Tiger Woods publicly apologized today. "I cheated," he said. "What I did was not acceptable, and I am the only person to blame." In case you have been hiding under a rock for the last two months, Tiger Woods is not talking about cheating during a golf match. He cheated on his wife with what seems like a gaggle of different women. But, honestly, who the hell cares?
The more and more the media talks about his infidelities, the more I don't get it. Why are celebrity sex scandals such a big deal? It seems like everyone in the limelight does it, yet God forbid, you get caught by the National Enquirer. Now, I'm not endorsing cheating on your significant other, but what is it our business if Tiger Woods likes to have sex with random, slutty waitresses? Tiger Woods is good at golf. He is famous for playing golf. Having sex with a cocktail waitress in New York City doesn't affect his golf game. So why should he have to apologize to us for cheating on his wife?! There should be no press conference involved for him apologizing to his wife! Flowers, groveling, jewelry, yes. Press conferences? No freakin way.
The thing that most people don't realize is that celebrities live different lives than the rest of us. They are constantly traveling, away from their families, and have fans and groupies constantly throwing themselves at them. When you haven't seen your girlfriend in three months, and your relationship is strained to begin with, then you combine that with a gorgeous girl who's willing to have hot, meaningless sex with you just because you are somebody, it's not very easy to resist. Or what about actors and actresses. How many relationships have ended because of a new on-set fling. Can you blame them? You are getting paid millions of dollars to fall in love with your super hot co-star for the next few months until shooting is over. Then for the next 3 months after that, you are going to go travel the world with this same co-star, to promote the film. It starts to become hard not to believe that you're really in love with this person.
Many will argue that these celebrities are role models for young people. This is a whole other issue, but isn't it the parents' job to teach these youngsters that celebrities are not exactly the role model they should be seeking. They may find a celebrity who they idolize, but it's up to the parents to teach their children right from wrong. Otherwise, we're looking at a half naked, drug addicted, anorexic future generation of hermaphrodites.
Tiger Woods has lost sponsors, ruined his reputation, and even crashed his car into a tree all because US Weekly found some sluts, who wanted some money and their five minutes of fame. And, the people who really care about this are the same people who almost got a President impeached for getting his dick sucked. Cheating on your wife is wrong, yes. But has anyone stopped to consider his wife in this situation? Do you know how embarrassed she probably is- with or without your public sympathy?
I'm standing my ground here. This is not a moral debate on whether its morally right or wrong for people to cheat. I'm simply saying that just because celebrities are paid to be constantly scrutinized by the public, doesn't mean that we should mind our business sometimes. And, sex scandals is one issue that's none of our damn business.
Monday
Lost Without You
The lyrics to the Robin Thicke song, “Lost Without You” come to mind to describe how much I’m missing baseball season already this year. It seems like just yesterday I was sitting behind home plate, beer in hand, watching Joba Chamberlain spike a flag into the dirt in celebration of the Yanks just winning the World Series. A month has passed and it seems as though I may never hear Frank Sinatra sing “New York, New York” again.
Tonight, my NY Jets destroyed the Indianapolis Colts’ perfect season to keep their playoff hopes alive, which means I’m planning the tailgate bash of the century for their last regular season game at the old Meadowlands stadium. So, obviously, I have other things to think about. Yet, I can’t seem to get the Bombers off my brain. Anyone who knows me, knows that I live for the NY Yankees and Jets, but for some reason spring training can’t come fast enough this year.
With my Spring Training vacation plans in the works, the Yankees are making it so that I may not recognize our team when I arrive in Florida. With the trading block open for business, I was prepared for some of my guys to be gone next year. We would all love to have the same team re-signed for one more year to give the World Series another shot, but that’s just not how baseball works. However, the trades thus far have been baffling to me and most other hardcore Yankees fans. I have faith that Cashman knows what he’s doing, but I’m not sure that, without anything up his sleeve, he’s making the team better.
Halladay goes to the Phillies which almost guarantees that they have a shot at going to the World Series for the 3rd year in a row. Lachey goes to Boston. The Yankees who are criticized for buying all of their winning rosters get who?
Our major pick-up this year so far is Granderson, who I agree, will probably make us better. He’ll probably hit 30+ home runs next year, but if we’re planning on replacing Johnny Damon, he’s no 2nd spot hitter. His OBP is nothing compared to Damon’s and when he’s not smashing those 30 homers, how many times is he going to strike out? Or get walked?
Next, our World Series MVP Matsui gets traded to the Angels, in order to free up our DH position. Ok, I get that we can then rotate the rest of the team into that position and Matsui is getting older with bad knees. However, where the hell did the Angels come from? I was sad to see Matsui go, but I understand why they traded him. Until we picked up Nick Johnson. Really, are you kidding me? Nick Johnson? We already had him and got rid of him. Now we’re paying him $5 million to be our DH. Matsui went for $6.5 million- he wasn’t worth and extra mill over Nick friggin Johnson, come onnn Cashman.
The next trade is really what has kept me up at night, though. Melky Cabrera gets traded to the Braves for Javier Vasquez (along with one of our top pitching prospects and some cash.) ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?! Does anyone remember screaming and throwing things at the television when Vasquez was pitching for us the last time? Because I do. Forget “Pride. Power.Pinstripes.” “Been There, Done That. You Sucked.” should be the Yankees motto this year. Granted, Vasquez supposedly got better. His ERA is sick and his numbers are impressive, but he is a National League pitcher. Melky had an unbelievable year this year as the “Walk-Off King,” and his arm is arguably the best in the league. Because he had such a great year, it’s understandable why they would want to trade him. Because if he didn’t follow up, we’d probably be stuck with him. However, for us to trade him, a top pitching prospect, and cash for Vasquez is a complete insult.
I hear that Swisher might be the next to go, and if Damon doesn’t stop drinking Boris’ Kool-Aid, he might be gone too. So, we will be left with virtually no outfield. Cashman, what are you planning??
Although I don’t see the bigger picture yet, I’m sure the Yankees know what they’re doing and I’m counting down the days until I hop on that flight to Florida. Because “I’m lost without you. I can’t help myself. How does it feel? To know that I love you [Yankees].”
Tonight, my NY Jets destroyed the Indianapolis Colts’ perfect season to keep their playoff hopes alive, which means I’m planning the tailgate bash of the century for their last regular season game at the old Meadowlands stadium. So, obviously, I have other things to think about. Yet, I can’t seem to get the Bombers off my brain. Anyone who knows me, knows that I live for the NY Yankees and Jets, but for some reason spring training can’t come fast enough this year.
With my Spring Training vacation plans in the works, the Yankees are making it so that I may not recognize our team when I arrive in Florida. With the trading block open for business, I was prepared for some of my guys to be gone next year. We would all love to have the same team re-signed for one more year to give the World Series another shot, but that’s just not how baseball works. However, the trades thus far have been baffling to me and most other hardcore Yankees fans. I have faith that Cashman knows what he’s doing, but I’m not sure that, without anything up his sleeve, he’s making the team better.
Halladay goes to the Phillies which almost guarantees that they have a shot at going to the World Series for the 3rd year in a row. Lachey goes to Boston. The Yankees who are criticized for buying all of their winning rosters get who?
Our major pick-up this year so far is Granderson, who I agree, will probably make us better. He’ll probably hit 30+ home runs next year, but if we’re planning on replacing Johnny Damon, he’s no 2nd spot hitter. His OBP is nothing compared to Damon’s and when he’s not smashing those 30 homers, how many times is he going to strike out? Or get walked?
Next, our World Series MVP Matsui gets traded to the Angels, in order to free up our DH position. Ok, I get that we can then rotate the rest of the team into that position and Matsui is getting older with bad knees. However, where the hell did the Angels come from? I was sad to see Matsui go, but I understand why they traded him. Until we picked up Nick Johnson. Really, are you kidding me? Nick Johnson? We already had him and got rid of him. Now we’re paying him $5 million to be our DH. Matsui went for $6.5 million- he wasn’t worth and extra mill over Nick friggin Johnson, come onnn Cashman.
The next trade is really what has kept me up at night, though. Melky Cabrera gets traded to the Braves for Javier Vasquez (along with one of our top pitching prospects and some cash.) ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?! Does anyone remember screaming and throwing things at the television when Vasquez was pitching for us the last time? Because I do. Forget “Pride. Power.Pinstripes.” “Been There, Done That. You Sucked.” should be the Yankees motto this year. Granted, Vasquez supposedly got better. His ERA is sick and his numbers are impressive, but he is a National League pitcher. Melky had an unbelievable year this year as the “Walk-Off King,” and his arm is arguably the best in the league. Because he had such a great year, it’s understandable why they would want to trade him. Because if he didn’t follow up, we’d probably be stuck with him. However, for us to trade him, a top pitching prospect, and cash for Vasquez is a complete insult.
I hear that Swisher might be the next to go, and if Damon doesn’t stop drinking Boris’ Kool-Aid, he might be gone too. So, we will be left with virtually no outfield. Cashman, what are you planning??
Although I don’t see the bigger picture yet, I’m sure the Yankees know what they’re doing and I’m counting down the days until I hop on that flight to Florida. Because “I’m lost without you. I can’t help myself. How does it feel? To know that I love you [Yankees].”
Conspiracy Theory
This is a throwback for those of you suffering from finals madness right now...
"No Sleep til...(duhn duhn) Brooklyn," the immortal words of the Beastie Boys, and the catchphrase that best sums up finals week, not just at F.I.T., but all over the world. Students are stressed out, sleep deprived, and carry trendy bags under their eyes. Sound familiar? Of course it does, every college is the same. In fact, now that i think of it, it's the whole college setting that breeds lunacy, finals week just adds to the excitement.
Growing up they brainwash you to think that a college education is necessary if you don't want to be yet another homeless person on the streets of New York. So, your senior year in high school, what do you do? You apply to college! Because if you don't, guidance counselors, teachers, parents, and everyone else on God's green earth is breathing down your neck to get those transcripts in the mail or else...you won't have a future. You will never amount to anything.
As graduation approaches, you actually feel like you made a good decision because you can't wait to get the hell outta school, not to mention your hometown. You're sick of the same old people and the same small minds. So, August rolls around and you go off to college, and the insanity begins. They throw you into a mock real world setting with a bunch of strangers, some of them old enough to be your mom, some young enough to be your little sister, and some stupid enough to be your dead dog. Next, they load you up with 18 credits and TONS of work. Textbooks become your mortal enemies. They sit mocking you while you attempt to read a bloody passage that's in the foreign language of "educated." And don't even think about money, that becomes a thing of the past. All of a sudden you are fantasizing about the change you found in the payphone today instead of your significant other. Looks to me like we college students become quite close in comparison to the homeless of NYC.
Now of course, college isn't all school, expensive books, and professor's dirty looks. There is a plus side- partying. Now not only are we subject to cheap, disgusting cafeteria food (FIT failed health inspection not once but twice), but even our nightlife is a reminder that we are poor, college students. Keg upon keg is filled with Beast, the cheapest possible beer you can find. Once your drunk enough, it tastes like hell with an airconditioner, so you really don't mind all that much. But there are some times, in which you are about ready to lick the sweat off of one of those homeless people just to get a taste of a nice, cheap vodka that you still can't afford. So, please tell me how people consider college to be the best possible option?
At the close of every semester, students are fried zombies, missing hair from stress, ready to jump from a window, and shaking from two weeks of IV caffeine drugs, but we are stupidly happy. We look foward to the month off. It's not worth it though, because the break ends too soon and we are thrown into the same routine again in the spring.
So, finally after four hellish years, you graduate. By the time you get out of college, you are so traumatized that you actually think the four years of college were the party capital of your life. If you call snorting lines from a textbook while the strobe light of your computer screen glares in your face, and the lovely bass sound of your fingers drumming on the desk a party, then count me out. But, it's still exciting because you have a college degree, so it's easy to finds a job, right?? Wrong. Not to mention you'll probablly be paying off the loans from school for the rest of your life.
I am still clueless as to why it is necessary to get a college education, so I'm thinking along the lines of this being yet another one of the government's schemes that we aren't supposed to know about. The technical definition of conspiracy is, "The act of joining in a secret agreement to be unlawful or wrongful or an act that becomes unlawful as a result of the secret agreement." The government's secret agreement is that college is a means to fry people's brains so that they are too oblivious to realize what is going on in the world around them.
Upon graduation, students are legally insane. They are too brainwashed with thoughts of their major, getting a good job, and money. They are unable to function beyond these thoughts. Therefore, they have no time to think about what's going on in the world around them. Let's go back, waaaaaayyyy back, to the days of the Depression. Everyone sat around their radios and admired what FDR had to say. They hung on his every word. These days, you couldn't get anyone to watch the President on television, unless it was the resurfaced, pornographical video of Bill and Monica. What's wrong with this situation? I'll tell you what it is; it's the damn need for college education that everyone has beaten into their heads from the time their head appears in the birth canal. And, frankly, it pisses me off...
**Several hours later**
After peeling my face from the keyboard, I got to thinking. Maybe there really is no government conspiracy. I mean finals week is approaching. Maybe this is a product of finals week lunacy. It has been a long, caffeine saturated, sleep-free weekend.
"No Sleep til...(duhn duhn) Brooklyn," the immortal words of the Beastie Boys, and the catchphrase that best sums up finals week, not just at F.I.T., but all over the world. Students are stressed out, sleep deprived, and carry trendy bags under their eyes. Sound familiar? Of course it does, every college is the same. In fact, now that i think of it, it's the whole college setting that breeds lunacy, finals week just adds to the excitement.
Growing up they brainwash you to think that a college education is necessary if you don't want to be yet another homeless person on the streets of New York. So, your senior year in high school, what do you do? You apply to college! Because if you don't, guidance counselors, teachers, parents, and everyone else on God's green earth is breathing down your neck to get those transcripts in the mail or else...you won't have a future. You will never amount to anything.
As graduation approaches, you actually feel like you made a good decision because you can't wait to get the hell outta school, not to mention your hometown. You're sick of the same old people and the same small minds. So, August rolls around and you go off to college, and the insanity begins. They throw you into a mock real world setting with a bunch of strangers, some of them old enough to be your mom, some young enough to be your little sister, and some stupid enough to be your dead dog. Next, they load you up with 18 credits and TONS of work. Textbooks become your mortal enemies. They sit mocking you while you attempt to read a bloody passage that's in the foreign language of "educated." And don't even think about money, that becomes a thing of the past. All of a sudden you are fantasizing about the change you found in the payphone today instead of your significant other. Looks to me like we college students become quite close in comparison to the homeless of NYC.
Now of course, college isn't all school, expensive books, and professor's dirty looks. There is a plus side- partying. Now not only are we subject to cheap, disgusting cafeteria food (FIT failed health inspection not once but twice), but even our nightlife is a reminder that we are poor, college students. Keg upon keg is filled with Beast, the cheapest possible beer you can find. Once your drunk enough, it tastes like hell with an airconditioner, so you really don't mind all that much. But there are some times, in which you are about ready to lick the sweat off of one of those homeless people just to get a taste of a nice, cheap vodka that you still can't afford. So, please tell me how people consider college to be the best possible option?
At the close of every semester, students are fried zombies, missing hair from stress, ready to jump from a window, and shaking from two weeks of IV caffeine drugs, but we are stupidly happy. We look foward to the month off. It's not worth it though, because the break ends too soon and we are thrown into the same routine again in the spring.
So, finally after four hellish years, you graduate. By the time you get out of college, you are so traumatized that you actually think the four years of college were the party capital of your life. If you call snorting lines from a textbook while the strobe light of your computer screen glares in your face, and the lovely bass sound of your fingers drumming on the desk a party, then count me out. But, it's still exciting because you have a college degree, so it's easy to finds a job, right?? Wrong. Not to mention you'll probablly be paying off the loans from school for the rest of your life.
I am still clueless as to why it is necessary to get a college education, so I'm thinking along the lines of this being yet another one of the government's schemes that we aren't supposed to know about. The technical definition of conspiracy is, "The act of joining in a secret agreement to be unlawful or wrongful or an act that becomes unlawful as a result of the secret agreement." The government's secret agreement is that college is a means to fry people's brains so that they are too oblivious to realize what is going on in the world around them.
Upon graduation, students are legally insane. They are too brainwashed with thoughts of their major, getting a good job, and money. They are unable to function beyond these thoughts. Therefore, they have no time to think about what's going on in the world around them. Let's go back, waaaaaayyyy back, to the days of the Depression. Everyone sat around their radios and admired what FDR had to say. They hung on his every word. These days, you couldn't get anyone to watch the President on television, unless it was the resurfaced, pornographical video of Bill and Monica. What's wrong with this situation? I'll tell you what it is; it's the damn need for college education that everyone has beaten into their heads from the time their head appears in the birth canal. And, frankly, it pisses me off...
**Several hours later**
After peeling my face from the keyboard, I got to thinking. Maybe there really is no government conspiracy. I mean finals week is approaching. Maybe this is a product of finals week lunacy. It has been a long, caffeine saturated, sleep-free weekend.
Wednesday
Where Oh Where Did 92.3 Go?
Is it just me or does anyone else feel that good music has completely disappeared? Maybe it's been kidnapped and will be returned to us in 18 years like Jaycee Dugard. Maybe it died and went unnoticed like Farrah Fawcett after the death of the King of Pop. Or maybe there are just no radio stations left that play good music because advertisers obviously wouldn't know a good tune if it bit them in the ass.
Either way, good music where the fuck are you hiding?
Let me start by saying this. Like most other human beings, I love music. In fact, I live for music. Music pretty much defines my life, and as of late, my life’s soundtrack has been pretty shitty.
My favorite thing about music is the art of creating the mixed tape/CD. As I’ve mentioned before I’m completely technologically retarded and while I have finally upgraded to an iPod, I’ve found that playlists just don’t do for me what a mixed CD does. I love the way you can pop in a mixed CD you haven’t heard in years and it will bring you back to that exact time and place when you made the CD. All the same feelings you had then come back and for those 15 songs, you start to think about the same people who you were thinking about then. This is the reason why my CD Walkman and I are still BFF’s.
When I was younger, I knew all the best bands and all the best songs before anyone else had even heard of them. My friends all came to me, “DJ No Clue,” to make them good CD’s. Whenever I met someone for the first time, I’d make sure that we exchanged mixed CD’s because the only way you can really get to know someone is by their taste in music, or so I thought back then. However, as I’ve gotten older I find that I don’t have the time to scour the Internet in search of great, up-and-coming artists to (illegally) download as many of their songs as I possibly can without getting arrested.
Before the end of the Howard Stern era, I could actually say that I listened to the radio proudly. While 92.3 K-Rock was not breaking new artists left and right, they could be relied on to always play a good mix of music. They played some Nirvana, Foo Fighters, and Red Hot Chili Peppers, but then they’d play a little Brand New, Taking Back Sunday and Fall Out Boy (before anyone knew "Dance, Dance") They mixed in a little Slip Knot and Deftones after they played RadioHead and Metallica. They weren’t playing completely unknown bands, (as that’s reserved for the good college stations in your reception area,) but the music was good and I didn’t have to listen to "Oops! I Did It Again" 57 times in the 3 hours I was listening to the radio.
But then Howard Stern got fired for the umpteenth time and went to satellite radio, and that was pretty much the day the music died. Don McLean definitely said it best. Maybe he was the Nostradamus of music, who knows. Anyway, now I turn on K-Rock and it makes me wanna vom when I hear Lil' Wayne wanting to lick my wrapper.
Don’t get me wrong, I like hip-hop. I love all good music. I don’t hate. Jay-Z is probably my idol, and definitely the greatest, most intelligent person in the music biz right now. But, let’s face it- a very large majority of the music that’s on the radio right now is CRAP.
I’m no music critic but seriously the dude from Degrassi is a rapper and his song is on Hot 97.1 every 5 minutes. That’s like Zack Morris heading up a punk band in the 80’s, it’s just wrong. Meanwhile, Lady Gaga is bleeding from her eyes while she pokes my face. I just don’t get it.
But, “I Gotta Feeling” that music is gonna be gone for a long, long time. Music hurry home. And, if anyone has my music hiding in their basement, I’m willing to pay a very large reward to bring music back.
Either way, good music where the fuck are you hiding?
Let me start by saying this. Like most other human beings, I love music. In fact, I live for music. Music pretty much defines my life, and as of late, my life’s soundtrack has been pretty shitty.
My favorite thing about music is the art of creating the mixed tape/CD. As I’ve mentioned before I’m completely technologically retarded and while I have finally upgraded to an iPod, I’ve found that playlists just don’t do for me what a mixed CD does. I love the way you can pop in a mixed CD you haven’t heard in years and it will bring you back to that exact time and place when you made the CD. All the same feelings you had then come back and for those 15 songs, you start to think about the same people who you were thinking about then. This is the reason why my CD Walkman and I are still BFF’s.
When I was younger, I knew all the best bands and all the best songs before anyone else had even heard of them. My friends all came to me, “DJ No Clue,” to make them good CD’s. Whenever I met someone for the first time, I’d make sure that we exchanged mixed CD’s because the only way you can really get to know someone is by their taste in music, or so I thought back then. However, as I’ve gotten older I find that I don’t have the time to scour the Internet in search of great, up-and-coming artists to (illegally) download as many of their songs as I possibly can without getting arrested.
Before the end of the Howard Stern era, I could actually say that I listened to the radio proudly. While 92.3 K-Rock was not breaking new artists left and right, they could be relied on to always play a good mix of music. They played some Nirvana, Foo Fighters, and Red Hot Chili Peppers, but then they’d play a little Brand New, Taking Back Sunday and Fall Out Boy (before anyone knew "Dance, Dance") They mixed in a little Slip Knot and Deftones after they played RadioHead and Metallica. They weren’t playing completely unknown bands, (as that’s reserved for the good college stations in your reception area,) but the music was good and I didn’t have to listen to "Oops! I Did It Again" 57 times in the 3 hours I was listening to the radio.
But then Howard Stern got fired for the umpteenth time and went to satellite radio, and that was pretty much the day the music died. Don McLean definitely said it best. Maybe he was the Nostradamus of music, who knows. Anyway, now I turn on K-Rock and it makes me wanna vom when I hear Lil' Wayne wanting to lick my wrapper.
Don’t get me wrong, I like hip-hop. I love all good music. I don’t hate. Jay-Z is probably my idol, and definitely the greatest, most intelligent person in the music biz right now. But, let’s face it- a very large majority of the music that’s on the radio right now is CRAP.
I’m no music critic but seriously the dude from Degrassi is a rapper and his song is on Hot 97.1 every 5 minutes. That’s like Zack Morris heading up a punk band in the 80’s, it’s just wrong. Meanwhile, Lady Gaga is bleeding from her eyes while she pokes my face. I just don’t get it.
But, “I Gotta Feeling” that music is gonna be gone for a long, long time. Music hurry home. And, if anyone has my music hiding in their basement, I’m willing to pay a very large reward to bring music back.
Tuesday
Houston- I Have a BLOG...
So, I recently read somewhere that not having a blog is akin to not having a telephone. I don't know that I agree with this arguement wholeheartedly, as I think those without a Facebook account are much worse off. However, I figure it's about time that I get with the times, technolgically speaking.
I resisted Myspace for the first year it was available, thinking that posing half naked and getting in touch with the people I hated in high school were not for me. Shortly after creating my account, I was a full-fledged addict. I was on Myspace all hours of the day and night, pimping my profile, stalking even people I didn't know, and posting retarted comments on my roomie's wall while she was sitting right next to me. And then, the viruses happened, and Myspace started its downward spiral.
Surprisingly, I've always had a Facebook account. Lifetimes ago, when you could only sign up if you were in college, I registered with my FIT address and began to grow my network. I signed into Facebook rarely because A. it wasn't as fun as Myspace B. all of my friends went to other schools (or didn't go at all,) and it looked pretty pathetic that I had like 5 friends in my FIT network and C. I just didn't get it. And then, the unthinkable happened-Everyone became obsessed with Facebook. Bye Bye Myspace. When I say everyone, I mean it seems like the collective world got together oneday and decided that they were no longer going to use Myspace, and Facebook was the new dictator of Social Networking-land.
Needless to say, I was pissed off. I didn't know how to use anything, I missed Myspace and what the hell was up with the status?! I don't want anyone knowing what I'm doing every second of the day. And, who the efffff cares that
Dick just woke up.
Dick is getting dressed.
Dick just went to the bathroom.
Dick walked three feet
Dick is a moron
The only status that I would like to see from people like that is Dick just killed himself.
While I still loathe those people that have enough minutes in their day to update me on every single action, I now know how to use Facebook enough that I can actually block these people. I have Facebook on my BlackBerry, I update my status at least once a day, and I definitely still get excited to see that I have 5 new notifications when I sign on.
So, I'm going to give this blogging thing a try. I'm not really sure what it's going to be about just yet, so we'll have to wait and figure that out together. I survived the disappearance of AOL, the Blackberry upgrade, and weining myself off of Myspace with the help of Facebook. So, I'm pretty sure this blogging thing won't be so bad.
For starters, this post was a lot easier to figure out than sending a BBM Pin request- it still gets me everytime.
I resisted Myspace for the first year it was available, thinking that posing half naked and getting in touch with the people I hated in high school were not for me. Shortly after creating my account, I was a full-fledged addict. I was on Myspace all hours of the day and night, pimping my profile, stalking even people I didn't know, and posting retarted comments on my roomie's wall while she was sitting right next to me. And then, the viruses happened, and Myspace started its downward spiral.
Surprisingly, I've always had a Facebook account. Lifetimes ago, when you could only sign up if you were in college, I registered with my FIT address and began to grow my network. I signed into Facebook rarely because A. it wasn't as fun as Myspace B. all of my friends went to other schools (or didn't go at all,) and it looked pretty pathetic that I had like 5 friends in my FIT network and C. I just didn't get it. And then, the unthinkable happened-Everyone became obsessed with Facebook. Bye Bye Myspace. When I say everyone, I mean it seems like the collective world got together oneday and decided that they were no longer going to use Myspace, and Facebook was the new dictator of Social Networking-land.
Needless to say, I was pissed off. I didn't know how to use anything, I missed Myspace and what the hell was up with the status?! I don't want anyone knowing what I'm doing every second of the day. And, who the efffff cares that
Dick just woke up.
Dick is getting dressed.
Dick just went to the bathroom.
Dick walked three feet
Dick is a moron
The only status that I would like to see from people like that is Dick just killed himself.
While I still loathe those people that have enough minutes in their day to update me on every single action, I now know how to use Facebook enough that I can actually block these people. I have Facebook on my BlackBerry, I update my status at least once a day, and I definitely still get excited to see that I have 5 new notifications when I sign on.
So, I'm going to give this blogging thing a try. I'm not really sure what it's going to be about just yet, so we'll have to wait and figure that out together. I survived the disappearance of AOL, the Blackberry upgrade, and weining myself off of Myspace with the help of Facebook. So, I'm pretty sure this blogging thing won't be so bad.
For starters, this post was a lot easier to figure out than sending a BBM Pin request- it still gets me everytime.
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