Tuesday, April 22, 2014

What I Think About When I Think About Me.

Self-portrait, with
HI!  I heard that I was going to be mentioned on Robin's Your Daily Dose blog and thought it might be helpful to have a brief introductory post to this blog and my other one so that you know what it is you will soon complain about me in the comments and then eventually forget when you move on to other blogs.  So, in handy list form, here are 11 things you won't like about me:

1.  I write really long posts.  This one, which will probably clock in at about 100,000 words, is an aberration.  Most of my posts have their own zipcode.  They take several years to read.  I had a visit from Proust's ghost once. He hovered over my bed and howled something that sounded like "TL/DR".  I thought that was mean of him.  Lately, I've been trying to shorten them and post more pictures, etc.

2. I don't like you (but don't take it personally.)  Because I don't like anyone.  My Twitter name is @whyihatepeople (follow me here). It's nothing about you, per se.  It's just that you exist, which means at some point you probably will be in front of me in line or behind me on the road or parking too closely to me or perhaps having germs, which I will suspect are now in my Diet Coke (TM). If you really get on my nerves, you'll make my Enemies List, which already contains such villains as "People Who Honk Their Horn" and "Water."

3.  I have kids.  It's amazing that I made it this far into the post without putting up a jillion pictures of them and telling you how cute they are. And then making fun of how they poop.  It's not that you'll hate me because I have kids. It's that you'll hate me because when it's your turn to tell me about your kids, I will not listen. I will be trying to remember the lyrics to Scenes From An Italian Restaurant from Billy Joel.  It was Brenda and Eddie, right?

4.  Most of the posts here are about me but occasionally you will get really superdetailed analyses of some obscure sporting topic, or something else that will baffle you.  Or you'll get stories about kids, and thoughts on society, and overly-long analyses of commercials, and other stuff I think.  Also, I'm going to mention pizza, A LOT.

5. Like this: I like pizza, A LOT.  See? It's already annoying.

6.  I write stories but I don't post them on this blog for reasons I'll suggest are legitimate and/or businesslike but which really amount to superstition and laziness.  The blog where I post my stories is called lit, a place for stories, and you can find it by clicking this link. You won't click that link, but don't feel bad about it.  I forgive you.

7. I go about 3 minutes in between bouts of self-pity in which I complain that people won't click my links, etc., because I don't really understand how the Internet works.  The only equation I ever learned was INTERNET=MONEY/FAME, which is the formula Isaac Newton worked out that means "simply posting stuff on the Internet automatically means everyone will read it and love it and you'll get rich." I believe this 100% to be true.  It is in the Bible.  The reason it doesn't work is because you don't understand complicated math.

7A: I once let a Twinkie sit out in the open for 100 days and then ate it. I posted about that on this blog. That's the kind of quality stuff you've been missing.

8.  I never finish lists.


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Robin said...

I like pizza lot. See, it's already annoying! hahahahaha.

Stephen T. McCarthy said...

>>... I will be trying to remember the lyrics to Scenes From An Italian Restaurant from Billy Joel. It was Brenda and Eddie, right?

Damn! That's a good question.

Yeah, I think so. Brenda and Eddie seems right, but I wouldn't swear to it.

I'm pretty sure about the reds and the whites though. And about all the Catholic girls starting much too late (to make it into the same song).

I enjoyed your story on Robin's blog.

~ D-FensDogg
'Loyal American Underground'

Arlee Bird said...

It sounds like we have a bit in common. We should hang out together so we could not like each other and exist in our separate spaces. Maybe we could go out for pizza. Just keep that damn macaroni pizza on your side of the table. You can try a slice of my superior tasting New York style with onions, banana peppers, and anchovies, but if you want more then order your own.

Wanna hear about my kids?

Wrote By Rote
An A to Z Co-host blog

Sherry Ellis said...

Even though you think I'm not going to like you, I can tell already, I'm going to like you. Glad Robin gave you a shout-out on her blog, or I probably wouldn't have found you!

Andrew Leon said...

I think Lee's idea has merit. We should all go to pizza together, tell them we're a "party" or whatever, and demand separate booths.
That's more for the look on the faces of the pizza workers than trying not to sit together. At least for me.

Liza said...

You haven't scared me away. I not only like pizza. I make it...I'm trying to perfect in, in fact. Never will. Oven doesn't get hot enough. But it's fun to try and you are fun to read.

Liz A. said...

Lists are hard...

mail4rosey said...

lol that you stopped at 8.
I saw your McDonald's post at Robin's and came to wave hello. :)

It was an awesome story.

Rusty Carl said...

Great list! You not liking me takes a huge burden off of me. I've been trying for years, trying to feed your sensitive ego by mentioning you as often as I can on my blog. I've even had people send me private emails asking me to stop talking about you on my blog all the time, that I was weird about it.

So that's what being a stalker is like.

A lame one, and one that can't be bothered to read all your posts, because, honestly, way too long. But the very idea of you is all I really needed to be obsessed.

Again, I'm a busy guy, so I have to filter that obsession into really short bursts, then the rest of the time I don't think about it.

Ugh. I'm doing this wrong, I can feel it. So, yes, I'm a stalker, but one that is too lazy and can't keep up with your content. But a stalker nonetheless.

Andrew Leon said...

Rusty's comment is pretty brilliant.

I like the idea of you...
That's something that needs to be used in some way.

Andrew Leon said...

And being a lazy stalker, too...

Like, I have this idea of some dude standing outside of some chick's house, and she starts getting ready for bed and is, like, half undressed, but she's doing all that stuff that women do and it's taking a long time, so, even though she's half undressed, he can't manage to stay around for the rest. Or he gets caught up in Fruit Ninja or something and forgets to watch.