Quick, break out the confetti. I wound up signing up for a My Space account last night because I guess it was my turn. I had been pondering the decision because there are a few artists on there and it would be nice to have them on there. Well, last night was the deciding factor for me because I found a space on there where someone copied one of my pages and just posted it like it was their own. I’m glad someone thought that shit was funny but nowhere on the page was any mention of where this came from or even a link back to my site. I put a comment on the page to just let anyone else who reads it know where it came from, but of course in order to do that, I had to sign up for my own account. That’s how the deal was sealed.
You know what I’m sick of? The fucking tabloids, that’s what I’m sick of. There are five people out there whose name I hope I never have to hear again. They would be Brad Pitt, Angela Jolie, Jennifer Aniston, Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. Hey tabloids, do me a favor, leave these fucking people alone. I don’t care if Brad dropped Jen to go bang Angela or vice versa. I can’t even stand in line of the grocery store without seeing this shit. If you do happen to be one of these media hounds that can’t get enough of this shit, the supermarket checkouts do have you covered. The good news is that there are so many different magazines out there you can find the story you like and buy that one. Hey look at this, Angela is pregnant on this one; oh, Jen and Brad are getting back together on this one, but on this one Jen is banging Vince Vaughn. News customized to your taste, just the way it should be. I have never understood exactly why we are so fascinated with celebrities’ lives. Maybe it’s because we think our lives are so mundane and their lives are so excited. Just remember, a celebrity is no different than you or me. Next time you’re putting one of these so called celebs on a pedestal think that your favorite does everything that you do, just they do it in front of the camera… well, aside from taking a shit; and that’s only because no one has gotten a camera in there. In fact, if that was on the front page of the Enquirer next week people would be snapping those issues up. Oh my God look honey, Jennifer Aniston took a shit this week… let’s buy two issues.
I realized yesterday that when I transferred my blog over from its sub domain over to here I didn’t change the path on all of my pictures and because of that none of my old pictures showed up. I also realized I didn’t like the way the archive pages looked. The text was too small and the style really didn’t match the rest of the site. I fixed both of those problems today and now the only thing I really need to spend some major time on is fixing up the damn guestbook so I can check it once in a while and not have to weed through 400 spam messages. Fucking spammers anyway. Maybe I should be able to charge those cocksuckers for advertising on my site.
Hey, all of the snow melted by Sunday last weekend. I was happy to see that shit since I’m all for a green or even brown Christmas. You know, I can’t really think of any benefit of snow anymore. Speaking of Christmas we are now being subject to the torture that is known as listening to Christmas music at work. Damn you Dick Cheney; what do you want to know, I’ll talk, just don’t let me hear another rendition of Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.