself, "there was an old guy in here not too long ago."
As for me, I'll stick with my deodorant, thank you very much.
Please note: this apparently does not apply to women, who smell good all the time.
Tuesday, April 26
Serenity
I'll be in my bunk.
Goosebumps.
As many of you know, I am a dedicated consumer of pretty much anything Joss Whedon does. This fact makes me a rather unabashed fan of both Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel, which, in due course, leads to much defamation of my character.
I done got slandered.
In 2002, his show Firefly debuted on FOX and, as is FOX custom with most programs displaying uniqueness and potential for greatness, was mishandled and cancelled within 4 months. I, being a stupid-face of massive proportions, didn't even watch it when it was on TV. I have since purchased the entire series on DVD (all 14 episodes of it) and realized the extent of my stupid-facedness. It's fantastic, if a bit incomplete (they couldn't even finish a single season arc). This trailer is for the movie. The movie, man!
"A space western?" you say, "that'll never work."
It works. It works like the dickens.
Watch the trailer. Be goosebumped.
Goosebumps.
As many of you know, I am a dedicated consumer of pretty much anything Joss Whedon does. This fact makes me a rather unabashed fan of both Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel, which, in due course, leads to much defamation of my character.
I done got slandered.
In 2002, his show Firefly debuted on FOX and, as is FOX custom with most programs displaying uniqueness and potential for greatness, was mishandled and cancelled within 4 months. I, being a stupid-face of massive proportions, didn't even watch it when it was on TV. I have since purchased the entire series on DVD (all 14 episodes of it) and realized the extent of my stupid-facedness. It's fantastic, if a bit incomplete (they couldn't even finish a single season arc). This trailer is for the movie. The movie, man!
"A space western?" you say, "that'll never work."
It works. It works like the dickens.
Watch the trailer. Be goosebumped.
Saturday, April 23
Theory of Blogativity
I have a theory about blogs. My unqualified conjecture is as follows: the consumability and entertainment value of a weblog is inversely related to the blogger's daily stress.
I've decided the reason I have nothing to post about is because I have nothing to post about: no stress = boring blog.
Then again, Pete's blog is consistently amusing, captivating, and honest (plus swears!), and he can lay claim to perhaps the least amount of stress of anyone I know.
I guess we'll see whether my blog gets better when I move into the house next month.
find out what happens when blogs stop being boring and start getting awesome
I've decided the reason I have nothing to post about is because I have nothing to post about: no stress = boring blog.
Then again, Pete's blog is consistently amusing, captivating, and honest (plus swears!), and he can lay claim to perhaps the least amount of stress of anyone I know.
I guess we'll see whether my blog gets better when I move into the house next month.
find out what happens when blogs stop being boring and start getting awesome
Friday, April 15
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