Two blog posts in a matter of weeks? What can I say, I have time. Today’s post is about a subject that’s near and dear to anyone’s heart who lives around the DC Metro area. No, not the State of the Union or why or Chinatown is only one block. I’m talking about our fine Metro system! I realize outsiders traveling to our fair city are likely puzzled by our unique system, so I thought I would help everyone out with a Beginner’s Guide. If you need to know how to tackle that escalator or curious as to why your cell phone doesn’t work in the tunnel, please check it out here! Feel free to send some feedback, share it around, etc. I write these for you. And my boredom. But mainly for my boredom.
While you’re at it, make sure to check out my other blog posts dedicated to the underlying depression found in terrible snack foods, why men fear feminists and the quality of Hulk Hogan cartoons. I promise you, I’m quite clever.
Also as a sidebar, I took the time to reformat each of these blog posts to make them easier to read. You’re nice enough to read this drivel, you don’t deserve eye strain on top of it. Right?
After more than 6 months of silence, I’m happy to say that I was finally able to get the time to write a new blog post. This is much lighter than my last one about #YesAllWomen (though considering how the world has been shaping for the past few months, don’t be shocked if another semi-serious one comes around). This isn’t about violence or sexism or racism. No, this jolly post is about despair. Specifically, it’s about the existential despair found in terrible snack foods.
The Dali Lama once said “Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.” This is further proof that the Dali Lama has never eaten food from a 7-11. To read about my soul’s wrestling match with insulting snack flavors, click here!
Feel free to read, comment, share, what have you. And please, do enjoy my misery. If enough people enjoy it, maybe I’ll write about something else I put in my mouth. Also, if you haven’t before, make sure to read my posts about why men are so defensive about misogyny and a terrible wrestling cartoon from the 80’s. I promise you, they’re quite good.
So along with talking about silly things on my new blog, I want to use it as a forum to occasionally express my opinion about some serious topics. And after the USCB shooting last weekend, there has been a lot of talk about misogyny in our culture. I don’t know if my opinion is original or even valid, but where else am I going to bitch about it? If you care to read my take on it, please read my latest post over on The Peanut Gallery here and feel free to sound off in the comments section.
If this is too heavy for you, I promise a new Saturday Morning Sludge next week.
Today I’m introducing a new feature to the site. Often times different thoughts and observations tend to run through my head. Rather than keep them to myself and let them slowly destroy me from the inside, I’m happy to announce a new blog section called The Peanut Gallery. It’s going to be a general blog with musings of the world. However, to start off with a bang, I’m posting a hopefully soon-to-be long running segment called Saturday Morning Sludge. With it, I’ll be taking a look at some of the worst Saturday Morning cartoon shows from the 80s. We had many good quality cartoons from that decade, and oh so many shit ones. So check out my first one for Hulk Hogan’s Rock ‘n’ Wrestling. How can a rock and wrestling cartoon have very little of either, but still include bagpipes and zombies? You’ll just have to see for yourself.
I hope everyone enjoys it. If they do, I’ll attempt to keep this as a bi-weekly segment along with any other rants, raves, gibes and gambols that I feel like venting about.
Also, while I have your ear, make sure to check me out for both the Source Festival in June and the Fringe Festival in July. Check out my calendar for dates, and make sure to follow me on the Twitters for all the fun updates.