I'm extremely fucking bored with everything, and as a result I think it's giving me writer's block. I keep getting ideas of things to write, but then as soon as I begin try to put them down on here the idea escapes me.
Maybe I'll just bitch about things. You never lack something to say when you're pissed off. So let's see. What to bitch about?
- I was recently invited to join a website by a reader of my sports blog. The site is called ArmchairGM. I've only been posting there for about a week now, and all of my articles have been promoted to the "front page." Well a problem I do have with the site is the fact that they rank the writers based on votes of the readers. Now to add to that they've started this new format in which different members will debate certain pre determined topics. Members not involved will then vote on the debaters arguments. Last I checked a writers job was to share thoughts, opinions and views of themselves and others, and present them to people. It is not a writer's job to compete with other writers for the adulation of the masses. But apparently the site thinks that intentionally starting flame wars will help the site. Trust me, I have seen this Dog and Pony show before, and it's not going to end nicely. So imagine my surprise this morning when I go to the site and see that I have been offered up as a competitor in a debate over which countries sports are better, America or England. I assume I'm on the American side. Now fewer things in this world piss me off more than when somebody volunteers me for something. Like when I was an early teen and my mother would come home all the time telling me that on Friday night I was going to go baby sit one of her friends children, not taking into account the fact that I generally already had plans for Friday night. (Not to mention a twin sister who was far more qualified to babysit young children than me.) Shit like that drives me insane. So I responded rather politely, especially considering my normal route in going about these matters, that I want absolutely no part of this idea and that I think it's an idiotic idea at best. I didn't even bother to mention the fact that the majority of the members of the site are Americans, and not Brits, therefore making this argument completely useless. All I have to do is fart into a microphone and I'll get the majority of the votes because I'm the American. Hell I am winning the argument as of now, AND IM NOT EVEN ARGUING THE GOD DAMN SUBJECT. I may continue to post my columns over there just for the simple fact that they have over 600 members and I'll take all the people reading my writing that I can get.
- No offense to the a lot of my readers here, cuz I know a lot of you do exactly what I'm about to bitch about, but here we go. Why does everybody and their fucking uncle who plays poker feel the need to start a poker blog? I used to have one but quickly ditched it after the realization that I don't even want to read about my day playing poker, let alone anybody else wanting to. You wanna write a blog and occasionally talk about your time playing poker that's one thing. To think anybody gives a fuck about what you did in the fourth hand of a tournament in which you eventually went out in 105th place is another god damn thing in and of itself. Hell I'm still absolutely baffled as to why anybody feels the need to come here and read my blog. I only started this thing as somewhat of a journal, and it's evolved into more yes, but really what do I have to offer any of you?
- Why is it in this country that we feel the need to make stars and celebrities of our stupidest people? Why do we feel the need to listen to them? Paris fucking Hilton now has a cd. Gee now not only do we get to see her get really drunk and have sex with a guy on film, and hear about how she's rich, and get to see her and her idiot friend Nicole Richie act like complete jackasses on television in the Simple Life, but now I have to hear this completely talentless whore whine along to the music? Music, especially pop, is such bullshit these days anyway. I'll tell you right now that I do not have a good singing voice what so ever, but I could put out a hit album thanks to the magic of production these days. They could make me sound like Luciano Pavarotti if they wanted to. Whatever happened to the days when people were recognized and celebrated for their accomplishments and ideas and not just for being born rich and with a pretty face? Not to mention give her a strap on and a male head on her shoulders and you have nothing more than someone resembling Iggy Pop.
- Why in the hell is my ankle bothering me!? For the past week my right ankle has been extremely sore, especially after I stay off it for a while. What in the hell did I do to it? I haven't played basketball or anything lately, and I haven't gotten so piss drunk that I possibly hurt it one night and don't remember. For instance one night about 8 years ago I was at a hotel party with Leemer, Bobby, and a whole crew of people. We used to do these things all the time cuz we were underage and lived with our parents so we needed somewhere to party. So we'd go to the Mayflower Motel, Leemer would get a room, and then we'd get a bunch of beer and booze and party it up for a night. So at one such party I was escorting my girlfriend at the time, Stephanie, and Kim out the door. I was saying goodbye to Stephanie with my hand still in the doorway, I was extremely drunk. (Eight shots of Jack Daniels and Jose Cuervo will do that to a guy.) Leemer in his infinite wisdom decided that the hotel room door being left open was letting too much cold air in. So he slammed the door with my hand in it. According to Stephanie I didn't even flinch, and went on saying goodbye before giving her a kiss good night. So the next morning I wake up on the hotel room floor with two Tostito eyes and a salsa mustache on my face wondering why in the hell is my left hand bruised, swollen and hurting like hell. But I haven't done any drinking like that lately. So what the hell is going on? I mean it seriously hurts, and I'd like to know why.
That's all I have to bitch about at the moment. Apparently I had more to say than I thought. I'd apologize for bitching but nobody made any of you fucking read it.
Keepin It Real Since 1980,
Tom
1 comment:
You're a goof.
I like reading your blog. So there.
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