Wednesday, February 17, 2010
This is almost like blogging...
-Whenever I write a post as bleak and self-loathing as that last one, I usually try to quickly follow it up with something light, kind of to let people know I haven't killed myself or am a current resident at the Rubber Sheraton. I'm feeling better, but over a week has passed since I went all emo on your collective ass, and I can't think of anything to write about at length. So, you're getting some half-assed random items, because apparently that's how I roll.

-Last week some kind of farmer convention was in town. Louisville gets a lot of farmer stuff since it's a semi-big city close to agricultural areas. This town doesn't overwhelm Farmer Bob like Chicago would, and we have better titty bars than Indianapolis, so the farmers are going to keep coming here. This means that area bartenders, servers and hotel workers can look forward at least a few times a year to large, demanding crowds that don't tip. And I get to hear "We ain't got no liquor stores like this back home" as some guy buys the same 12-pack of Bud Light he could get at any gas station in America.

-Anyone else fucking TIRED of winter? The city has done a pretty good job of clearing the roads these past few times, but I'm sick of snow. It isn't pretty anymore. It's filthy and mud-strewn, as if my neighborhood was covered in Courtney Love.

-Facebook is killing me lately. I don't mind status updates; yes, they are often mundane, but sometimes I'll get some useful information from them. But do I have to know that someone just bought a two-headed dildo in Porntown? Do I care that someone I barely know just befriended someone I don't know at all? "Can this Bottle of Warm Urine Wearing a Little Dutch Boy Outfit Get More Fans than Maroon 5?" It's a bit much there, Facebook.

-Is it possible to delete a myspace profile? Do you have to run into Tom at the mall and ask him personally? Since I'm not in a band nor am I involved in the sex trade industry, I have no use for myspace. Seriously, when myspace eventually folds, how will 13-yr-old girls pretending to be 18 and 35-yr-old men pretending to be 18 spend their time?


7 Comments:

Blogger kate said...

It is possible to get rid of a myspace page, but it takes awhile and lots of jumping through hoops. If I remember correctly, you have to go to your "account settings", look for the teeny, tiny "delete my account" tab and click that - they send an "are you sure" email and then you're done after that. Best of luck. It's a pain in the ass.

Blogger Room Mom Helper said...

Michele Bachmann must've been at that farm convention, since she gets that $250,000 in farm subsidies.

I'm not gonna be leaving my sunshine and 70 for snow next week when I come home, am I bro? F the snow.

Blogger foundinidaho said...

I don't know about My Space, but it was harder than hell to get off Facebook. It's like they've got you in chains.

And, I'm with your bro. I've had enough winter, which is why I'm going to Vegas next weekend. Yes!

Blogger R said...

I am very glad you are feeling better.

Blogger Stormin said...

Facebook can kiss my ass right now. I still think that MySpace is somehow worse, but only barely...

Blogger Allan said...

The FaceBook Purity GM script for Firefox, and Chrome, will really clean up your newsfeed. It will hide most of the crap you really don't want to see.

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