I'm a bad child. No posts yet this month. I have no idea why I feel like I have to apologize for it, but I have been catching some flack lately, so I'm....sorry?
This week has not been fun. I've been stressed and a wee bit under the weather, which does not bode well for trolling the internet in search of entertainment.
I've realized that I put so much random information in my brain that never translates itself to my blog, perhaps because most of it is so random and irrelevant that no one but myself may actually care. However, I watch shows like "The Soup", and realize that most of the topics are rarely new to me. In an effort not to copy the style of individuals like Perez Hilton, and simply regurgitate gossip while drawing coke-noses on celebrities, I decided that I may just jump back on the constantly changing celebuturd machine. (Hopefully, if you are a long-standing reader of this blog, you may know that that was, in fact, the slightly embarassing way that Good Bloggie got its start.) I've realized that in attempting to reach whatever audience I may have, I've gotten almost too broad. My readership is mostly male, and I think in an effort to cater to that, I got a little off track. The fact that it is broad is something that I like about my blog (because that seems to be the way my brain works), but I miss being snarky and writing comments like this one from one of my first posts, about Sarah Jessica Parker's dress:
"You'd have to be pretty brave to wear this. Sarah Jessica Parker wore this tragic tartan over a beige strapless gown recently at The Costume Institute Gala. I'm not sure why, the dress itself is very pretty, although a bit too beige for my liking. Did she look at herself in the mirror before she left and think "jesus, this plaid blanket makes me ooze glamour!" or were the horrified screams of her stylist just muffled by the crinkling of all the material?! "
I crack me up. Anyways, I think I've set myself up for too much, and anything I say may be construed as trying too hard, so I'll just jot down a few bits and pieces.
- Paris Hilton, in a misguided effort to seem more worldly than she may be, has become consumed with the plight of elephants in northeast India. This, by itself, is kind of admirable -- however, Paris isn't focused on poaching or the encroachment of urban cities; she's concerned about drunk elephants. You heard me. A random occurrence of four elephants getting into some homemade wine on a farm, uprooting an electricity pole and subsequently electrocuting themselves has somehow worked its way into Paris' Blackberry, under "Shit I Really Need to be Concerned About". Never mind the overwhelming poverty level and the overcrowding of major cities -- dearest Paris wants to save the elephants. And not even the pink ones. You see those too, right?
- Remember Britney's VMA performance? How could you not? The wobbly heel, Barbie doll extensions and miniature shorts are probably burned into your mind forever. But, floating around the internet is a video of the way it was supposed to be. Someone taped the routine using a stand-in (presumably because Ms. Spears couldn't be bothered to look up from her trough-o-margaritas to show up) and released it, albeit a little belated after all the hooplah. Ah, what could have been.
- I'm terribly sorry to inform you that "Crank Dat" by our favorite 17-year-old rapper, Souldja Boy, has officially jumped the shark. See for yourself. (Unfortch, you're going to have to click the link. When I tried to embed the video, my internet explorer bombed out on me. Four times. ) http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1784347
- Advantages of working in a cubicle: none. Disadvantages: whenever you cough or sneeze, someone asks you to do something. I coughed like, 5 minutes ago and now I've got like 2 new things to do.
- Good Bloggie, in spite of my pirate mouth, seems to be made for children. I entered the URL into a "readability test engine", and came up with this:
Either that or it thinks you and I are stupid. We aren't, are we? No we're not! Nooo we're not!
- I've decided to quit Facebook for a few days. Sure, that sounds lame -- baby steps, my friends. Baby steps. I'm sick of wasting my time looking people I don't want to look at and people who are too drunk to see. I changed my password to something totally random and then hid a sticky note from myself, as I have no self-control. Should be interesting.
Well, I've been at work for a while and haven't done any real work. Off I go to save the elephants!
