Today's guest blogger will remain anonymous.
Hello Loyal readers, snarky commenters, and anyone attempting to look busy at work by staring at their computer screen,
As Megan mentioned, I am the anonymous blogger participating in the Summer Blog Share and creating a bit of distraction in your day. And yes, I will type this post wearing a mask and donning a cape to conceal my identity. I was prompted to write something I would never submit to my own blog. Unfortunately, I suffer from a self-diagnosed case of unabletokeepadarnsecret-itis and, therefore, have nothing to hide. Like any good journalist-in-training, I did some researching of Megan's blog to see if there were any topics where the perspective of Southern Californian would lend a new perspective. Alas, no.
To keep myself from asking stupid questions about
As much as I love to read books, I simply cannot stomach news programs. The Hubster devours MSNBC, The O’Reilly Factor, Hannity & Colmes as though they were highest point on the food pyramid. The internet homepages usually point to the most salacious stories, which are recounted in such brevity, I forget I even read them. Like the pangs of hunger you get 10 minutes after eating Chinese food. A newspaper? Bad for the environment. Newsweek? Drivel in the news world. I may as well be taking political science at
We planned to get satellite, but our apartment faces a direction that prevents the dish from catching the satellite feed. Yes, that satellite. The one in space that enables me to get cell phone reception in bowels of a gay bar. Go figure. Since our apartment complex has an exclusive contract with the aforementioned cable company, his choices were to go back with tucked tail to get it reconnected or simply go without. Once he solved the equation chatty wife – cable TV= increased need for wife to engage in conversation, he decided to reconnect the cable. Then got called out of state for work. For a month. So I have been without TV for almost 2 months.
Daily, people ask me how I feel about the New Yorker cover feature Michelle and Barack (because, clearly, we are all on a first-name basis), the earthquake in
I’m OK with it because none of it makes sense to me. Our election is a joke. We don’t vote until November and politicians are liars who will say what they need to say to get elected. Obama didn’t put his hand on his heart ONE TIME during a pledge of allegiance. Gasp! McCain is old. Double Gasp! Cindy McCain plagiarized a recipe from the Food Network? Off with her head! Who the hell cares? If I thought any of the doubletalk that occurred on the campaign trail would cease once the candidate was in office, maybe I would. Until the day someone actually speaks with some integrity, I will continue to vote for the person I believe will lie to me the least. (Let’s be real. I’m voting for Obama because it would be indescribably effing cool to have a Black president).
Angelina, Nicole, Jamie-Lynn all have babies. Awesome. Except, don’t women, even (and especially) unwed teenagers, do this every day? Unless their babies are coming out of womb with election results, a war withdrawal plan, and some dough to help our financial crisis; I don’t think I could arouse the energy to care. So don’t cry for me for being out of the loop. If it was important, I’m certain I would catch on a blogroll, text message, email, website homepage, or (gasp!) someone would call me. My ignorance is truly bliss and I will swim in it until the day our television is bombarded with cords and I am unwittingly watching the 2am showing of “Gleaming the Cube” on HBO 74.
Thank you for reading. You will be returned to your regularly scheduled blogger tomorrow. Good night and good luck.
P.S. For those of you who hated this post because you really wanted to hear my Top 10 of Moments of My Complete and Total Idiocy, I’ve leave you with 2. Enjoy!
- I worked in a Christian Bookstore for a month before I knew it was a Christian Bookstore.
- I conditioned my genital region for a month because a guy-friend told me men preferred it soft and shiny. (He later told me he was kidding)