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Friday, July 29, 2005
For as much of my time as it's wasted, MySpace is remarkably educational. I've learned so much since joining MySpace. I've learned, for example, that there are way too many people out there with nothing to do. I've learned that Southern Single Mothers find me attractive. I've learned that while I've never listened to a full album by either The Used or My Chemical Romance I don't want to. That and I'm not exactly sure that they are two different bands... I've learned we have to assemble a task force of elite snipers to take out Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, and Britney Spears, because the number of teen girls who list them as "heroes" is frightening. Seriously, we have no better strong female role models than an amateur porn star, a drunken anorexic, and a pop-turned-trailer diva? I've learned that witty or ironic headlines have reached their saturation point and thinking "Insert witty or ironic headline" is either of those things is just cliche. I've learned that editing the HTML should be a privelege and not a right. And I've learned that nothing pisses me off more than those little streaming videos, and how somehow they can play over my iTunes. That's about it.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
I went to the wedding of a co-worker last night, interestingly enough exactly 1 year before my wedding (JULY 22, 2006 - DO NOT FORGET OR I WILL EAT YOUR SPLEEN WITH LIMA BEANS AND A NICE CABERNET). It was so much fun; it was just a day to be happy. There was no reason to be sad. I didn't know barely anyone there, with the exception of Alli and my few other co-workers who were invited, but I still had an awesome time. I mean really, how many truly happy days are there - days just devoted to happiness and, dare I say, mirth? I had such a good time that I'm really really looking forward to my own wedding (DO NOT FORGET, YOU BASTARDS) and I hope everyone else can anticipate it that way too. Not because it's a special day for me, but because it's another chance to get together as friends and just be happy. Alli and I are trying to plan this so everyone will have a great time and enjoy themselves wholly. All in all, my wedding is now 364 days away. I'm excited. Hope you are too, because it's going to be a good time. I just know it.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Karl Rove is Bush's senior political advisor. He leaked the name of a CIA deep-cover operative, as well as the name of a CIA front corporation. It basically invalidated a decade plus of connections and networks. If you watch Alias, you know how this works. If you don't know what I'm talking about read here, but read carefully. The mainstream media won't cover it. Or they'll slant it to make it seem like it's no big deal. Hopefully this will be the nail in the coffin of the neocons. Here's hoping freedom finds its way back to American government.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
couple random thoughts blipping across my brainpan: I hate hate hate people who pronounce it "volumptuous" with an "M" in there. It just sounds retarded. Sydney Bristow is like, the worst secret agent ever. Seriously, her cover gets blown every mission she goes on. They should kill her off and just have a show called "Jack Bristow: Ultimate Ass-Kicking Secret Agent." I finally got the point of Clerks today. I wasn't even watching the damn thing. For years I've been laughing at all the dick and fart jokes, but missed one of the major themes. "Shit or get off the pot." Do something, or stop complaining. Take action. Take command over your life, stop bitching about it. Going to Vegas this weekend. I'm rolling it welfare style, with a ton of PB&Js, Cup O'Noodles, and Granola Bars. I'm even bringing a hotpot. That's because my budget for the whole trip is $200. Let's see how far I can make that shit stretch. Hopefully this time, we WON'T get robbed by hookers.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Twenty-three years ago, the most important person since Jesus was born. Well, that may be stretching it a bit, she's certainly effected my life powerfully: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLI!I love you!
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
How the hell do I wind up wasting so much time on (as Joe calls it) GaySpace? Seriously, it's not as though I'm DOING anything, but strangely enough I waste ungodly amounts of time looking at my friends, my friends' friends, and their friends... and then the comments of my friends' friends' friends... God help me if the page has more pictures because I'm going to spend time looking at all the ones that have comments... I swear, I thought I was a more productive person than this. I'm not angry at me, just... disappointed. Now go to my room.
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