You Talk Pretty Words

I want to say 'thank you' to everyone who asked me about this blog, and why it disappeared.  I'm glad that at least six of you read it.  I recently started working again, and it is a bizarre shift to where I have very little time where I'm alert and awake enough to come up with witty observations on today's socio-political issues. 

BUT.... I'm happy to be back, and I have some things to talk about!

In this, the age of instant communication, I am seeing a disturbing trend.  In the world of texts, Twitters, and assorted FaceBookery, people are completely unable to form proper sentences, use correct grammar, or SPELL.  Texting is causing an abysmal form of shorthand, and I honestly think that no one under the age of 20 has an understanding of the English language.

I LOL at your hideous grammar.  I ROFL at your egregious misspellings (NOTE: I used spell check to make sure I spelled that correctly..... but I digress).  Oh, and a semicolon is for more than just making flirtatious winking smiley faces.

It seems as though reading and comprehension are going to become irrelevant, and its' sad.  I'm not the smartest person in the world..... Alright, maybe... but, my ability to read well, and use a thesaurus have helped me test better, understand what I read, and make people think I'm smarter than I am because I use bigger words.  You look like an asshole when you don't know the difference between there, their, and they're.  To and too are not the same thing.  READ A BOOK you jackwagon.

Moving along....

I'm one of those rare metrosexuals who loves sports.  I religiously watch the Phillies, 76ers, and Eagles.  However I think the NFL are a bunch of dicks.

This idea that the Super Bowl has to be on a Sunday is retarded.  No offense to any retards reading this, but make it on a Saturday.  They jam it with so many commercials and Black Eyed Peas (more on that later), that it's not over till about midnight.  The lack of workforce on Mondays-after-Super Bowls would be enough evidence for me to move the game to a Saturday, so everyone can have fun, get drunk, win their bets (  <=== SEE -- THEIR... BECAUSE IT BELONGS TO.... nevermind), and I'm sure the NFL would not lose one advertising dollar. 

Also, whomever is planning the halftime shows needs to be drawn and quartered.  The average football fan is, like, some 40 year old, overweight, wife-hating shovenist, who is looking for an escape from his miserable life, and an excuse to drink beer.  He has devoted his entire life to this team, this sport, and - you reward him with the Black Eyed Peas.  Awesome.  They could have had the decency to cuddle with us after they fucked us.  What an absolute shit-show that was.  Joe-schmo, as described above, doesn't give two flying shits about modrern dance-pop.  He wants Dokken, or Metallica, or Maiden, or some other equally testosterone fueled alt-rock.  By the way, the two 'other guys' in that Black Eyed Peas have a sweet deal.  They didn't do shit.  They are hanging on for the ride and I say, kudos other guys. 

Well.... hopefully I have some more things to write about in the future.  Thanks again to the folks who have reached out and asked me to keep writing.  See ya!