Coppin' Out Again...

     You know, I have an love/hate relationship with obligations. To be quite frank, they just make me stressed out. When I started my blog nearly eight years ago,  I had no clue that I would pretend to have it be an obligation. Don't get me wrong: I love writing something witty here on the occasion. It's just not nearly as much as when I was a bright-eyed second grader did when he wrote about his juvenile problems to a small adoring fan base.
    I could say something witty by personifying my blog into a person and introducing him into some sort of peril (this comes to mind). However I figured that i'd just tell you the truth: I WAS LAZY.  Yes sir,as lazy as Tim Burton in an Art Design contest, or the weird people who go to Cracker Barrel to smoke on a rocking chair.
   Alright so I guess it's time for me to promise to blog more. I'll try to bring back my daily blogging thing- and more importantly try to find some of my private collection of writings for your enjoyment.

Hide Your Kids- Hide Your Wife

   Gentlemen, if there is one excuse to stop blogging- then it is this one statement, I WAS PLAYING PLAYSTATION.  That was of course until my LittleBigPlanet-eering was rudely interrupted almost a week ago when our friends at Sony pulled the plug on the Playstation Network, giving myself as well as nearly 70 million others nothing to do.
   Meanwhile over  on the Playstation Blog, an intrepid blogger by the name of Patrick Seybold gave us some epic journalism skillz- and daily paragraph by paragraph, let us in on the situation... kind of.  It was the crappy customer service I've come to expect from Sony- not answering any questions, doing just enough, not living by that age old motto, "the customer is always #1".
         Finally, after nearly 7 days of  "duuuuuh... Playstashun no workie workie" , our super-bloggy pal Patrick let us know what we needed to hear.  That some 19 year old has about 70 million peoples credit card numbers- and to expect the bill for the mansion within 2 weeks.   So now as our good pot-smoking friend Antoine Dodson would say- Hide your credit card, Hide your password, and Hide your husbands cuz they stealing everything in there.
  

I Edited This...

Now If Obama comes to our school, I can has a bit of recognition. Sadly, I doubt he'll shake my hand or anything though (if he shows up for that matter.) It's a relatively decent video compared to the others I've seen, i'm assuming nobody actually edited in Final Cut though. So yeah... Uber lame post today, I'm not feeling very creative.

Haters Gonna Hate On Logistics

  Recently, I have started to stream an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000 on Hulu nightly to sleep. I find that  it knocks me out relatively quickly, plus I get about 85% of the jokes- so it's incredibly positive to watch. However, there is one downside to my brilliant scheme: Advertisements . There is one advertisement in particular which just makes me want to die inside. Watch it and weep Joel. 

  It's almost like they snook into my brain to find some marketing genius, but instead they found the advertisement I would never even want to take even a mere backward glance at. I mean who wrote that miserable load of crap, Elton John and Kimya Dawson? I sure think so, providing how much UPS want's to Fire Truck with my brain here. I mean almost half of the people who watch TV are as bloody slow as a Corpse on a Molasses pogo stick, they won't know half of what Logistics means. The half they do know is probably "stics" which they assume is how you spell "sticks". I'm not saying this is the worst commercial i've seen this year (That prize belongs to Miracle Whip).

               So yes I'm a hater on Logistics, but as a wise man once said "Haters Gonna Hate"

Christian Et-Tu?

                                                        Happy Fat Tuesday!

    Thats Mardi Gras for those linguistically challenged readers. Yes sir, it's Lentmas Eve down here in Christianity Land, where many of us will partake in a sacrifice to prove something or other about us minus god. I think i'll do myself a favor and sacrifice those Peeps Bunnies. Of course I only eat them on Easter Sunday, so it isn't that much of a sacrifice. I'm not one to partake in Lent, not to sound blasphemous- but I generally have nothing to sacrifice.
      That being said- Mardi Gras is slightly less pointless as Saint Patricks Day. At least Mardi Gras (almost) has something to do with Easter (If you don't understand the religious implications, I'd suggest using this nice website .  St. Patrick is about as much of a nobody as Larry from Hoboken N.J.,  and yet he has a holiday which mainly consists of pinching people, and a great night at O'Malley's Irish Pub. I mean of all the Saints, why does he get a holiday (I looked him up, much less exiting then dying for our sin.). Alot of Saints are much cooler than he is *cough* Joan Of Arc *cough* .
     I'll leave it at that, I don't want to seem like i'm ranting about a stupid religious holiday, and I have a good feeling God doesn't mind. I'm just posing a question as to why we have religious holidays like these. If you think i'm wrong to say Mardi Gras and Paddy's Day are dumb holidays and shouldn't be considered "religious" holidays go ahead and comment. If I wanted to actually partake in a RELIGIOUS  holiday this month, i'd wait till tomorrow- which fortunately doesn't go great with a beer.

I Intend To Post Something Daily.

  
  Yes my late friend Gary Coleman, It is true! No longer am I confined to an uninteresting elementary/early middle school mindset, and I can find something to rant about more frequently than I have done in the past. Although it shall be at first a nuisance, I believe it shall eventually become purely habitual and in turn make my website actually interesting to read.
     Now I believe that it is time for you to behold the sheer awesomeness of my website. It took at least 3-4 hours to perfect the look and feel of it. Although Wordpress does allow you to do greater customization, It costs a bit of cash (that of which I don't have), and requires knowledge of HTML code (Which I have even less of than cash).  Plus I started out on blogger and it is almost going back to ones roots .
     So yes gentlemen, I am finished building my website (I think) and I shall continue posting a small chunk of my triumphant manifestation of my greatness every day, whilst I still find this whole blog thing amusing.

The Immortal Life Of The MOnocle BLog

 
... And we're back. Really funny story about my old blog, uhm... it sort of died. Yes, much like such great characters as Donnie Darko, John F. Kennedy, and Old Yeller. Yes my friends, My old blog died from one of the worst causes known on the face of the earth... Cancer. Epic Sad Panda Face.

Fortunately, All is not lost. I managed to chop of a small slice of my blogs tumor and intend to launch a new immortal blog thing (+1000xp if you got the reference.) That being said this is my new wonderful blog; free of my despicable 7 year old lack of punctuation. So now: I can post intelligent things, without sounding like an LolCat.

That should be the last time I'll ever want to totally revamp my blog: Mouseketter's Honor. It should also be the last time i'll feel like saying "Screw my blog", because at that point I won't need one for various reasons.

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