Wednesday, March 23, 2005

On a Roll!

Oh yeah, while I'm losing more friends, I thought it a good idea to expound on this whole blog thing. Since when did "Web Log" become "Place where I write about my feelings all the time so people will pity/extole/praise/hate me?"

In an effort to lose more friends here is some social commentary from your currently reigning champion of Asshole . . . me.

You keep doing what you're doing, your stories are at least interesting, if a bit trite.
Less whining, more substance. Tell us something interesting you learned in school, or about how many beer bongs you dealt with last week, that is interesting.
Your stories are too long, so I don't read them, but your posts about what you are doing are pretty interesting. Keep up the stellar work.
You hate me cause I'm a nasty drunk wierdo, you are saved from commentary.
What the hell are you doing writing about your feelings, you *were* doing a good job, now you suck.
More academia talk, less feelings talk. When you want to talk to someone, call them on the phone, which seems like you've been doing, so good job on that.
The day you actually have any content (feelings or otherwise) in your "Write about my feelings all the time so people will pity/extole/praise/hate me place," I will die, almost as much as when I found out you had a job. Until you actually have something to write, save a keyboard and don't even type.
Good job running away from this crap.
Zane (Mike B.)
You have an incredible blog, I enjoy hearing what you do every so often. You have a good idea about what this is all about.
I swear, you were doing a good job at this blog thing, with your entry about Toronto and the dirty ears and what not. Then you had to go and ruin it by trying to tell a story . . . Good job on the story, bad job on the readily apparent oozing of emotion. Then again, I could be wrong.

So the moral of the story is: Less feelings, more rock. Kind of like pop music. Also, if you want to hear what I have to say about your feelings in public, the way you all keep posting about your feelings in public . . . keep on doing it. I will get my licks in and I will be an asshole! Or . . . if you prefer, do the adult thing and talk to people, phone, im, email, US fucking Postal Service, I don't care, there are better ways to communicate your feelings than by posting on a billboard right off of 94 saying you are sad today (not as bad as posting your feelings in a WEB LOG)

So as they say in the great book:
So long [feelings] and thanks for all the fish!

In other words, feelings stink.

Assholishly yours,