Gee and Tea

I like a nice, sweaty Summer Gin and Tonic

I once had juice

but I drank the juice. A cautionary tale

I'm a bad blogger

I'm really not that good at blogging. It's fun, though. I can look back at previous blog posts and laugh at how terrible some of the writing is.

I don't really have any interesting topics to blog about. I'm really just throwing words out into empty space. This blog is a really good argument against blogs as an institution. Why should anyone, anywhere be able to get a blog with great ease? It's not as if they, or I have any qualifications. It's not as if anyone really wants to hear their opinion. The public is not clamoring to know what I think. But unbidden, I give my opinion. And it's expected that I would do so, like many other bloggers. Why is this? At this point, I'm really not bringing anything to the table. This blog is a joke, really. Why should I have any right to have my opinion heard? Why? Why do I use rhetorical questions so frequently? Does anyone ever answer all these questions I keep posing?



Suckers.

little game that I made up

Little joke I thought of recently:

Q: What do you call it when two organic elements go out for a drink?

A: Carbon Dating! (Insert Catch Phrase)

Cheeky - Choke on a Cheeseburger

Cheeky is a punk band. Their singer is a girl. That's sort of unconventional, at least in the circles I run in (wow, didn't know up to this moment that I ran in circles, glad I learned that). They're not bad, though. They have a nice angst note, along with some plain old anger, which is good too. Their lyrics aren't exceptional, but good enough for this genre. I wish them great success. In the meantime their album can be downloaded for free here. Why not give them a donation while you're at it too. They're only giving you their intellectual property for free.

The The Room Room

This is a real movie.

The Room

I am speechless.

Abstinence only alcohol policy

I've been trying, lately, to not consume any alcohol for at least two days a week. It's easier than you might think. The experience leads me to wonder whether it might be time to consider the role alcohol plays in our lives.

I can't, for the life of me, figure out exactly why I drink. It used to be as a sort of rebellion. When I was younger, drinking was fun because it was illicit, secret, something I wasn't supposed to be doing. It's not like that anymore, but I still drink. I tell myself it's because I like the taste of a particular beer, wine, or liquor. More than anything, it's probably the force of habit. You start drinking because you like it, but you keep drinking because you were already drinking.

Furthermore, you drink because everyone else drinks! There are few other bad habits so common in our society, and so widely reinforced. Have a drink, everyone else is doing it. Of course, we all have free will, but the power of alcohol is immense. Don't underestimate how persuasive thousands upon thousands of movie images of good-looking people drinking alcohol can be.

I pledge to get something down in this blog every day. It will have proper punctuation, good grammar, and will be interesting. That's all for now.

A workingman's burden

Is there anyone out there who realizes how dull it is to work for 40 hours a week, doing the same thing every day, again and again without changing? It is so terribly boring! Sure, a job is a job, and right now you're lucky if you have any kind of job, but that doesn't change the fact that work can often be extremely boring and stultifying. And what does it lead to? I don't feel that I am making the world a better place by coming to work every day and doing the same thing I do every day. Is there something noble about this? If there is, it doesn't appear readily to me. So you work somewhere for 40 years and retire. Is that all there is in life? This is a frightening proposition.