The other night my brother left the house, saying he was going for "a walk."
Five hours later, the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, it said Winchester Hospital, which is some seven miles from my house.
I snatched up the phone.
"Hey Pat... I'm lost."
"Are you ok?"
"Are you ok"
"You called from a fucking hospital"
"oh right. my bad. could you google for directions?"
I pride myself in being nuts, but sometimes given the company I keep it's hard for me to shine in that area.
As a follow-up to the previous tale, one of the ladies I was out with apologized for the evening. Not the one who had something to apologize for, mind.
At the suggestion of Miz B, who has posted three more youtube videos so WATCH, I've been watching Green Wing, and once again I'm impressed by a British sitcom.
Apparently a website called DeeperRight wants me to let them add my link. Not quite sure how they came by that desire, as I make frequent mention that the most vociferous among them are insufferable twats. Either they're mistaken or they want to send trolls my way. I did notice that one of their members was someone I'd gotten into arguments with before. Back when the Democrats were considering filibuster as a means of forestalling the appointment of a prospective Supreme Court Justice who had no fucking qualifications, he called them hypocrites because they opposed such use of filibuster by Republicans during the Clinton years. I confronted him with the fact that their current opposition to the use of filibuster makes the GOP just as hypocritical, and he accused me of turning a blind eye to hypocrisy
Because apparently it's some leap to say that it's damned near impossible to be successful in politics without being a fucking hypocrite.
Oh right. I've been tagged by Cooper for that "blogging advice" meme. Seeing as her blogging advice was to ignore blogging advice, I have to suspect her motives in tagging me and only me of course.
as far as style goes, it's all I can say that I just don't fucking get some of the newer templates. I would shy away from the ones that organize information as if one were putting it in a closet. Double sidebars on one side, bottom bars containing that which would fill two whole sidebars... unholy combinations of the two... It's all shit. Oddly enough the bottom bars are used by the people who shout "content is king," even though it restricts the amount of content one can put on the front page. Baffling. Apart from that, they're ugly as hell. The only aesthetically competent use of them belongs to achewood, the site design of which invites me to ignore them entirely rather than cringe in pain at them.
This is the bit that Cooper would say to ignore =P
Though anyone who styles themselves as an expert in blogging is suspect if not easily dismissable.
As for content, all I have to say is that the best way to keep your blog interesting is to go out and have weird things happen to you. I believe the blogodrome's resident Zenformation Professional will agree to this. Also observe weird things, or go and do weird things and observe people's reactions. Talk to the people you meet on the subway who seem to be rambing at an invisible person slightly to your left. Debate the streetcorner preachers and the lobotomized cultists trying to raise support for Lyndon fucking Larouche. Shout at the Scientologists. Do all of this, and document your results. (was it awesome? y/n) Failing all of that, find things on the Internet that you disagree vehemently or extraordinarily with (there is in fact a distinction).
My actual writing methods are the product of a severely strange mind and therefore cannot be recommended to anyone. They are fueled by insomnia and caffeine, and any number of other variables that I'll not discuss in writing.
Though I will say that it's always fun to use crass language alongside intellectual language, as it will confound the weak-minded of all stripes. I reject entirely that use of profanity be viewed as a failure of vocabulary. Given, there are those who use it excessively in place of vocabulary, but it's easy to separate the loudmouth teenagers from the Penn Jilettes. That's right, just about every English teacher I've had. Fuck you. You're WRONG.
Why does Penn Jilette immediately come to mind? I've been watching a lot of Penn and Teller on Youtube; both their magic act and Bullshit. Those guys are fucking brilliant, and if they were running for President and VP I'd vote their way in a second. And not because of their act. But could you imagine the inaugural address?