The first thing someone, anyone, might think of writing about on a blog site would be the obvious recounting of the day one just had. This is trite and mind numbingly boring, make no bones about it, stupid. See there is no solution there. Personally, all day long subjects pass through my mind, I think of cute little one liners, toss around the idea and usually chalk it up to a pointless venture. After all, who reads this shit anyway? Nevertheless, the following are a few things that were considered and deemed unrealistic to complete one blog on their own:
David T. Lindsey is a semi-nobody journalist for a local, free publication that dedicates itself to publishing very opinionated content about music, art, movies and any other things that said magazine feels should be covered. Mr. Lindsey is a exception writer and seemingly very intelligent. The problem is that most of my friends and, based on the monthly letters section in the magazine, most of the readers consider him some right-wing bigot. Personally, I really don’t care either way, but people just don’t buy “music/movie journalism” from a man that seems to write like his dream would be to front a Rage Against the Machine esq. band comprised entirely of Rush Limbaugh clones. It seems to me, that if people want politics, they would pick up News Week but trying to sneak in you own political opinion into a movie review is underhanded and boring.
This next one, is actually just for me. Unless you are the party in question, please disregard this.
Chad, some of us (very few mind you) are affiliated with the band it’s elephant’s. Now that you have googled your name and found this, I want to take a second to tell you that it’s elephant’s as a band thinks that you seem like a pretty nice guy and write very well. We apologize for standing so close to you in public, we will give it a break.
At some point today, I considered talking shit about people who call themselves friends, but turn out to be fair weather faces in a crowd that only call when they need something. Then I decided that in doing such, I would be guilty of talking shit about some personal relationship on a blog site; which is decidedly Mickey Mouse baby garbage. So, never mind.
What I actually decided to write about was the unbelievably terrible weather that those of us who are cursed enough to call the south home, live with every day. For those of you, and by those I mean the people in my imagination who read this, that do not live around here; imagine what it would feel like if a desert and a jungle would meet a few miles closer to the sun than we currently reside. That is what it is like from the months of March to November here. Breathing is an exercise that seems impossible at times.
Then I thought, who wants to read about the weather? If people want that, they can watch the weather channel. Trying to sneak your weather opinions into your blog post about how hard it is to come up with topics for a blog post is underhanded and boring.
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