- Item: Now living in Newport News, Virginia.
- Item: We're looking to move to Hampton, the city south of Newport News by next week.
- Pretty sure I have work teaching at a CC.
- Item: People who slow down while driving into the I-64 Bridge & Tunnel are fucking idiots. 55 mph! Anyone going slower should be thrown to the sharks. It should not take 1.5 hours to go 30 miles to the ocean, especially Saturday evening. Next time people go slow, I say flood the tunnel. See if Stallone can save your asses then with a 20% approval rating.
27 July 2008
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness no matter the cost #1
This is the first entry in a series on some basic information regarding what goes on in my life.
The Origin of Best. Morning. Ever.
"It's sort of thanking and making fun of T all at once, as
all titles inspired by the most beloved friends should do."
Why the hell did I come up with this title? Well, let me tell you via email transcripts, having received an email with the subject line "BEST. MORNING. EVER." this morning.
T: FOR MORE REASONS THAN I CARE TO DESCRIBE, BUT HERE'S A LITTLE PIECE OF WHY TODAY'S SO GRAND:
(This colon is followed by a long pasting about Hugh Jackman (Wolverine) at the San Diego Comic-Con and the excitement of the crowd viewing clips from the upcoming X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009) movie.)
Me: Um...fanboy rave reaction does not mean a good final product with a worthwhile story. If there's no emotion, nothing really at stake, then it's simply fanboy hype, fight scenes, and special effects sequences.
T: UM...YES IT DOES.
IF THERE'S HYPE, FIGHT SCENES AND SPECIAL EFFECTS BUT NO EMOTION NOR ANYTHING AT STAKE, THAT PRETTY MUCH SUMS UP MY LIFE. THEREFORE FANBOY REACTION (WHICH, AHEM, DESCRIBES YOU AND I BOTH) IS EVERYTHING.
Me: Sigh...You're a fucker, you know?
X-Men 3 would have been totally worthless if it weren't for the emotional investment we have in those characters, and of course, if the first half of the movie did not exist, because most of the fights and special effects in the second half were worthless. Half a hundred mutants with super leaping power? WTF?
Me (again, without waiting for a response): PS: Next time you title an email as you did your initial one regarding the Wolverine movie, it better be because you just had the best sex ever.
T:
Mind you, T always types in all CAPS.
Apparently what makes a good movie is fights and explosions and leaping mutants. There need not be character development, emotional impact, or any inkling of drama. Fuck me if I, and all those dead Athenian playwrights, been wrong all these years.
Inspiration
The idea to write a blog where I can selfishly rant and rave with little thought for purpose and consequence has somewhat been inspired by a bloke I've just met via Bookmooch. This guy Ethan Kaye (who likes to Google himself) writes for Toyfare Magazine and
I also cannot forget to mention writer Warren Ellis. Finally able to latch onto a fraction of the web-based technology which he uses to broadcast his mind across the electronic world, I can read everything from his site on my nifty feed. He's like the mother's breast I could never suckle at as a child, so now I insert the feeding tube from his braintips (his brains likely number at least ten and are located in his fingertips) into my stomach directly. Last night I went to bed in hunger. Tonight I sleep a nirvanic sleep like all his other bastard cyber-children. He once responded to an email I wrote him, but that post is for another day.
Behind it all
This is simply a space for me to be my weird self, whether or not I am ever original or truly creative. There's a whole philosophical debate raging in my head at the moment about the definitions of these terms and whether or not they can even possibly be applied using the generally accepted definitions.
I am a product of my environment and all your environments which can't help but interact with my weather systems. Cheers to that.
Thanks
So to friends new and old, real-life and internet, and of course real or imagined, I thank you all for past, present, and future inspiration, as the definition of inspiration should include all time designations.
Welcome to Best. Morning. Ever.
Welcome to Best. Morning. Ever.
Every time I compose a new post it will be your best morning ever when you wake up, get your coffee or cola and sit down to read my ideas represented in the form of mostly English words. A morning reading my blog is like a day in the corps. Every meal is a banquet and every paycheck a fortune. Hoo-rah!
This is my new blog where I rave, rant, and rouse while being raw and raucous. This is not the family friendly words that you might generally be appropriate for my travel blog or on the ArmzRace blog. Nope. This is me mean, wicked, pissed, happy, sad, ecstatic, and anything else I might be feeling and thinking. This is where I cultivate my sardonic future-cult followed writer personality as seen on the internet.
This will be basic day-to-day updates on my life as well. Where am I? What's going on in my life? Find those answers here.
The best way for you to keep up with my postings on the various blogs I write and contribute to would be to register and use Google Reader, which is an RSS feed reader. You don't need to know what the hell this means to use it though. I've typed "Google Reader" as a hyperlink to get you started. If you already have a Gmail account, you'll already have a feed reader account. There are other readers available, such as one through Yahoo! mail.
Basically, an RSS feed reader allows users to feed updates from various web sources onto a single page. Let's say you enjoy skimming through six different blogs a week, but sometimes forget one or another. Now you'll be able to see all updates on a single page by using one of these readers.
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