as i watch the rain fall and wind swirl outside, and that somber-yet-happy feeling that only autumn can bring washes over my being, i find myself contemplating just what in the hell i have left to write about on team secret falcon.
you see, every avenue of expression eventually loses its fire, and every river of declaration will eventually taper into a dry creek bed of repetitive spew that you can swear you have read or heard or seen somewhere else at an earlier moment with more emphasis and gravitas.
is this where i am with my blog? have i come to the intersection of bland and irrelevancy that i have feared for so long?
have i run out of things to say?
maybe its just that im not angry about anything today, since most of my blog entries are rants about people and things that have the maddening ability to boil my blood on contact. and when i am in a state of relative happiness, the creative juices tend to lay dormant until i see a picture of some assface douchebag on facebook wearing an ed hardy shirt with his hat tilted while not smiling for a picture and doing a sideways peace sign for no reason whatsoever.
i havent seen a picture like that lately.
also, dance cooks popularity is at an all-time low. people have finally started to figure out that all he does is sprint back and forth on the stage while screaming into his microphone at such a high decibel level that people in attendance, who knew they were coming to a "comedy" show, simply assume that he must be funny and they laugh at his impossible-to-distinguish scream noises. so i cant be pissed off about dane cook anymore.
and it seems to me that people who use the term "i know, right?" every five to seven seconds are quickly coming to realize what ridiculous social lemmings they are, and are starting to go with phrases such as "i agree" or "i also feel that way" instead. so i cant be upset about that anymore.
and its not like people who are drinking from the toilet of the recent vampire popularity dont know that they are pathetic. they know. they are aware of the knee-high level of entertainment diarrhea that they are wading through with an intentionally ignorant dead-behind-the-eyes smile on their face. they get it. they understand. so i cant be pissed off at them.
and since i bitched and complained about my questionable white contemporaries who became fans of the recently closed tremont goodie shop in upper arlington simply because it is hip and cool to be a fan of something that you can only tell other white people about and not let them try it themselves, the sixteen mutual friends that were fans has dwindled down to three. so its not like i can be mad at people for realizing that their actions make them suck asses.
and recently i have found myself even pitying those poor unfortunate souls that get so wrapped up in politics that they think that the rest of us give two solid fecal pellets about whatever bullshit backwards agenda they are pushing on us at any given moment. all of the email in my inbox and links posted to my news feed on facebook only lead me to feel more and more sorry for people who feel so lowly about themselves that they need to attend fund raising dinners and community awards banquets, just to quench and quell the inner shoutings of their soul reminding them on a daily basis that they are wasting their lives on meaningless people and their inconsequential babblings.
so hopefully by monday i will be mad enough about something that i can form an entire angry blog entry on how much i dislike the subject matter at hand. until then, the big ten football ramblings shall continue.
no matter how much you hate them.
you see, every avenue of expression eventually loses its fire, and every river of declaration will eventually taper into a dry creek bed of repetitive spew that you can swear you have read or heard or seen somewhere else at an earlier moment with more emphasis and gravitas.
is this where i am with my blog? have i come to the intersection of bland and irrelevancy that i have feared for so long?
have i run out of things to say?
maybe its just that im not angry about anything today, since most of my blog entries are rants about people and things that have the maddening ability to boil my blood on contact. and when i am in a state of relative happiness, the creative juices tend to lay dormant until i see a picture of some assface douchebag on facebook wearing an ed hardy shirt with his hat tilted while not smiling for a picture and doing a sideways peace sign for no reason whatsoever.
i havent seen a picture like that lately.
also, dance cooks popularity is at an all-time low. people have finally started to figure out that all he does is sprint back and forth on the stage while screaming into his microphone at such a high decibel level that people in attendance, who knew they were coming to a "comedy" show, simply assume that he must be funny and they laugh at his impossible-to-distinguish scream noises. so i cant be pissed off about dane cook anymore.
and it seems to me that people who use the term "i know, right?" every five to seven seconds are quickly coming to realize what ridiculous social lemmings they are, and are starting to go with phrases such as "i agree" or "i also feel that way" instead. so i cant be upset about that anymore.
and its not like people who are drinking from the toilet of the recent vampire popularity dont know that they are pathetic. they know. they are aware of the knee-high level of entertainment diarrhea that they are wading through with an intentionally ignorant dead-behind-the-eyes smile on their face. they get it. they understand. so i cant be pissed off at them.
and since i bitched and complained about my questionable white contemporaries who became fans of the recently closed tremont goodie shop in upper arlington simply because it is hip and cool to be a fan of something that you can only tell other white people about and not let them try it themselves, the sixteen mutual friends that were fans has dwindled down to three. so its not like i can be mad at people for realizing that their actions make them suck asses.
and recently i have found myself even pitying those poor unfortunate souls that get so wrapped up in politics that they think that the rest of us give two solid fecal pellets about whatever bullshit backwards agenda they are pushing on us at any given moment. all of the email in my inbox and links posted to my news feed on facebook only lead me to feel more and more sorry for people who feel so lowly about themselves that they need to attend fund raising dinners and community awards banquets, just to quench and quell the inner shoutings of their soul reminding them on a daily basis that they are wasting their lives on meaningless people and their inconsequential babblings.
so hopefully by monday i will be mad enough about something that i can form an entire angry blog entry on how much i dislike the subject matter at hand. until then, the big ten football ramblings shall continue.
no matter how much you hate them.
I know, right?
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