Anyway. I took requests for the big one month-er and they all either sucked shit or were nowhere to be found. I was planning on doing Super Troopers (since everyone seems to love that shitfest), but it was already rented out (likely to one of you) and so I was left to rent GOOD movies, which are no fun to read about. Alas, my genius led me towards the inevitable topic of “Blogging”.
I’ve never been a blog supporter. I generally refuse to read people’s blogs, mainly because I don’t give a shit about their day but also because it’s mundane and over done. Being nagged and nagged continuously by various different folks, I decided to finally give in and start up my own. Facing ridicule and mocked by many, I tried to redeem my turn to the dark side (Star Wars is gay), by actually writing something somewhat entertaining to read.
Other than the constant jabs at my looks, opinions, style, comments, commentary, writing, etc etc etc, the blogging experience hasn’t been too bad. I suffered through a 45-comment frenzy from people who wanted to kill me vs. people who wanted to fuck me and somehow made it out alive.
My general opinion on blogging and bloggers is that I hate it/them. Unless they’ve got a lot of style, reading about teenage angst, your uninformed political drivel, or the various reasons why I should finally take that leap towards Christianity, just doesn’t appeal to me.
There are a select few blogs I enjoy reading, and those people are extremely lucky. I said hell would freeze over before I became a blogger, but I’ve changed it to, Hell will freeze over before I talk about how my day went on my blog. You can all thank (or send the hate mail to) my pal, who likely wants to remain nameless because he’s extremely paranoid, Matt, for making me take the final leap and actually join Blogger to rant about why everything I don’t like is so shitty.
Ps. All the fine drawings are done by Hugh Macleod from Gaping Void. He’s got a great blog and his drawings are absolutely amazing.
44 comments:
Huh.... well, for what its worth... and most likely its not worth two shits in a tin can... I like your blog, I don't want to kill you and I'm not interested in fucking you.
So..... keep blogging.
(and don't read my blog -- its one of those mundane blogs you hate. I don't write it daily, but It is about how horribly awful my life is, so... don't waste your time.) ;-)
.. oh.. and congratulations on your 1 Month Anniversary.
You gave it 3 weeks and I gave it 4.
Many combolations, Elisagerth
The only thing I'm paranoid about is receiving any sort of mail, hate or otherwise, from the oversized mouths who comment here. I simply don't have enough care to wade through it all. What a gang of pathetics.
Don't let the fighters and fuckers get in your way, dearest S. Write on...
-M
But the only reason I come back to this piese of shit is to read the posts from the haters. If you hate A Sheltered Town please oh please don't stop posting.
you all have way too much time on your hands.
I read your blog, hoping that one day I too will receive 54 comments for a single post.
1 month anniversary 10th comment!
I have a ginormous crush on you Dickolas Wang. Is it true what they say about Asian guys?
Thank you, Shay. 54 posts.... it is a goal to shoot for...
What is it they say about Asian guys? Now I'm curious...
....actually... I'm quite comfortable bitching and complaining on almost anybody's blog.... some just have better pictures than others.... ;-)
I'm pretty sure he wasn't talking about you, Dave, but power to you.
I........ umm.... kinda, like..... knew that....
but.... (revist my post)..... feel pretty comfortable B & C on any blog... not to mention just... making... inane comments.... ;-)
(mom always said... when you find what you're good at, stick with it)
They say lots of things about Asian guys. None of those apply to me, however, because I'm clearly Ethiopian.
HA HA HA HA HA !!!
Oh Dickolas Wang, you're the best eva.
Do you have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend for that matter?
I bet you all expect me to claim the 20th comment. Well it ain't going to happen.
Oops.
As the chick in the cartoon says, anonymous, read my blog.
Perhaps that sounded (looked?) rude-r than I meant it to be. Apologies.
She is going to light up the world,
one lie at a time.
And she's doing it with a smile on her face. She disarms with the charm of a newborn. Words delivered, lying in wait. You won't notice you've been deeply cut until long after the siege has begun. An assassin without a mask. She disappears into pure light, where you'd never think to look for her. The mystery of a tender fury. She has the strength to raise the dead in her little arms and does so without reward, without notice. Showing us our candid selves, our human condition, our nakedness. She battles with weighty words that labour heavily so that they may seem light. She is a cyclone of flames, blinding and uprooting false faces. And when she is done, she leaves us in quietude without so much as taking her due. She is the Truth and I watch her move swiftly with absolute confidence. And I smile.
Keep growing stronger, I believe in you.
I don't know who singul mather was commenting on but if it was the post before his I think he misunderstood. I don't think it was critical of her. I thought the writing was pretty good. But he is obviously hitting on her like everyone else seems to be. Forget the critics A Sheltered Town you write a good piece. singul mather your stuff is funny too.
Meh, agree, bloggin' is for those people who whine and try to vent through the internet, I have a feeling in about 10 yrs more people will either spontaniously combust or implode due to stress and improper ventilation. As for S, well she tells it how it is, she pretty much just keeps it real, no bs, dont like it dont eat it,
anonymous/annoyance writes:
I liked you Single Mother, now it's time you see the Hyde side reserved for those who half-step:
Your going to see: guns, bitches, hoes, crack, death and disease and a baseball bat. STD's that have no name, you're down at the clinic with a face full of shame. Russian roulette with a naked flame, dangerously slow but you're in the fast lane. A big nose bleed and a bag of cocaine. I just got the news about the tumour in my brain. You just don't care while you sniff it all the same. Caught my best friend sleeping with my girlfriend Jane. And I'm thinking of a way to get you slayed. ASSASSINS for hire they shall get paid. 2G, 3G, whatever it costs. None of those fools should have got me cross! I'm just about ready for some treacherous fame. 10 grenades on your plane. Whoops, another dun blame. Mass murdering, brains on the floor, you're dead 'cause I said you shouldn't live no more. You dun and made me lose my cool, where's my tool? Who's a bigger fool? Road-rage, pavement-rage, all kinds of rage. You'll be lucky if you get to see some old age. Every other day's a good day to die. Best be careful if you love your life! You don't know nothin', you don't see nothin', you don't be nothin', you don't do nothin', but we all got to be something and somebody but everybody here can't be that rich. You know the saying, "Life's a bitch." I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous twitch. Keep your mouth shut, help me dig this ditch. Don't you be a stupid bitch.
Peace, (just lyrics) ;)
I am new to this but holy shit that is cold! I hope you are joking. Is that you or somebody famous? Please don't kill Me! I don't know singulmather! Wow, sounds like a war is starting here. I will definitely check back.good luck with your blogging. Can people trace your internet adress on these blogsites? Maybe somebody here knows. Congrats on 1 Month.
singul mather is getting macked, tag-teamed and gorilla-pimp slapped up in this isht! Lots of luck, brother-sister, you're going to need it. Can't wait to see the follow up to the killer canoe line!
Whatdya expect when blogging is the single most important thing in your life?
Dear, dear anonymous 11:17 a.m.
If you're (read: you're) going to sling mud at someone else's intelligence and you are only going to type two lines to do so, you might use your (read: your) Fisher-Price spell check. You're a wack little hater, go listen to Schubert's Die Winterreise and follow it through to it's logical conclusion.
that should be "whack" little hater
get your slang right, yo
It's wick-wick wack, batty-bwoy. You are obviously new to the game. Whack is the sound your head is going to be hearing soon. Peace or pieces, your choice.
p.s. Run come Test.
OK, OK, that wasn't my best work. But can you blame me, I have been so exhausted. (by the way 11:17, your moms says hi. (At least that's what I think she said, she had her mouth full at the time)) What I would have preferred to say was:
Whack is a) the sound when I lick reality inna ya head or b) the word I write on this piece of paper and hand to my good friends from Little Italy. Save me the time and send me your home address. Peace. I like singul mather again.
Malnourished rectums? Hmm...what do you feed yours?
S&M, I'll meet you in David Lam park on Saturday. Bring the fish-net stockings I gave you for Christmas.
Funny how the only posts worth reading in this blog come from everyone else but the person it belongs to. Maybe "11:17" has a point, ya?
Dear Anon. 11:17
Nope, not fucking kidding.
Young - still passionate about something. Passionate enough to write it down.
Wiser than most - unless some of the observations and comments are borrowed views from elsewhere, she seems to have all the right synapses firing at the right times.
Single most important thing in your life...... now that is debatable.
This has to be one of the funniest blogs I have come across in a long time. I feel sorry for the young woman hosting in. To be killed or to be fucked. Quite a dilemma. Thanks for making the start of my work day a little lighter.
All the Best.
with the male traffic in this girl's life, its no surprise that she finds herself in this dilemma.
i wouldn't feel that sorry, she obviously loves the attention.
Obviously.
Yes, I would say that yet again most of these posts could be put in your two categories, with several, ahem, exceptions. I am, however, surprised that no mention of my blog was made, condsidering it at the moment includes teenage angst, religion and political drivel all at the same time.
Attention?!? And she likes it?!?!?!
Geeeze..... once again, a pawn in someone else's game!!!
DOH!
55! Run it girl! No one else comes close.
Ads are for sell-outs. Where do I sign up?
Even minus the 6 superfluous comments I contributed, you still broke 50 comments.
I win.
No.
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