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Social Networking...

After careful consideration, I have decided to launch a new social networking site. It will blend the best of all networking sites into one uber site. The name of my creation: Myfacespace.com (PENDING...)

There is one catch and many rules to this new site. The catch is that once you initially sign up, you can't immediately search out your friends. The customer (that's you) will fill about a brief survey with questions such as: relationship status, favorite movie(s), birthday, hair color, STD's, how many times you've stabbed a man, rating your bitterness, and favorite color. These are just a few, though, so be prepared. The answers to these question will put you in a group of people with similar interests and these will be your "friends". Some of your friends will be in this group, most likely, but others, like if you're friends with Lauren Conrad on myspace, may not. This way, people are forced to make new friends. At least they know going in tha…

Paranoia..

Paranoia is striking the heart of America. And it is not being caused by the economy, war, or the presidential debates. It is being caused, in a way, in the very forum in which I am presenting this blog. Simply put, the paranoia is being caused by the invention of the 24 hour news cycle.
A person can access the latest news anywhere. Pick up your phone, get text message alerts every time the Stock Market drops a point. Maybe you don't like that option. How about receiving an email every time the price of an oil barrel goes up a cent? Don't like that, I see. Perhaps you'd like to turn on a news channel watching Bill O'Reilly hosting eight people you've never heard of arguing why we should/shouldn't attack Russia? (Speaking of which, come on now, this is not the Cold War. Maybe we should stop sticking our noses in other people's business. Different topic, different time.) The point is, a person can't go anywhere without hearing the dreadful na…

A Piece of me...

The subject is the title...

"Standing at the edge of existence is an often difficult thing to withstand. Not knowing were to go next can lead to an amount of trouble that can never be fully explained. Confusion tugs at the heart. There are always questions without answers. Nothing will ever be said. Can I lead the life I want to lead? What's next on the agenda? Indecision drives the soul of every man, but it is my greatest fear. Above death, above life even, is the fact that I can't decide what I want. Even the idea of choosing the correct path is beyond me. Things are great or at least someone believes it, but I have trouble looking forward. How can I? It's said that we may be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us. How often have I tried to put the past behind me? Maybe once too often. I am sent into a downward spiral that may never end. I continue to hope, but it is a false hope and may never be satisfied. Can I live with that…

Silent Night

First off, a disclaimer. I am trying to get the creative juices flowing and decided to write the following blog. Plus, I have to catch up with Danny. So, if you desire, ignore the innate drivel that's about to ensue.

5:42 pm- For some reason, my tv is on the ABC Family Channel. Instead of changing it to Sports Center, I watch What I Like About You. Brain rots slowly.

6:07 pm- After spending too long on myspace, I decide to go running at the track at East Junior High.

6:48 pm- Running complete. I am a big pile of sweat after running two miles. Feel good though.

7:15 pm- I'm cooking dinner, and decide that tonight I will go to Barnes and Noble to write. Cliche, yes, but I'm more productive when I'm not home. I need to do laundry, though, and figure I can get one load done by 8:30 pm.

8:07 pm- Danny texts me to say the Red Sox lost. Stupid Red Sox.

8:08 pm- Text five girls looking for comfort after the loss.

8:09 pm- Realize I actually didn't hit send on the texts.…

The times, they are a changin'

It has been well documented since the dawn of time that as a person slides into the next generation of life, the things they loved amongst the pop culture crowd are not the ones being loved today. For example, someone out there has to like those cavemen commercials. Why would they keep showing them if no one did? I know I don't. I don't need my football games interrupted with that damn caveman playing Billie Jean King every ten minutes. Their showed failed. Please retire them. Where are the talking frogs from Budweiser when you need them?

The point is, as I approach (ahem) [cough] 30, I can see myself slowly drifting away from what the kiddies like. I'm not completely there yet, but someday soon, I will see myself in the shoes of a grumpy old man. I do not understand the popularity of Lil Wayne or Flo rida with his boots with the fur. I still listen to Eminem, Dr. Dre, and Snoop Dogg in my car, enjoying the smooth beats from the 90s. Rap music was music bac…

By the hand of God...

Let me begin by saying I don't delve into the topic of politics too often. And this blog will be short and may not even be about politics. It may allow you, the cherished reader, a small glimpse into my views but that's where I cut you off. At least for tonight, that is. Can't blow my load all in one shot, now can I? (No need for those laughs from the peanut gallery.)
The subject I'm about to broach will be over quick. I will start by saying that I am not anti-McCain. I have nothing but respect for the guy. At this point in America's struggle, though, I don't believe he is the best candidate. That, folks, is a topic for another time. I just wanted to state this before I began my short range assault on Sarah Palin.
My ire all started and is currently centralized around one remark I read of hers. This is coming from an article by Gene Johnson of the Associated Press. "Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin told ministry students at her former church that th…

The Illuminati ended Tom Brady's season...

That collective gasp many of you heard Sunday afternoon (or morning, depending on time zone) was that of millions of Patriots fans watch their season go down the drain when Tom Brady injured his knee. On top of that, tens of millions that most likely selected Tom Brady in their top five of fantasy football watched as their wallets emptied much quicker than they had anticipated. Some may say that it was just a cruel twist of fate, that a man cannot be the king of a mountain for so long. Others will say (i.e. Patriots fans) that the hit was an illegal hit, and that's why Brady will sit out this season. The real answer, in fact, goes much deeper. The reason, simply, is this: The Illuminati have ended Tom Brady's season.
For those unaware of who, and what, the Illuminati are, they are an Enlightenment-era secret society founded on May 1st, 1776, which was dedicated to the systematic and stealthy conquest of nations, one by one, and ultimately the entire world (Illuminati, W…

OMG!

"Dear Diary,
That title is not about the hit 90's group that sang How Bizarre. I loved them, yes, but only when I was working on kick ass computer programs like XP... Wait, a darn sec, silly me. That's OMC. I get confused pretty easily.

Did people really talk to each other before the internet and text messaging?

Was that just a dream?

That tv commercial, as funny as it was meant to be, is probably predicting the future. People will talk to each other in abbreviations and their pronunciation will be horrible.

I'm not even putting this in a true blog form because I'm proving a point.

The art of speaking to someone face to face will one day be lost.

I'm actually thinking that instead of laughing, I'm just going to say "LOL"

Is the word "are" that long to spell out that it needs to be spelled "r". Sure, it was probably written like that in your third grade love notes, but at least that was handwritten. If you have bad hand writing,…

Life's Lessons...

Okay, here's another monologue. I'm in a writing mood and I got some of the angriness out last time. I'll retire the monologues for awhile and put them on the scrap heap with the poetry. I'll get back to basics next time with an expose on the WB. Enjoy...

LIFE'S LESSONS
(NED, 37, reads from a book at a small coffee shop.)
Thank you. Thank you. I will end tonight with a reading from my first book, entitled "Treaties From the Dark Side." Just a little advice for all of us, especially you sweetie. How are you? Doing good? We'll talk later... Here we go. "It's a long, lonely road. The paths are all there, beat down by our ancestors before us, and they all lead to the same place. Death. No one single person can avoid the purity of passing on. The path is a crowded one, sure, but the walkers are all disconnected. All are enraptured with narrow minded possession of themselves. Yet all carry the same burden. Chances are take…

Three Hours of Pain...

The Boise State football team got off to its usual dominating start with a 49 to 7 thrashing of Idaho State. Once again, I did not attend the game, but instead watched it from the comfort of a friend's house. For the most part, I enjoyed the game. The one problem is, though, is that I would have enjoyed myself a whole lot better if I had muted the television for the three hours the game was on.
Okay, I'm gonna put this out there right off the bat. The following will make sense to all that have watched a BSU football game televised on our local tv network. Feel free to proceed, even if you have never seen a game on local tv here in Boise. You should count yourselves amongst the privileged to have never experienced the atrocity that is local broadcasting.
Now, that may come across as an angry viewer lashing out and in a way, it is. Here are just a few examples of what continues to irk me year after year and really, to be honest, no answers have been found:
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