I Would Like to Know

Well, it’s 11:30  on a Sunday night and as far as I can tell, nobody’s done or said anything particularly newsworthy all day, of course there’s the terrible typhoon in The Philippines but there’s not really much I can say about that that hasn’t been said, there are no two sides to this, to say, deliberately, “Typhoons are good!” just because everybody else says they are a great tragedy would be stupid, and somewhat evil.

And, since the one thing I don’t want to write about in this blog is the same thing everybody else is writing about, the one thing I never want to say is what everybody else is saying, I will leave the Earthquake alone.

I would like to know, however, why is it that whenever I write a poem on a comment thread,  and by poem I mean something that  rhymes, it totally kills the thread, amputates that sucker right at the ankles, cauterizes the wound, and leaves that sucker hanging like a turtle on a fencepost.

I would like to know what people’s obsession is with cats.  They are just animals, and not particularly responsive animals.  Why are they preferred to rabbits, which are also fluffy and have similar personalities?  In fact, they have exactly the same personality.  As do guinea pigs, slugs, sloths, and moss growing on the sides of trees.  They sit there.  And look fluffy.  Well, except for the slugs and the moss.

I would like to know why people are still getting caught sending racist, sexist and otherwise really obviously offensive e-mails.  Have they not been paying attention?

Seriously, if you have been using the internet for more than a day, you should know better than to post that kind of shit.

I would like to know why I can’t do the normal, intelligent thing and write my blog at 6 or 7 in the evening so I don’t need to go through this last minute not-having-a-topic so just writing any old damned thing.

See you tomorrow.