The mystery of mySpace

So the recent profile change (admittedly quite radical and self serving) has caused a bit of chatter. This is actually sort of what I planned becuase I'm secretly boggled by the success of mySpace. As far as the redesign is concerned, I initially thought "hey, it's time for a completely radical approach to my profile" and I wanted to do something really minimal because to tell you the truth, all that clutter annoys the shit out of me. So that's what I did. But immediately after I changed it, I realized that what I liked most about other people's profiles was being able to look at their pictures. Unfortunately, I was in no position to make any changes when I came to this realisation. This turns out to be a good thing because I got some feedback about what people love so much about mySpace. Turns out that comments are a big thing. Is this to say that people like to know what other people think about them/other people? I haven't the slightest clue.

New motivations

I was mySpace surfing during a break in my essay writing and came across a user that had a link to this (warning, PDF). So I took a break and read all 16 pages of it, not as long as I expected and realized that this manifesto frames a lot of the experiences/ideas/interactions that I have been having lately. It's almost freaky but definitely a call to action.

Sin

Welcome

Hey hey hey. New day, new blog. I've finally gotten around to wrangling with the general ugliness of my mySpace profile and if you're here, you're probably one of my mySpace friends. Either way, I have more pressing things to do so here I shall leave you.

Feel free to comment or whatever...go ahead, talk amongst yourselves.

I'm sorry...this is getting obsessive now

Alright, this is going to be quick and dirty.

There were two Jerry bangers on today. One episode with fighting trannies (fucking classic...and rare too); the other was a "Springer Weddings" episode (equally as rare but not necessarily as classic). Some dude came on ostensibly to marry his fiance but ended up telling her that he was also engaged to her friend and her roommate (yes, a triple engagement). Long story short, he gets beat up by the friend and the roommate (the original fiance was pregnant and couldn't join in on the fun) and ends up getting a killer wedgie from the friend (who looked like Porky Pig in the flesh). I love this shit...love it!!!!!

P.S. Just so you guys know, I'm not sitting at home all day waiting for Springer to come on, I record the episodes on my computer and watch them when I get home at night...yes, i have some sort of a life.

Reader lovin'

I finally realised that I have a reader. This is not to say that no one reads my blog (there actually seems to be quite a bit of traffic to it), but someone out there finally subscribed to it.

I love you Joni.

To the rest of you fuckers.....SUBSCRIBE!!!! (although I love you too; just not to the same degree)

Addendum (Feb 20, 2006): This, likke so many of the previous blogs, makes sense only in the context of mySpace (where these blogs were previously posted).

Why the hell does everyone like weed so much?

Is there something wrong when even the smell of pot makes you want to vomit?

Let me start by saying that during the month of February a few of my friends and I are not going to be drinking. We went to this party last Saturday though and most of the people there were smoking the ganja. I don't know what it was but I literally wanted to vomit when I smelled it. Take into account that I hadn't been drinking and certainly hadn't been smoking either.

It seems to me that when I left high school my compulsion to smoke weed stayed back at Tech. What I don't understand is why other people still like to do it. Personally, and this is going to sound like a PSA, I don't get off on feeling dopey. I need to know exactly what is going on around me at all times; even when I drink, I rarely black out and can usually recount the previous evening's events. I must admit though that when I do smoke, I usually take one BIG hit and then fall on my ass. This may have something to do with my general dislike of weed (I never ease into an introspective high full of feelings of euphoria but go from sober to passed out in 60 seconds). Couple this with the dry mouth, slight to intense degree of paranoia, inability to operate both my limbs and heavy machinery, and propensity to say "what???" and there isn't any reason to smoke. As a matter of fact, there is good reason not to.

Maybe all of you pot smokers out there can tell me why you like it.

More Springer love

I know that no one wants to hear this but this show fucking kills me. I love the fat women who insist on flashing the audience, the flying weaves, the trannys, the midgets, the rednecks, the people who come on stage and totally disregard the fact that there are any seats there, the girls who say "well Jeuree...", that bell, the way that the security guards move the chairs off the stage with a quickness, the flying weaves, the old ladies that still strip to make some money, the people that hope against hope that they are on the show to hear good news, the mothers who sleep with their daughter's men, the men who sleep with their daughter's boyfriends, the flying weaves, the prostitutes, the strippers, the audience members that want to start shit with the guests, and of course Jerry's final thought.

Til next time, take care of yourself...and each other.

Jerry Springer Show website

I love Jerry Springer!!!

Quote of the day:
"So how long have you been anti-hoe?"
-Jerry Springer

What a fucking guy...more to come. I haven't blogged in a while.