Stern Lips

Inside out on the screen,

We chant with our eyes closed.

Frustration and passion prove

A formidable license to durst.

Old words and new meditations

Leave residual effects.

On residue we dwell,

For too long the fantasy is played out.

A bubble bursting is not a laughing matter,

But what if

All we can do to not cry

Is laugh?

NBA Finals 2011

Let's all be honest. Miami is probably going to win. Why? Because we hate them.
I feel like that's generally the case with professional sports. If your team doesn't win then the team you hate the most probably will. As a Red Sox fan and a Yankee-hater, this has happened all too often.

But we all know that the Miami Heat have taken the role of villain to an entirely new level. They've combined the cockiness of the NY Jets and the talent of the NY Yankees (notice a trend - I'm not a big New York sports fan...) and created a love child I like to call "The Three Egos". Though, to be fair, LeBron sets himself apart from Wade and Bosh in that respect. And wow, do I hate them. Don't we all...

At the beginning of the season, I wasn't ready to hate the Heat yet. I was still sore from last years final in which my Boston Celtics lost by a slim margin in game 7 to the fucking Lakers. It was intriguing though: I'd never been in a situation as a pro sports fan in which I had two teams to hate. Sure, I only rooted for the home team, but I only really hated one team at a time. But then came along 2011. Whereas I hated the Lakers because they've basically been our biggest rival since acquiring Garnett and Allen a few years back, I began to hate the Heat because, well, they were cocky assholes. They still are.

LeBron literally pounds his chest like an idiot every time he dunks the ball. Like...come on. You're paid millions of dollars to make those shots dude. Don't act like you've conquered Everest every time you cash in a couple points. There's having a game face and then there's posing for the cameras.
I guess they were doomed from the start, though. "I'm bringing my talents to South Beach". What a freaking ass. Then they had that massive Pep Rally with guns blazing and fans roaring as if they'd already won the finals together.

I guess, as a New England sports fan, I've always appreciated letting the game do the talking. Between the Pats, the Sox, the B's and the Celtics, we have some seriously classy guys. So, when I see assholes like LeBron and Rex Ryan trying to talk their way into the spot light, it starts to annoy me.

I guess we'll have to wait and see. I hope Dirk and the Mavs can man up, even if their owner is a total douche bag. Please, don't let the Heat win. Don't encourage their superior douche-dom. Show them that a ring requires more than a WWE-like preseason pep-rally and a salary cap that could probably buy Manhattan.

P.S. Excuse the abrupt shift from my Lewis Black-like ranting to an NBA Finals Preview/condemnation. I guess this kind of plays into the idea that I'm going to use this blog to write what I feel like writing? But again, who's reading?

I think the World is going places (Actually no sarcasm there).

Hey everyone, two blog posts in two days, eh? Look at me go.
When we left off, I didn't really know what to write about in this blog. I realize that I came across like a smart ass who thinks he's got life figured out. But please know that I consider myself a commoner, just like everyone else. I'm not just another apathetic kid in my generation. You know, the one that's going to bring an end to the world as we know it? Right.
So what I've decided is that I'm going to let this blog serve an autobiographical purpose. No, I'm not going to tell you dumb twitter shit like what I ate for lunch or how T.O.'d I was that I slept through my alarm. Because, yeah that's just stupid. I don't even care about that so you sure as hell don't either.
No, instead I'm going to let this blog be whatever I want it to be at any given point. I know this probably won't do wonders for readers who enjoy consistency in their blogs, but what the hell, I'm probably going to end up being the only one who reads this shit anyways so, fuck off.

First off, I just want to say that I'm not trying to sound like a "fight the powers that be"/"stick it to the man" kind of guy. So, if at any point I do sound like that, sorry. Maybe you're reading what I'm saying incorrectly.
I have a bunch of friends who say they're interested in politics, but I think that's bullshit. I remember when I was "into" politics. I thought it was cool to have an opinion about serious stuff and it made me sound smart and it let me win arguments about stupid shit. Politics have become so ridiculous now, though. It's like a big game of chicken, more so than anything else. I feel like people only continue to argue their points because they don't want the other people to have the satisfaction of winning the argument. Like, for example, sometimes people are proven wrong, and they know that they've been proven wrong, so they decide to pretend that they were actually arguing about something entirely different and insignificant all along. Anything they can do to win an argument, I guess. Don't get me wrong, I fully took part in this crap at one point.
The irony of it is that there is no winning in politics. It's like putting fire and ice in a room together and saying, "Now, neither of you are leaving this room until you agree about what a good temperature is."

But I'm already annoying myself by talking about all of this. I feel like a million other bloggers, all giving their two cents about the wrongs of the world - as if putting it on the internet makes it matter.

Why do I even have a blog? All I do is make fun of blogs. Maybe I'm just realizing now that (perhaps) blogs are a good thing? Maybe I represent everything that's wrong in the world after all? Here I am bitching about people who think their opinions mean anything. I think I am a cynic at heart. I generally consider myself to be a pretty nice guy but, damnit, things just tend to annoy me I suppose.

I realize so far that my blog has been painfully boring, so I'll try and sex it up next time.

My Blogging Virginity

So, I'm going to start my first blog ever with the word, "So."
To be honest, I've been somewhat against these things since they first came out. I don't know - I guess the idea that some people think that the entire internet gives a damn about what they have to say kind of annoys me. But, alas, here I am, barking right up that alley. In my defense I would actually prefer having nobody read this blog rather than having everyone read this blog. What the hell do I know about anything? I don't even have a drivers' license... It's a joke that I can vote.
So then what's my reason for starting this blog? Well, some girl was talking about how she blogs a bunch so I decided to humor her and say things like "Wow, you know now that you say it, it doesn't sound absolutely stupid." Regardless of how I got here, the important thing is that I am here: Tired, lonely and out of my element at 2:13 A.M. on a Sunday (technically). Bored as fuck (As if there was any doubt after acknowledging that it's only "technically" a Sunday?)
I'm sure you're thinking, "So why the hell should I read what you have to say?"
I get it. Your time is precious and you're much better than I am because you know how blogs "work". Why should you even waste your time reading my blog if I haven't even determined what the fuck my blog is even going to be about (which, by the way, I haven't done). I guess I just decided that I like writing and hearing my own voice just like all of those other douches who have been keeping websites like this one alive for far too long.
I'm really not an angry person. I'm aware that I have, for some reason, only come across as a self-deprocating cynic, apparently furious with everything lame in this world. But don't get me wrong, I understand the many fruits that come with global communication and data sharing and cyber hand-holding or whatever. I have grown up in the tech-saavy generation, after all.

So maybe rather than dwell on the fact that I am grossly unqualified to write a blog, I should instead start thinking about what this blog should be about? Or, better yet, maybe I should ask you what I should write about? Does that seem too peachy: using a classic technique to engage the reader after I've clearly exposed myself as a fraud? Probably.
Well, I guess I'll just take this blog for what it is: Insert Topic Here.
I suggest you do the same.