I Have Nothing

**I Have Nothing is by Whitney Houston. I guess she used to be cool. I think she totally sucks...sucks coke up her nose, that is. She sucks and so does her husband. Anyway, I give her no horns because she SUCKS***

Did nothing of importance today. Made myself broke by paying bills, watched baseball (we lost, SUCK), went to band practice, went to Pop's with the guys to promote the show, came home, and that's where I am now.

I was reading the online version of my former university's newspaper. It's called the Maneater. (Our mascot was a Tiger -- hence, the maneater). I found a very interesting article on blogging, written by columnist Matt Pierson in his column, Apocalyptic Masterpiece. First, let me say that Matt's been there for a long time. He was there when I was, and I've been out for going on 2 years. I don't agree with a lot he says, but he makes some funny points. so, here's the blogging article by Matt Pierson

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I assume several thousand people (all right, maybe six — six people definitely) actually care about what I write. Of course, sometimes I abuse that privilege. Sheep grapefruit yogurt spelunking. See? That sentence made no sense, but you still read it.

People who read this column on a regular basis (defined as “ever”) know I have a big head. Not just anatomically either, although my skull does appear to have a bowling ball inside it. I’ve got a big ego.

So it was only natural I would take my ego and my writing to the realm of online blogging. Blogs, for those of you who just arrived in a DeLorean from 1985, are essentially people’s online diaries. They’re journals where you can be attuned to the day-to-day details of your friends’ lives.

Typically, they’ll have a clever title your friend has thought up such as, “Sitting in the Stall with Stephanie.” You’ll learn things about your friends such as their stances on the election, how they view current events and that they are really boring people. You’d think access to a person’s innermost thoughts would be a great gift. Hell, I thought I was going to become a mind reader. I was going to be Dear Abby, with evil intentions.

This was nicer than the time I stole my sister’s diary and found out she liked Bobby Jenkins. Even better, I won’t get grounded for reading a blog.

But, the blog is instead a curse. You learn your friends will write about absolutely pointless stuff. And you begin to question why you’re friends with someone who wrote three paragraphs about pizza.

In case you haven’t seen a blog, let me enlighten you with a typical posting:

Rick’s House of Awesome

ZZZZ

I did a bunch of stuff yesterday, perhaps you’ll hear about it later.

In the meantime: music.

fed to you by Rick, 1:58 p.m.

The mind tickles with possibilities after reading that posting. What sort of “stuff” was done yesterday? Will I really hear about it later? And why is Rick feeding me? Unfortunately, when you read up on your friends, you start to lose interest in them. You already know everything they’ve been up to. Your conversations become replays of their blog.

Me: What’s going on dude?

Rick: Zzzzz.

Me: What’d you do this weekend?

Rick: I did a bunch of stuff yesterday.

Me: Like what?

Rick: Perhaps I’ll tell you later.

Me: Ok. Where are you going?

Rick: Music.

Naturally, if my friends were posting such hackneyed crap for the world to see, I decided to throw my hat in the blogging mix. After setting up my blog, Pierson Pandemonium, I eagerly began posting. The whole world would be illuminated by my tales. And I could link my site to pictures of Lindsay Lohan.

After I set up my own blog though, I got bored. I was spending more time writing about what I had done than actually going and doing things.

Blogging might be the wave of the future, but I’m going to leave my surfboard behind for now. All is not lost, however. Sure, I have a lot of stories to tell, but I decided you can’t post everything in life. Some things you just have to start telling people in person. And I can carry these Lindsay Lohan pictures around to show people."

That' s all.

Kisses and hugs,
HIZZLE

Music : "War Metal" by Barathrum
Link : above