Now that I’m officially old…»
I live in constant fear that I will start typing in the wrong spot on Facebook, and post a bunch of status updates that are actually searches.
If you wish to make a blog from scratch, you must first invent the universe.
I live in constant fear that I will start typing in the wrong spot on Facebook, and post a bunch of status updates that are actually searches.
So, while my stash of bananaphone pics to post gets larger and larger, I thought I’d put it off some more and share a theory I’ve had for a while:
Given a long enough timeline, and enough surviving members, every band that has ever existed will eventually get back together and do a reunion tour. Except for Hüsker Dü.
I forgot what the second thing was, because I’ve also been putting off writing this short and useless post.
The other day, my friend sent me a picture that is definitely a worthy addition to my list of saddest things. Brace yourself, because here it is:

Seriously. If you want to get as sad as possible as quickly as possible, you can’t beat this picture, or the product pictured. It’s right up there with bluegrass covers of Modest Mouse songs. High octane sadness fuel, I shit thee not. I can’t even go into all the reasons right now, because I have to go drink a glass of sand.
This is the part where I say that I’ll have to write more in the future about how store-brand knockoff products always make me feel a little odd (trips to Aldi were dangerous, to say the least), but I probably will never get around to it.
Two days ago I saw a house centipede walking across my wall. I hit it with my shoe, and it raised one of its many legs to flip me the bird. I hit it harder and squashed half its body, and then it just vanished.
Does anyone else get as annoyed as I do when people use hashtags outside of The Twitters? #getoffmylawn #noseriouslygetthehelloffmylawn
A BUNCH OF STUFF HAPPENED AND I… (PICK ONE OR MORE)
I have two younger brothers. That’s not the mystery, though. Between 1995 and 1996, there was a thing they would do, and that’s the mystery: On Sunday mornings, we would all watch Nicktoons. The brothers (let’s call them Matt and Dan) were at the age where they fought all the time, and also trolled each other all the time. One of Dan’s greatest trolls would happen during a certain commercial that aired in between cartoons, now lost to the sands of time (the mystery). At a certain point in this certain commercial, Dan would yell this:
“OTT!”
That was weird enough. But as the weeks progressed, Matt would get anxious as soon as the commercial started, and grow more agitated until the moment of truth (and mystery).
Matt: “don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it…”,
Dan: “OTT!”
Matt: “DANG IT!”
Dan: trollface.gif
But now, many years later, none of us can remember what started it all. Just the “OTT!”
Blogging what? Blogging blogs in your blog, of course! Post all the time, whether you have anything to say or not. Filler is your friend!
If you don’t have anything to say, don’t.
This blog that I have just now blogged here in my blog: is it successful or unsuccessful? Show your work.