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.