In a week in which many of my most persistent character flaws have been cast into stark relief and I've been compelled to finally learn some big-boy lessons instead of continuing to expect different results from the same behaviors, I seem still not to have learned one thing that I really, at this point, should know very well. No matter how funny it seems in my head before I say it out loud (or, honestly, how funny it seems to me even after I say it), it's a mistake to expect anything other than polite smiles and cricket sounds to follow a good pun. Which is completely unfair.
Hi, I'm Mike, and I'm a Weapon of Math Destruction.
::chirp chirp::
27 October 2008
23 October 2008
brainclog.
Man, I've been sitting here for the past 2 hours trying to put down some ideas I've had lately for...something. A song, maybe? Do I still write those? I was actually thinking of making it a short story, but if the still-young day of 10/23/08 has taught me anything so far, it's that when you completely neglect your old resolutions to write whenever you have time, your writing skills suffer. Oh I know, I couldn't believe it either.
I went to my first show in forever the other night and had one of these absolute only-in-NY kind of moments: a Jaymay show punctuated by a bordeline raving lunatic joining her on stage to make sure that everyone in the audience knew that (among other things) the black man depicted on his jacket was Martin Luther King, and not Barack Obama. I was slackjawed the entire time he was on stage, as the audience streamed out of the venue, at what I was witnessing. It was all I wanted to talk about afterwards. And then I sat down at a keyboard to type something about it and all I could come up with was this dreck. Frustrating.
Anyway, it hasn't all been just that I'm so busy (though that's a lot of it). It's partly that lately whenever I sit down at a computer I can't tear myself away from all the snark and vitriol and bile spewed into the Internet with regards to the election long enough to write anything. Between Michele Bachmann calling for McCarthyism 2.0 and...holy shit sandwich watch that video. Could there be anybody worse than Michele Bachmann? I mean honestly. She is completely unhinged. The point is, I've been distracted. The point also is: vote.
Seriously.
I went to my first show in forever the other night and had one of these absolute only-in-NY kind of moments: a Jaymay show punctuated by a bordeline raving lunatic joining her on stage to make sure that everyone in the audience knew that (among other things) the black man depicted on his jacket was Martin Luther King, and not Barack Obama. I was slackjawed the entire time he was on stage, as the audience streamed out of the venue, at what I was witnessing. It was all I wanted to talk about afterwards. And then I sat down at a keyboard to type something about it and all I could come up with was this dreck. Frustrating.
Anyway, it hasn't all been just that I'm so busy (though that's a lot of it). It's partly that lately whenever I sit down at a computer I can't tear myself away from all the snark and vitriol and bile spewed into the Internet with regards to the election long enough to write anything. Between Michele Bachmann calling for McCarthyism 2.0 and...holy shit sandwich watch that video. Could there be anybody worse than Michele Bachmann? I mean honestly. She is completely unhinged. The point is, I've been distracted. The point also is: vote.
Seriously.
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