Things that have happened in the past month:
- I safely fly back to the USA, become confused by the amount of selection at the grocery store, and accidently buy some really awful cheddar.
- Some guys attack Barak Obama or something.
- I hit on a lot of American girls.
- My blog isn’t updated. At all.
- The server my blog is on gets hacked.
That’s about it. It’s tough to juggle working, looking for better work, freelance work, going for drinks, chatting up girls in English, and my music career and still find time to blog. I guess I’ll fix this. If it hadn’t been for yesterday’s hack, I would’ve posted this yesterday. I am posting it today – that indicates something like dedication I think? I have several new ideas for Alco-Challenges, and some references to newish things that I actually enjoyed. Anomie and apathy still highly present.
I know it’s Tuesday. I don’t care.
Love,
Captain Cussy Pants.
So I had somebody lined up to fill in for me yesterday (I was watching an exhibition football match involving Italians), but he ran into problems of his own. At any rate I have some catching up to get back to my five post per week average. With the week I’ve been having, that might be rough. Consider this dull self-referential piece my meeting you halfway.
So I’m reworking my style. This means a few changes. Firstly, and most noticeable, fuck all that illustrative fiction fluff shit about having a boat/airship/dirigible/whatever. That was an error. It brought up steampunk imagery and I’m getting fucking sick of steampunk arseholes. I’m still captain of the blog, and a majour source of surliness. That part – the, unfortunately, rather real me – won’t change. Secondly, writing in a humourous and mostly non-sequiturian manner isn’t really something I make a habit of. The problem with a blog is it’s fairly easy to maintain a voice through several updates and then feel compelled to remain in this style. However, fuck that.
Anyroad, this counts. My team lost 2-1 with one goal in the second half, so fuck your opinion if it’s not mine.
Love,
Captain Cussy Pants.
P.S.: Real post tomorrow. Probably short.
Blogs are shit. They really are. Travel around the ridiculously termed “blogosphere” for a while and you’ll see what I mean. Seriously, go on, do it for a while. I won’t be doing anything interesting for at least a sentence or two.
Ha, I should’ve had vegetables for dinner. That’s what I get for being awesome, deliciously low nutrition snacky times. Back yet? Alright.
Notice what I’m talking about? No? Alright. Basically nearly every blog is completely fucking the same. Chances are, you hit one consisting of every single website the author finds mildy hilarious. Pretty great, huh? How was it the second time, when it had a different URL? How about the fifth? The twentieth? What the fuck? Alright, so you also read somebody’s political viewpoints or election coverage. How was that for you? Mind numbing? Maybe you found a movie or music review blog. Great, so you got a single person’s impossibly narrow selection of bits of culture. Maybe it was useful for you, if you read a review for something you were thinking about buying. But come on, you were going to buy it either way, weren’t you?
Blogs have a lot of potential. They could reinvent the way we communicate, the way we record our history. They offer a day-in-the-life view of the modern human, but they so rarely do. We could be using them to regale our fellow Earthworlders with amazing stories, or for sparking incredible debate and shared community understanding! It would be a Zen-powered eutopia of typing madness and it would fucking save the world. All we have to do is take those intriguing thoughts we all have several times per day and publish them in WordPress. We cann all achieve an evolution in society together.
Except I’m tired so I’ll probably do it tomorrow or something.

