Showing posts with label Batman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Batman. Show all posts
20 July 2008
12 July 2008
It's true. All of it. Every word.
Fine. I'll just get this out of they way.
I am the biggest Batman fan you know and I can barely contain myself.
Yes. Yes, I have tickets for midnight Thursday. Yes. I am kind of fucking thrilled that my first movie living in New York is The Dark Knight.
Yes. Yes, I have a Batman figure that I got out of a box of Cheerios.
I am the biggest Batman fan you know and I can barely contain myself.
Yes. Yes, I have tickets for midnight Thursday. Yes. I am kind of fucking thrilled that my first movie living in New York is The Dark Knight.
Yes. Yes, I have a Batman figure that I got out of a box of Cheerios.
23 March 2008
It's an important question to answer ...
"holy long title, batman."
-- someone on seeing my new blog address
"bookmark it."
-- me
Well, it's a question I generally ask myself all the time. I think it's important to pause in your life and think, "How the fuck did I get here?" I mean. It can be rhetorical. Sometimes, I don't really want to answer. Sometimes, I'm unable to actually answer how the fuck I got there. Here. Whichever.
And, not only is it not always about geography, but, it's not always a bad thing. Growing up in the middle of nowhere, you're not really supposed to go anywhere. So when I find myself at the Rose Bowl or Times Square or the College World Series or on the Austin City Limits stage or in a church pew with the governor, I often think, "How the fuck did I get here?"
Yeah, I drop thought f-bombs in church. Don't you?
Kris Kristofferson says, "Why me, lord? What have I ever done? To deserve even one of the blessings you've shown."
And I say, "How the fuck did I get here?"
Which is totally different from the "How the fuck did I get here?" times. Like when I found myself at an A&M-OU football game. Rooting for a giant meteor. Or an Old Testament smiting.
So internetically speaking, how the F did I get here?
Well, I started a blog in 2003. Only problem being it was on a site named after me. And, sometimes, I don't always want all my opinions and rants associated with my name. (read: during a job search)
So, the first of the year, I moved it to my MySpace page. Two problems with that:
1. MySpace sucks. Seriously, it's the KMart of websites. Only shittier.
2. I realized my dad's coworkers don't really need to see all the times I (usually drunkenly) whine like a 12 year old girl.
So, that's probably the easiest how the F did I get here that I've ever answered.
-- someone on seeing my new blog address
"bookmark it."
-- me
Well, it's a question I generally ask myself all the time. I think it's important to pause in your life and think, "How the fuck did I get here?" I mean. It can be rhetorical. Sometimes, I don't really want to answer. Sometimes, I'm unable to actually answer how the fuck I got there. Here. Whichever.
And, not only is it not always about geography, but, it's not always a bad thing. Growing up in the middle of nowhere, you're not really supposed to go anywhere. So when I find myself at the Rose Bowl or Times Square or the College World Series or on the Austin City Limits stage or in a church pew with the governor, I often think, "How the fuck did I get here?"
Yeah, I drop thought f-bombs in church. Don't you?
Kris Kristofferson says, "Why me, lord? What have I ever done? To deserve even one of the blessings you've shown."
And I say, "How the fuck did I get here?"
Which is totally different from the "How the fuck did I get here?" times. Like when I found myself at an A&M-OU football game. Rooting for a giant meteor. Or an Old Testament smiting.
So internetically speaking, how the F did I get here?
Well, I started a blog in 2003. Only problem being it was on a site named after me. And, sometimes, I don't always want all my opinions and rants associated with my name. (read: during a job search)
So, the first of the year, I moved it to my MySpace page. Two problems with that:
1. MySpace sucks. Seriously, it's the KMart of websites. Only shittier.
2. I realized my dad's coworkers don't really need to see all the times I (usually drunkenly) whine like a 12 year old girl.
So, that's probably the easiest how the F did I get here that I've ever answered.
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