Rhetorical

I'm not sure anything I have to say is worth this blog existing. None of us are really this important. I know some of us hope to be, but we're not, really. I can't concentrate on any one subject long enough to give this blog some validity by way of a consistent theme. It used to be fairly political, before my shit-head friends beat that out of me because they "got tired" of my "incessant liberal rants." Whatever. Fuck them. I also tried writing about music, and predictably ended up with a few posts that sat comfortably within the boundaries of the "Suburban 20-something bitching about pop music he doesn't like" category, which is about as interesting as watching dog shit dry. I think I tried to write a concert review at some point back there, and yeah, it's as awful as you'd expect. My point here is I'm a terrible writer, but I feel compelled to do it anyway. Is it social pressure? The Internet has this awful way of equalizing everyone, so suddenly everyone becomes your peer, whether you like it or not, whether or not they would have anything to do with you in the physical world, regardless of skin color, teeth color, shirt color, or BO problem. So if all of them are writing boring, insipid nonsense about their lives for the world to see and judge, why shouldn't I? Maybe I'll have something interesting to say one day.

~ I watched some of Bill Maher's Religulous two nights ago. Almost made it to the 40-minute mark before turning that crap off. If I wanted to watch Maher be a sarcastic dick and pick fights with people I'd watch his show. Instead I watched Howl, which was better than expected.

See? Why am I writing this? I don't really believe you care what I think of Bill Maher's phenomenal Douchebaggery, but I write it anyway. Maybe it's net vanity that's drawing me in. I keep doing this hoping I will get better at it and then more people will read it and then I will matter. Is that really so much to ask? That you find joy in my cynicism, run-on sentences, and poor grammar?

You're such an asshole.