Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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This is my 201st post. It is also January of 2010 or MMX in Roman numerals. I figure going over 200 would be a good time for a little bit of a mission statement or a what I am about here on the ole' Brainsplatter. A little bit of who I am, what I do, what I know, what I care to share. Maybe I should just say, "Please allow me to introduce myself...
First off, call me Biff. It's cool.
Second, I enjoy this. I do it for me. If you enjoy it I am glad. You will find spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes, and sometimes shit that doesn't make sense. I usually just let this go as a stream of consciousness. Unless I fall asleep then it becomes a stream of unconsciousness.
I will often go off on a tangent just for the hell of it. If it sounds like it is just pouring out of me, well that is usually true. I probably haven't proofread this. And most of the time the only thing that I have when I start out is the first line. If that.
I will swear. I will talk about whatever I happen to be thinking about. I will talk about bodily functions, politics, and the world as I see them. Here, I am God. Maybe not THE God. But A God. At least that is how I see myself. I will role around in my megalomania like a pig in its own shit. I will get it on me. It could get on you but I don't really expect it to.
Why?
I don't expect anyone to read this. If they do I am happy and if you comment I will more than likely comment back. And yes I know Brainsplatter looks like shit. I have to update this fucking thing.
That takes time and interest. I promise to update before the 300th post.
I've written everything here on this page. If I haven't, I have said. But that is rare. I don't like to quote. I don't like to research. Let other people who consider themselves writers do that.
Things I like--Chicks, Motorcycles, TV shows, Movies, Food, Music, Boobs, Writing, Reading, Bullshitting.
Things I don't like--Pretty much every other thing. In some shape or form I am sure it has pissed me off or will piss me off. I like to write about things that piss me off. It pisses me off that I haven't written about things that piss me off more often. I will have to change that.
I've been writing online for near a decade. I had a Webtv and had a log there. I started Brainsplatter in 2004. Yes those dates are accurate. So even though my shit looks like crap it is old crap. So I got that going for me. I also write stories and poems and such. There is a link somewhere in the sidebar.
Honestly I haven't written as much as I like. I could blame that on lots of things but mostly I blame myself. I recently got a new keyboard for my laptop that feels really good so I think I may have to ramp up the creative oozings and let them fly. Maybe I will even write some new smut. A little anal loving anyone?
If you have any questions ask. If you have any ideas let me know. If you tell me to ge fuck myself, well, me and masturbation are fond friends and I would bet dollars to donuts that I have already violated myself so you would be too late.
So I think that may be it. I can't really think of anything more to say. I came, I saw, I bitched about stuff. It's all good. Laterzzz...
Labels: 201, Brainsplatter, Who I Am
Friday, January 08, 2010
I don't remember.
I can't remember what I was going to write about. I had an idea and while it wasn't fascinating or Earth shattering it was an idea. Half the battle for me is coming up with a idea or a line that I can write around. Even if I only use that one grain to form the pearl of a rant around than I am good. Kind of pompous right there huh? Grain, pearl; I amuse me sometimes.
Let me see, what is on my mind?
Terrorism--A guy tries to blow up a plane with explosives found in his crotch. Crotch bomb. It's funny but it's not. What is getting on my nerves is the over-reaction. Yes, blowing up things with dick bombs is bad. But nothing bad happened and the passengers stomped the guy. Now is time to tighten up the system. Don't wait for a bigger incident. Forget assessing blame unless negligence can be found.
Winter--It is cold in the winter. I don't want to worry anyone but that is a fact. Don't be a pussy about it. Wear warm clothes in layers. Try to stay out of the wind.
The people I worry about are the homeless. In this country of plenty the fact that we have so many homeless is just a moral outrage. Some people will say there are no moral outrages, that everything is relative. Fuck that. People not having homes or not having heat in the middle of winter because they lack the money is a moral outrage on every level. I don't care what God you believe in or if you believe in one at all; it's just wrong. While it's true some homeless won't come off the street don't use that argument when it comes to kids or families. A safe, warm place to sleep at night should be right not just a privilege. What the hell are taxes for anyway? To give to giant corporations or something?
What? Really? Oh. Never mind then.
Seriously I hope it's only that I am not writing things down as much as I used to because my pen ran out of ink and my notebook is across the room and not early onset Alzheimer's--cuz that would suck. Though it might be cool if I could get the medical pot for that. The problem then becomes what if I forget and some douchebag steals it? Then I can't remember shit and can't get high either.Talk about a double shot of suck ass. I mean, don't let anyone ever say to you, "well, at least it can't get any worse." That my friend is bullshit. It can, and lots of times will, get worse.
So when the fit hits the shan, as it is likely to do. Or the water is rising and you have to stand on your roof waiting for the helicopters. Just tell yourself it can get worse. If it doesn't? Well ain't you a lucky fucker. Laterzzz...
Labels: homeless, memory loss, snow, terrorism
