Sunday, June 29, 2003
Hey hey hey!
Check it out! No counter! No comments! I get to pretend like people read this, and there's no evidence to the contrary! I'm a genius!
People often come up to me and ask "Do you know what time it is?" And I say "Yes," and walk away. But some people don't realize just how hard it is to pull funny out of your ass. Now, normally, my MO for getting funny is to apply it to things happening in the world, but nowadays, we see two major obstacles to this plan of action. First, nothing at all seems to be happening within my range of looking-for-things-that-are-happening (which has narrowed somewhat since the Beetle Beat's heyday, what with worrying about real life and all). Second, I'm trying to steer clear of strong politics, because being "that one conservative guy" wants the perfect Valentine's Day gift (to borrow a Keanism).
Why does it suck, you don't actually ask? Well, I started to see extremely non-kindred spirits calling me a kindred spirit, and some kindred spirits get all pissed off at me. Also, I'm not exactly sure what "kindred spirit" means exactly, so I'm just approximating.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down" you fail to think to yourself. "Are you abandoning your principles just because of the reaction you got from people?" That's a very simplistic way of putting it, which is okay, because there's a simple answer: yes.
"Wait, hold your bloody horses there, chief," you colorfully and fictionally muse. "What are you going to use for your funny if you don't use politics?" Ah, you finally failed to find the problem. Yes, without strong, condescending political views, it's much more difficult to make sneering, snide comments from safe sdelines. I'll use aliteration to make up for this challenge, but that only goes so far.
So we'll see where this goes. It might go straight up to the plateau of early Fall 2002, or right down to the bowels of Early Spring 2003. It also might go to Oregon, for unclear reasons. I mean, seriously, what's in Oregon? The Trailblazers?
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