Hey friends. I know I haven't written in a while, but something has been irking me lately.
I was walking down the street and counting my steps between cracks in the pavement because I inherently prefer them to be an even number when I remembered something: That behavior is obsessive-compulsive.
While I do think that the behavior of people with OCD is fascinating, and to some degree completely mesmerizing, it's got nothing to do with what I want to call to attention here.
A ton of people have obsessive compulsive traits, whether it's hand-washing, putting on clothing in a certain order, or refusing to walk out a different door that you walked in (I think there's a silly sex joke in here somewhere, I'm just not gonna go for it right now), and all these things are fine by me.
But here's what gets me.
Some of you assholes will compulsively do something in front of me and then apologize and say "Ugh, sorry, I'm really OCD."
No you're not.
You are not Obsessive-compulsive Disorder.
You may have tendencies relating to it or have symptoms of the disorder, but you are not a disorder.
Stop being dumb.
Learn to use words.
Of course, maybe this is all a compulsion of mine, but if you take issue with that, kindly shut up.
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Twitter(o) Killed the Blog(eo) Star
How weird is it to title a blog post after something that is effectively eliminating my post frequency? (not to mention reaching really hard for a Buggles reference)
On a scale of 1-this picture, it's solidly in the Ricky Williams wearing a wedding dress range.
But how did this happen? I originally resisted Twitter...what changed?
Shaq came to Cleveland. That's what changed.
I got on Twitter because I had heard that Shaq would do silly things like give out tickets to fans who found him based on his tweets. I heard he did this kind of thing on a semi-regular basis and I thought it was awesome. Once he was traded to the Cavaliers, I caved. I wanted the chance to be a part of that kind of tomfoolery.
Something happened in the months that followed...I started enjoying the process of tweeting.
It becomes a challenge for me to try to not say incredibly mundane things - or at least not most of the time. I try to be entertaining, although I try to do so without copying anyone else's jokes/style/premises.
As a result of all this, I now tweet a veritable crapload of times per day (I'm guessing close to 10, I don't want to look and find out it's way more than that) about things that I hope other people find interesting. This has killed my blogging.
After spending my entire life being overly wordy and descriptive about everything, Twitter has afforded me the challenge of trying to condense my thoughts into 140 characters despite my habit of using roughly 140 characters in a standard sentence...I've never been a fan of that subject/verb/object/punctuation simplistic bullshit.
I guess the point I'm trying to make is that Twitter is a new release for my random thoughts. Instead of expounding on them in a blog entry, I've taken to shrinking them for tweets. It's not good or bad, it just is at this point.
As it stands, Twitter is the sexy mistress to my mildly attractive blog-wife. It's the Sandra Bullock to my tattooed wench.
Wait, what? He was married to Sandra Bullock and banged that fuh-reak?? Is he retarded?? Am I missing something here? Cheated on her (who looks good in nothing-special-about-that-picture pictures) with her. That's a real picture, folks. Seriously, even if you don't click any of the other links here, do that one. It's eye-opening.
Now that, my friends, makes you wonder...
On a scale of 1-this picture, it's solidly in the Ricky Williams wearing a wedding dress range.
But how did this happen? I originally resisted Twitter...what changed?
Shaq came to Cleveland. That's what changed.
I got on Twitter because I had heard that Shaq would do silly things like give out tickets to fans who found him based on his tweets. I heard he did this kind of thing on a semi-regular basis and I thought it was awesome. Once he was traded to the Cavaliers, I caved. I wanted the chance to be a part of that kind of tomfoolery.
Something happened in the months that followed...I started enjoying the process of tweeting.
It becomes a challenge for me to try to not say incredibly mundane things - or at least not most of the time. I try to be entertaining, although I try to do so without copying anyone else's jokes/style/premises.
As a result of all this, I now tweet a veritable crapload of times per day (I'm guessing close to 10, I don't want to look and find out it's way more than that) about things that I hope other people find interesting. This has killed my blogging.
After spending my entire life being overly wordy and descriptive about everything, Twitter has afforded me the challenge of trying to condense my thoughts into 140 characters despite my habit of using roughly 140 characters in a standard sentence...I've never been a fan of that subject/verb/object/punctuation simplistic bullshit.
I guess the point I'm trying to make is that Twitter is a new release for my random thoughts. Instead of expounding on them in a blog entry, I've taken to shrinking them for tweets. It's not good or bad, it just is at this point.
As it stands, Twitter is the sexy mistress to my mildly attractive blog-wife. It's the Sandra Bullock to my tattooed wench.
Wait, what? He was married to Sandra Bullock and banged that fuh-reak?? Is he retarded?? Am I missing something here? Cheated on her (who looks good in nothing-special-about-that-picture pictures) with her. That's a real picture, folks. Seriously, even if you don't click any of the other links here, do that one. It's eye-opening.
Now that, my friends, makes you wonder...
Monday, November 17, 2008
Re-introduction
To the world, I'm reintroducing this blog in an entirely new light. In the past I was all about pretending to blog about sports because I love sports, but I've found myself musing an awful lot lately...so why not write these things down?
For instance: different people have thought capacities at different levels - it's hard to disagree. Some people are simply gifted and have the ability to think at a higher level than others...however, the truly gifted are the ones who have the ability to fluctuate between levels of thought, aren't they?
The point here is that being smart isn't enough: the real gift is being able to communicate to those who think beneath you. It's not easy, in fact, it's most likely one of the most nerve-wracking things one can do, but the dirty little secret is that those who are not as smart as yourself still play pivotal roles in your life. Whether they are the person selling you a house, the person you work for, or the person who tucks you in at night, they're a part of your life which you can't ignore.
It doesn't do any good to resent people who don't have a gift for higher thought, so why is it so nearly impossible to think in such a way?
...makes you wonder.
For instance: different people have thought capacities at different levels - it's hard to disagree. Some people are simply gifted and have the ability to think at a higher level than others...however, the truly gifted are the ones who have the ability to fluctuate between levels of thought, aren't they?
The point here is that being smart isn't enough: the real gift is being able to communicate to those who think beneath you. It's not easy, in fact, it's most likely one of the most nerve-wracking things one can do, but the dirty little secret is that those who are not as smart as yourself still play pivotal roles in your life. Whether they are the person selling you a house, the person you work for, or the person who tucks you in at night, they're a part of your life which you can't ignore.
It doesn't do any good to resent people who don't have a gift for higher thought, so why is it so nearly impossible to think in such a way?
...makes you wonder.
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