July 9th, 2010 at 4:36 am by Mark
Tags: dailyshite, gay, humor, media, photos, sarcasm, writing
Three cheers to Copy Editing. It just doesn’t get much better than this.
Apparently, that tired Gay must be dissappointed in the last Presidential election, too…
Tip: Well deserved kudos to Sara @ DailyShite for this incredible find.
January 3rd, 2009 at 2:00 pm by Glenn
Tags: estrogen, humor, reading, sarcasm, sociology, writing
I love to read. I rarely put down a book. But it happens. Usually after I realize it was written by a woman. Sorry, does that make me sexist? No? I didn’t think so either. It’s just that … well in real life women talk too much. Really. You do, and in too much detail. This is where it bleeds into a woman’s authoring skills. Just too many thoughts and feelings for me to process and give a shit about. So much so, that it sort of, well it pisses me off. Instead of reading why so and so decided why she was going to go the beach at J Street instead of L Street, I’d much rather know her cup size and know that she is going to the beach. And lets just hope she isn’t fat and ugly. Which would of course beg the question as to why a guy would write about a fat ugly girl going to the beach in the first place…
So where is this coming from? Let me tell you.
This morning I am reading Boobsday written in 2007 by Christopher Buckley and on page 66, 4th paragraph, 8th line down, first word is “mainframe”! Mainframe? Really? In 2007, this guy writes a book about a blogger who is using a mainframe? Holy shit.
Congratulations Chris, I have put down your book and in my opinion, you have joined the ranks of the women writers who can’t write for shit. You are a pussy and are to be ever refered to as Christina. You dillhole. [Note – I decided to read the next few chapters of this book to see if he really meant to say mainframe. I am giving him the benefit of the doubt, but only because ‘Thank You For Smoking’ was such a great film.]
August 12th, 2008 at 6:51 pm by Mark
Tags: creativity, letdown, music, writing
Scribbled on the backs of receipts and folded up in my wallet, a text message to myself, calling a friend to send me an e-mail with a few cryptic phrases… That’s how it starts. And when I look at the words later, I get that feeling again, and I write it all down in its entirety.
That’s how most of my music has started out… But then I get to the spot where I’m not happy with the music, but the words are still there…
And it bothers the shit out of me. Unfinished songs, some ten years old, sitting there in my brain. I know every note by heart, know exactly what it’s supposed to sound like, and yet… Just can’t get it out.
Little bits about sex…
cacophonous, we feed our needs
no reason to abstain
like heroin injected
right through these junkie veins
A bit of anger and hurt…
when i look into your eyes
what do you think i see?
you strip away my armor
then you damn me when i bleed
you feel it coming (and coming)
and i know damn well you do
no matter how far you go
i can still feel you
And True Love…
unworthy of your presence
what you give me
is what god is made of
It all fits together, songs in succession, an opera of sorts… and one of these days maybe I’ll have the patience and drive to actually finish it all…
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