Hello Ladies and Gentlemen

It's been nine years since I last posted anything on this blog. I've recently revisited it. It has rarely crossed my mind since. Nonetheless, I felt a nostalgic desire to return and take a look. I have to say, I'm embarrassed by much that is on here (especially the bad grammar and run-on sentences), but am proud of a few posts, especially my fake interviews. They still hold up. I will admit though, too much of my output here was derivative. However, it is interesting to see my writing skills improve over time. Indeed, my life has changed a great deal since that summer before 11th grade. I'm now 26 (it feels strange typing that here). I live in the suburbs now, and I have a college degree along with this thing called a job. In any case, when I started writing this post, I did so out of pure nostalgia. However, perhaps I will do some new writing on here. Honestly, I don't feel comfortable discussing serious topics on here, for whatever reason. But maybe I will dump some thoughts and ideas, and dare I say, ramblings, for the sake of catharsis. Or maybe not. I make no promises yet. Daily Ramblings, 2.0? Edit: given that I can't figure out quickly how to create paragraphs despite my spacing in the typing box, perhaps I won't write anything else. Oh, well. Lol.

Just a pop-in

I honestly don't know why I keep coming back. Maybe it's nostalgia. But I came back this particular instance to look for the video of the kid jumping on the horse in the field. On Youtube it's been flagged for some BS reason. There's nothing inappropriate, except maybe the kid attempting suicide by being an idiot. Strangely, it's perfectly watchable here. But in looking around at my old dusty web page, I got a feeling of "What a loser I must have been!". I noticed my surprisingly poor grammar, and the fact that I talked about nothing. Yeah, I know it was the point, but I should have known that no one gave a crap. I think it did know that, but I don't know, whatever. It's like most people with blogs, thinking people will want to read their opinions. I do read some blogs, but they talk about interesting things. Genuinely interesting things, or if they don't, then they have an interesting perspective on things. I don't have either. Also, now that blogger has a tracker, I know who comes here now. Almost no one. There was 1 view yesterday, but I don't know if that was a person or an internet crawler. So I'm probably typing to no one. But like I said, this is more of a nostalgia post. I think this blog started dying when I ended the weekly video thing. I felt that my music tastes had gotten to extreme and/or underground for most people, and I was tired of hunting down videos. But I didn't have anything to talk about to replace it. Plus it just became a chore to update this place regularly. So I sort of abandoned it. I still want to talk about things, but I think I have a new goal. I'm thinking of maybe starting a blog for serious things. Or at least, opinions that aren't usually about food and TV, and aren't so tongue in cheek. Things with an interesting perspective. One thing I've learned over the years, is that no one cares about what you write on a blog, blogs have been replaced by a few of what I call "super-sites". Things like Youtube, Facebook, and such. So unless you have an interesting thing to say. You'll get nowhere. And even then it will tough. So I guess this is more of a good bye. I think I'll just permanently abandon this place. So for the final time, good bye.

What do people want me to talk about?

So, I'm here, and I'm not going to lie, I had pretty much abandoned this place, largely because I ran out of things to talk about, without breaking my tradition of "nothing serious". I mean, there's only so much food to talk about, and my music tastes have gotten too obscure for most people, so I don't talk about that anymore either. And theres only so much random stuff you could write about before realizing how useless it is, especially since I have no idea if anyone reads this, or will even check back to read this. However, the recent unexpected wave of comments I received have inspired me, so here's the deal; I will keep writing if you give me a topic to talk about. It doesn't really matter what it is. I look forward to hearing some ideas.

B-A-C-K that spells back! (a true rambling)

Yes, I'm back after 4 a month absence. I know it's called Daily Ramblings, but lately things haven't been anywhere near daily. I don't know if anyone still reads this, but if you do happen to be checking up, this time it was not in vain. And I thank you for sticking with this. Anyway, today I'm going to be discussing a subject that many...You know, I don't know what I'm going to talk about...I've bought 16 albums in about a months time, no joke, and a few days ago I got chili up my nose, hmmmm, you know about...you know, it doesn't matter, because in between those 3 periods right there, another month just went by, it's the end of February now, the 23rd, and still I have nothing. More people have been reading this, and I owe it to them to talk about things, meaningful things, but nothing here I've ever talked about is meaningful really. I mean, right now, I'm literally talking about nothing, it's a conversation about nothing. But what could I talk about? Well, Joey thinks my opinion of hot pockets is wrong, and that he won't read things that are too long to him, but if he actually read this, he'd know I was talking about him. Just like I'm going to talk about war. War is a divisive subject, as we all know. But what about war? Who has them? and why? Actually, I'm not going to think that much right now, plus I've always said I wouldn't talk about serious topics on here, so I won't. But I don't want to talk about food again. How about the fact that the sun is shining and it's still cold? What's up with that? The sun is hot, the air is not? Why is this? I'm no meteorologist...oh, wait, I know what's even better, people who drive with their brights on? They are so bright aren't they?...the people that is, their bright, for driving with their brights on. There you are driving down a curvy, deserted road at night, and some idiot comes barreling around with his brights on. I mean, those are blinding, and that's bull, I mean, what if some deer jumped out right in front of you right as that happened? Now you've got deer blood all over your nice car, not to mention what the deer hitting your car did to it. All because someone didn't know what to do. Well, I'm going to wrap this up now, or else some people might not read it.
-Ich habe kein leben.

Bread at school

Yes, I'm back! This blog isn't dead yet, not by a long shot. Tonight I'm going to be ranting on something that really irritates me. The bread at school, in the cafeteria. It's so good! Today I had some garlic toast, and it was positively slammin'. (I wish I could use stronger language to describe it, but the kids, you know.) I mean, the butter and the garlic, freakin sweet! Oh, and the dinner rolls. As if they weren't straight from the wheat fields. What a treat! Those things rule! But those jerks only let me have one! They let you have more entrees if you can pay for it, but not more sides? Why? Wheres the sense in that? If I have the money and you've got the bread, then it's win-win right? See, this is what you get from government bureaucrats, at any level really. Man wants bread, and he can't get more! Whats up with that? You know, since I'm talking about the injustices of the school cafeterias, why don't we talk about the negligence of not having salt and pepper? Back in grade school I'd always wanted salt and pepper, some foods just seem to require it. But they never gave us any! Now I'm in high school, I'm 16, and these people still don't give me any salt or pepper! Do they not trust me with it? If they're so worried about kids unscrewing the tops, then get the kind they have at McDonalds? Those can't be unscrewed. I remember back in grade school taking packets of salt and pepper from fast food places and bringing them to school. I shouldn't have to go out of my way to be provided quality seasoning. Seriously. Whats even worse, I hear they used to have salt and pepper about 3 or 4 years ago. But then they got rid of it! Why? No salt, no pepper, no extra bread! Where's my service? Where's the justice? I'll tell you, in the tasty bread that I'm willing to pay for, that's where! Later.

Microwavable steaks

So who here has ever had a microwavable steak? Show of hands now! Anyone? No, noone? Well consider yourself freakin' lucky, cause there terrible. Look, it's been years since i've had one, but from what I remember, I didn't like it. You know how real steaks are all juicy and tender and taste good? Not these. There's like, no moisture. If I remember right, it tastes kinda chewy and bad. This doesn't just include microwavable steaks that are supposed to be microwaved, but also leftovers. Please, don't microwave it. Well, this was alot shorter than I was expecting, but I guess thats all there is to say about that.

The friend zone

So, I know I haven't written for months, but I'm here and today, I'm gonna be talking about the friend zone...No wait, I mean the ******* friend zone. For those of you who might be unfamiliar with the friend zone, it's this thing women use to exclude you as a potential date, forever. That is such bull, you get to know her too well, she'll just consider you a friend and nothing more. Whats up with that? I cannot tell you how many time girls have given me that line, "Oh, your a great guy, it's just..." It's just what honey?! That you just want to be friends? You gots to be kidding me! Take it from me, the friend zone is one of the worst zones in the world, right behind The Demilitarized Zone. The friend zone is not a friendly zone dang it! I'll probably add to this post later, but bottom line is, the friend zone...uh, what I said, not a good place to be.

Hot Pockets

So once or twice at school they tried to feed us "Pizza pockets" which I think were pizza hot pockets. They suck. It's so fake and plasticy. The cheese is like a mustard! Seriously! This stuff better digest. The disgrace to food and food products caused by these (as Jim Gaffigan calls them) "Dhiarrea pockets" is indeed unbelievable. Mr.Gaffigan was right (although not very funny, as a stand up comedian) when he said the directions should be "Open package, place directly into toilet) and it's true, sometimes you could be burned by this stuff too, because it can cook unevenly. Not to mention the unnessisary crunchiness needed to get to the inner parts. I can totally picture it (Crunch) "Bleh, theres no meat! No Cheese! It's all crunch and no lunch!" (bites more) "Aww, it's barely even warm!" (Bites even more) "Aoowwwwww! Oh crap! It's hot! My tounge!" Bottom line, is that hot pockets are terrible.

The end of the school year

I'm tired of school. You know how the end of the year is supposed to be fun? Well there shoving another big test at us, every one is sick of each other. The tension is in the air. School should be fun. I remember previous years we didnt have some stupid EOC test. It was a fun time of no homework, little classwork and laid back school days. Now we have this. It's sort of ridiculous. This is a bad time to give us a big test.

Desks at school

Whats up with desks at school? The chair and the desk part are all connected. Whats with that? When I want to put my head down by scooting my chair back I can't. Thats stupid. When I'm constrained by a cheap peice of iron or whatever that breaks easy. Wont let a man scoot his chair out. What the heck? It's like, i'm hunched in this little space, it's gonna give me back problems. Okay, maybe i'd get those if I scoot my chair out and hunch over, but it doesn't help probably. One thing that I also don't like, is if theres no tray to put my feet in, or it's too high to put my feet in, that ain't right! Bottom line is, the desks we use suck, they break easy-ish, their too confining, and some of them don't have a tray to put my feet in. But enough of my summarizing, that isn't ranting material. But remember, cheap crappy "desks" that are just plywood attatched to a plastic chair cause bad things to comfort!