Blogger Talk

After my last post about my brother, I decided enough was enough and I refused to so much as look at his website.  This lasted a good two weeks or so.  I'm proud of myself.

I did glance at it the other day and my reaction to what I saw seemed to be a sign of improvement on my part.

I laughed.

No, not at the content (as it still fails at funny) but at just how ridiculous his senseless flailing about the internet continues to be.  See, he started paying to advertise his comic, which brought a modicum of traffic to his website.  This resulted in a slight change of pace: instead of having his intellectual shortcomings pointed out by me, indirectly, from another website, Jason now has random strangers leaving comments on his posts ... pointing out his intellectual shortcomings.

What can I say ... it feels like the general public has picked up the mantle of my cause and now I can just sit back and observe (periodically, that is ... I still have no intention of paying that much attention to his website).

One thing that I definitely learned from going back and forth with Jason, is that reading other blogs is a great source of inspiration for my own writing.  That being said, the rest of this post will be dedicated to the people and friends whose writings have inspired me ... in good ways, guys ;)

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Happy birthday, Obsquatch.

A day late, to be sure (mark your calendar for next year: July 12), but Obsy failed to make any kind of huge deal about it.  Maybe because the huge deal was a year ago: the big Three-Oh.

I have to say, after spending a good forty-five minutes stewing on it, I can't say that there is anything remarkable about a 31st birthday.  I guess you can look at it as being one year closer to 40 which is arguably the next significant birthday/milestone in your life and that much closer to a legitamite mid-life crisis and severe bouts of depression for having wasted so much of your life on booze and meaningless Transormers sex.

You can also look at it as an accomplishment.  Granted, I haven't known you for this whole 30th year of your life, but I've definitely seen a small chunk of it.  We first crossed paths at the equally lowest and most freeing point of your year and since then you've been on a consistent climb to a ridiculous high point, going from unemployment when the majority of the country was slipping fast into the government-funded lifestyle, to getting a job (a tast at which many--whom I know personally--have still failed to accomplish) to plunge into the more lucrative and self-satisfying world of self-employment.  You played that block of shows leadign up to Saint Patty's Day, promised to give up beer goggles, promptly went back to the beer goggles, bought an eyepatch, and instituted the Brotherhood of the Royal Blue Headband.

But you've completely failed at getting a girl.  Either you've given up on the heterosexual lifestyle, or you're really, really pathetic.  I know a handful of women who are interested you and at least as many dudes.  You know, if you've given up on the hetersexual lifestyle.

So here's to 31.  The year when you stop playing with your pet snake and go find another chick who will play with your penis while you watch Tranformers cartoons.

A love note for Ibrahim.

Ibrahim's blog was tough to read, this go around.  Not because it was poorly written (it wasn't) but because--as always--I related so strongly with his plight.

Well, mostly.

Ibrahim is a dedicated Muslim and committed to no sex before marriage.  Or something like that.  These two factors, as you can imagine, make a romantic relationship a tough road to start down.  As such, this puts everyone's favorite, friendly Muslim at a bit of cross-roads in anything-but-crazy bachelor lifestyle.

I think that it boils down that he wants a relationship, but the sheer complexity of finding the right person is all but paralyzing and hardly seems worth the effort.  I'm paraphrasing, of course, and over-simplifying the situation ... but I do so to say this, in addition to the comments I left on his blog:

Stay true to yourself, my friend.  Stay true to your passions and pursue your dreams.  If you commit yourself to yourself, everything else has a way of falling into place.

Finally, TheStarvingSoprano.

This might be way outdated by now, but her last few posts were agonizing over the separation with her ex.  Which is fair enough, considering how recently the bandaid was torn from the skin of her romantic life.

There were a couple of comments trumpeting ways to best archive her memories of her ex.  I'm conflicted about this because on one hand, I can understand the concept of preserving those memories.  Later in life, it may be important to be able to go back to them.

But on the other hand ... there's a reason he's an ex.  There's a reason you dumped his sorry ass.  And there's something damn cathartic about excising him from your life completely.

But here's the more important bit of advice that I want to pass on: find something to distract you.  Which is hard right now, because he permeates every moment of your life, so maybe just find someone to help skew your perspective.

Like Ibrahim.

Seriously, you two are PERFECT for each other right now!  Ibrahim is all apprehensive about diving into a real relationship and you probably don't need to be in anything physical right now (let's be realistic here ;)!  You both desperately need a consistent shoulder to lean on and ear to vent to ... it's perfect!

Krumbine, Interwebular Matchmaker.  The seeds have been planted ... now it's time to sit back and see what happens.

Next on my to-do list: convincing the girl who digs Obsy to speak up before I steal him for myself.