The Week’s Inane Ramblings for 2009-05-31

• I can’t tell you how glad I am that American Idol is over. That show is the visual and musical equivalent of a solid punch in the yambag. #

The Week’s Inane Ramblings for 2009-05-10

• What’s this “sun” I keep hearing about? #

The Week’s Inane Ramblings for 2009-05-03

• Do I go grocery shopping, run errands, and enjoy the weather, or inexcusbly drink myself back to sleep on the couch and wake up sweaty? #
• Ugh. iPhone keyboard + Sunday morning fog = spelling mistakes. I meant, *inexcusably*. But the sentiment remains true. #
• FUCK this swine flu bullshit. No doubt people are getting sick, but causing a fucking panic is the last thing this world needs right now. #
• “Could kill 71 million people worldwide and push the economy into a “major global recession” – THIS SHIT NEEDS TO STOP. #
• PS, Bloomberg.com: THE LAST TIME I CHECKED WE WERE IN A FUCKING WORLDWIDE RECESSION ALREADY. OR IS THAT OVER AND NO ONE TOLD ME? #
• Ok, sorry about that torrent of profanity. I’m just tired of hearing about this stuff. Back to your regularly scheduled ranting. #
• Swine flu rage, take 2: STOP MAKING PEOPLE FUCKING PANIC. Twitter, I really expected more from you. I guess that was my problem. #
• Dear people who use stars and other little shapes in Twitter names: it’s not cute. Stop that shit. Do you think it makes you special? #

The Week’s Inane Ramblings for 2009-04-26

• Cold, depressing rain. The week’s way of saying, “hey – fuck you”. #
• Fortune cookie: “You’re only as dumb as you think you are, moron.” #
• LOST: feel free to suck it, and do so with reckless abandon. Posturing a clip show as “new” is just a shitty thing to do to people. #
• I know I shouldn’t complain, as it was so nice today, but now the area behind my knees is sweaty. And this apt is just stuffy as all hell. #

The Week’s Inane Ramblings for 2009-04-19

• Hey Spring! Whaddya say you stop being such a little bitch and make with the sun and warmth? Maybe you didn’t get the memo: winter is OVER. #

The Week’s Inane Ramblings for 2009-04-12

• I am slowly becoming a failed product of my laziness. Clean laundry has become a near-otherworldly concept. #

The Week’s Inane Ramblings for 2009-04-05

• Monday: like that annoying ex-girlfriend who won’t just piss off and leave you alone already. #

The Week’s Inane Ramblings for 2009-03-29

• That headache from the other day? It called its buddy indigestion to come party. Ugh. What a bunch of assholes. #
• Dear Monday: I know we’ve had our differences, and I thought we’d sorted them out. Clearly we haven’t. Suck it. #
• Dear Monday: Ok, so it’s nice that you’re almost over. But we’re still not cool. Don’t go getting all comfy with yourself. I’m not pleased. #
• Dear Tuesday: Do us both a favor and don’t be like Monday. I don’t know what I was thinking getting involved with that asshole. #

Howdy.

Just a quick thought: lately people have been starting to follow me on Twitter (yay) which is nice, because I feel like my inane ramblings won’t flutter out into the void of the Internet and just die and turn to silicon dust without at least a few people having seen them. However, some of these people that are adding me are not exactly the kind of people I assumed would do so. And if I’m wrong about them, then man, that is O-to-the-motherfuckin’-K, and I apologize.

But I feel like some of it’s Twitter spam (does such a thing exist? I assume so), and I don’t want to block them, because I might be alienating someone who actually wanted to hear what I have to say (read: someone actually more mentally ill than I am myself, and someone to whom I am grateful) but I also could give two shits about what someone else thinks if the only reason they added me was so that they could have 12,137 followers instead of 12,136. You get me?

SO. If y’all would be so kind, do me a favor: if you find me on Twitter via this here blog, drop me a tiny note that says so, so I can welcome you properly and say thanks for the support! Much obliged. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to get back to a little show I like to call “excessive drinking on weeknights as a means of coping with the universe shitting on one’s soul”.

Smell ya later!

To Tweet Or Not To Tweet…

I’ve resisted the urge to use Twitter for a long time. A REALLY long time, especially in the tech world. I just didn’t see the point. My life is not that interesting, and no one really cares when I’ve just eaten a delicious sandwich or what I’m watching on TV. Then someone I know and like sent me a request to follow her. So I picked up an account over there, and decided to actually check it out.

For about 15 seconds. I finally decided at least I could cyber-squat my name, so no one else could snatch it if I did, at some point, decide I wanted to use the service. I went as far to install an app on my iPhone, and it was cool, but I couldn’t see myself using it at all, despite how amazingly awesome the rest of the world (read: podcasts I listen to about geek shit) said it was.

Then I remember Colleen saying something about having thoughts about starting it, being on the fence or something, and it was floating around my head for a few days…

Then I had an idea today on the way home from work. I was quietly lamenting the fact that I post here so infrequently these days, due to a litany of personal responsibilities, and audibly (at least to anyone sitting in my car, which happened to be no one, but could have been someone if we’re all believing in ghosts and crap like that, or my multiple personalities) bemoaning the fact that I have so many short, angry, funny thoughts throughout the day that never manifest themselves into much more than a sly chuckle, let alone a full-on blog post. And it hit me all at once, like a fat kid hits a Ben and Jerry’s stand on a hot summer day.

I could use Twitter to post all the little stupid crap that’s not really worth writing a whole post here about, and feel like I put it somewhere, so that MAYBE, if some of my readers, and I know there are few, wanted to follow my insane rantings on a more regular basis, they could. I feel absolutely honored when you guys say things like “we wish you’d post more often” or something like that, and this way, I could exorcise those tiny demons and give you something in the process. So I’m going to give it a whirl and I’m going to try some different things, possibly maybe hooking it up to this blog right here if I can with some techie voodoo trickery or whatever. (EDIT: one quick Google search, and 5 minutes, and BAM! New widget up on the right so you can read the silly short stuff too, if you don’t feel like Twittering with me. YEAH!)

And if you were just saying that stuff about me posting more to be nice, well fuck y’all, because now it just blew up in your faces! Yeah!

But no, seriously, if you really feel that way, that’s awesome and you rule. And like I said, if not, see above.

And if you want to give this whole thing a go with me, check me out here. Be sure and let me know if you’re digging it, hate it, hate me, hate Earth, love cheese or pancakes, or basically anything else. I need a new quick diversion. Be my diversion.