Push It

I've not-so-secretly secretly been building my web site redesign for this site over the past couple months and recently discovered the secrets of publishing to your own domain using blogger. As it turns out, I'm retarded and it's really not that complicated. I'm happy to explain the process in detail to anybody who's interested.

But those kinds of blog posts are boring as shit and I hate them.

Anyways, I've really missed having a place to express myself and say and do whatever I please. For someone like me, having a creative outlet is like oxygen. Otherwise stuff like the absurdity of dragon cock tattoos, exploding farts and douche bagging just spins around in my head.

"Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something."

Thanks Plato! You've summed up my entire existence in an apt yet biting sentence.

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On a side-note: I've read multiple so-called expert blogging guides that say your title should basically spell out the tome of your blog entry, rather than being clever or interesting or thought provoking. Professional bloggers are so fucking lame it hurts me.

If I listened to those boring dickwads, the title of this entry would be something like: "After Months Of Development Which All Fell Through I finally Launched My New Web Site Design And By The Way This Morning There Was A Rat In The Pool"

Right. That was the other thing I was going to talk about. The Dead Rat Floating in the Pool

Actually it's not so much floating anymore but rather a rat carcass sitting at the bottom of the pool.

Now that's class.

This is supposedly an upscale West Hollywood neighborhood. I didn't think that kind of shit happened, or at least they worked to cover it up a little quicker. Get on the ball bitches! You're offending my delicate sensibilities. I know there are rats in the city. That doesn't mean I want to see them -- wet, bloated and dead -- from my balcony. Thanks.