I just saw a little bit of Grey's Anatomy

I'm over at my folk's house, using up some of their internet in one room while my mom watches her stories in the next. At one point I hear some hushed, feathery college folk music soundtracking a white dude and a white lady using vocabularies to talk about the subtle complexities of their vague emotional uniqueness, and how to feel about how it is to feel something about somebody somewhere, and other bullshit faux problems that people without problems create for themselves. Holy shit, it's Dawson's Creek! Mom, what the hell are you doing watching Dawson's Creek?

Nope, Mom says. It's Grey's Anatomy. But six and one half dozen, y'know?

Now, I never watched more than two minutes of Dawson's Creek, and I've now seen about fifteen seconds of Grey's Anatomy, and I'm not saying anything, I'm just saying, y'know? But here's my point, anyone who is more familiar with these shows and this type of show than I am:

People who were in high school when they were watching Dawson's Creek are probably just now getting out of med school, or some other grad school, or they're some other kind of young professional, and they still want to watch Dawson's Creek but pretend they're grown ups (like they were doing when they were watching Dawson's Creek).

Quite naturally I don't care in the slightest to investigate this line of thinking any further, but does that sound reasonable to anyone else? No? Well fuck you, I'm gonna download 30 Rock.

Sincerely,

A white dude without any real problems

P.S.-- Sorry I haven't been writing much lately; don't have a lot to say but mostly I've been really busy. My band just came out with a new album and we're playing a show at a museum this weekend, and also I am in a play opening a week from today, and then there's all this other stuff that the internet doesn't really need to hear about

P.P.S.-- My mom seems to kind of hate Grey's Anatomy; she's snarking at it pretty hard from the other room. It's good to know where I get this stuff.

Dear Hillary Clinton: Please Stop Saying You Won Texas

On account of this is inaccurate. Here in the state of Texas we tend to do things different and usually sort of ass backwards, so on March 4 we had both a regular-type primary and also a caucus. You won the popular primary vote by two percentage points and lost the caucuses by twelve percentage points (source: facts). This gave you a total of 94 pledge delegates (65 from the primary, 29 from the caucuses) to Obama's 99 (61 primary / 38 caucuses).

I'm sorry; this has just been bugging me for a couple of months. I promise not to post about politics for as long as possible. I usually make it a point not to discuss politics with anyone unless they're a stranger and I'm drunk and yelling at them anyway.

A small anecdote about the year 2001 and my introduction to the concept of "blogs"

So in the year 2001 I was a freshman in college. One day I asked a friend of mine how her weekend was.

"Didn't you see my last LiveJournal entry?"

I sort of kind of knew what LiveJournal was. As far as I could tell, it was exactly like a diary except anyone in the universe could read it. Which seemed completely at odds to the concept of keeping a diary as far as I understood it (writing down private stuff in a book you then hid so nobody else could read it). My thoughts on LiveJournal basically amounted to "Jeez that's dumb."

I knew that this girl kept one of these (she was actually a very nice, reasonable person aside from things like her Dashboard Confessional fandom and, y'know, LiveJournal), but I never read it because it seemed creepy. Like, well, reading someone's diary. And even if someone wanted me to read their diary, there's almost a 100% chance that I still wouldn't want to, y'know? I'm just as narcissistic as you: if anything I'm just gonna thumb through to see if I'm mentioned and then chuck it back under your mattress where it belongs.

So I tell her essentially that no, I did not read her last LiveJournal entry, and I don't keep up with her LiveJournal or anyone else's LiveJournal so I didn't already read about how her weekend was, but I'm asking her now, in person, so how was her weekend?

"It was..." She sort of sighed and thought for a second. "You should really just read my LiveJournal. It was a really crazy couple of days; I said it better there than I could right now."

So a couple of years later everyone starts talking about blogs, and bloggers, and "new media" and stuff. The way blogs are described they sounded pretty much like LiveJournal, so I dismiss them as pointless and hateful bullshit.

Postscript: I end up starting one out of boredom (and the fact that I was too lazy to start a zine, which was my original idea but would've taken way longer) and realize they don't have to have anything at all to do with LiveJournal, and I begin to hate them a little bit less.

If you are too young and/or too old to know what LiveJournal is, that's awesome.

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Haven't logged in for 5 years, my profile was embarrassing, the name is stupid, it's not 2003 anymore

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Honest to God, this has nothing to do with the Facebook thing I wrote a little bit ago; someone brought up Friendster in conversation today and I thought "oh Jesus, I bet mine is awfully humiliating." Turns out I was pretty correct. I don't think it really would've made much difference if I would've left it be; nobody else appears to have logged in since the first Bush/Cheney administration.

The best part of the cancellation process was, I had to spend a good fifteen minutes figuring out what email address I had five years ago, then once I got there reactivating the sucker so I could get my password. Remember Hotmail? Crazy!

My evening is starting to feel kind of like a hideously plausible VH1 special from the not-too-distant future.

BY THE WAY: I'm drawing some more of those index cards

At Joe Mathlete Will Draw Anything You Want On An Index Card. Not taking any new orders until I fill all the old ones, but after four months of radio silence I guess it's a start?

Context for that last post (ROFLcon bio)

In case you were wondering:







So, yeah. Also, if you don't know what Goatse refers to, consider yourself blessed.