It’s been like…8 months since I last posted here. So, I’m not really sure why it exists. By the way, is this considered a “blog”, or no? I feel like if I call it that I sound like an asshole, and a stupid one at that, as I don’t believe anyone has seen this besides me…so I’m talking to myself. Great. I’m crazy. Whatever, I suppose if I actually used tumblr more than twice a year, someone might take notice.

Come to think of it, I think I set this up as my “website” on twitter so I didn’t just use my facebook page…facebook, another social networking site I never use. I’d like to believe my “real life” has been enhanced since giving facebook less face-time, but this would be a delusion, and I’m told those are bad.

I guess I should quit complaining to myself and be thankful my problems at the moment are so trivial and silly.

Some quick, random thoughts:

- Anyone else think Mike Quade looks like a dead guy?

- Chicago is the only market in the U.S. with a team in the NHL, AHL, and ECHL, according to CSN. Kinda interesting.

- Are there any players available in MLB FA whose names resemble “Batman”? C’mon, it’d be too perfect…

- The Bears suck…etc.

- I guess I have only sports related matters on my mind right now…

Country music, to me, is like AIDS. No body really likes country music, and we all try to avoid it through protective measures. But once in a while one of your friends gets careless, and suddenly, their whole life seems to be wrapped up in country music…treating it, promoting awareness of it to others, and generally annoying the shit out of everyone they used to call friends.

Ever notice how country music fans seem to be unable to accept that some people don’t like country music? It’s like a cult. You don’t see fans of Techno music getting upset when they learn someone doesn’t like their music of choice. Any other group of music fans just accepts that not everyone likes metal, rock, pop, or hip-hip…but not country music fans. I’ve actually been told before that I need to “give it a chance”. “Just learn to love it and you’ll have so much fun!” Oh! So all it takes for me to like country is to lie to myself?? And all this time I thought the point of listening to music was to legitimately enjoy it! Where did I go wrong? I gave it a chance, I grew up in Illinois, trust me when I tell you I’ve heard plenty of country music. Songs about the time someone’s father let them drive the family truck just don’t appeal to me.

I don’t like country music. Sorry to those that do, but please get over it. It isn’t going to change anytime soon. I like what I like, and I don’t have the ability to change my mind about things at the drop of a hat. I’m not saying, “people shouldn’t listen to country!” or even “people who listen to country are stupid!”. All I’m saying is it’s not for me and that shouldn’t bother you. So next time you’re in a bar, and you pay a dollar to belt “I Got Friends In Low Places” at the top of your lungs, please enjoy. But don’t expect everyone to sing along, and don’t get upset if someone finds “My Name Is Mud” on that same juke box a few minutes later. They have every right to do so…

The other day I was informed by one of my co-workers that I resembled an elf. This isn’t something I was aware of prior to this, and given my conception of elves (you know, the little dudes that make toys for Santa), I was slightly offended. “How do you figure?”, I asked while trying to position myself in the least elfish (elfish? elven? elf-like? …whatever) way possible. “You just have features like an elf…slender face, and your ears are almost pointy.” I was in a silent tantrum, but kept my composure and went on my way.

Now, I’ll be the first to point out my almost complete lack of earlobes may give my ears an elongated appearance, but pointy is just taking it too far. I don’t have Spock ears.

I was disturbed enough to confer with my other co-workers about the comment, and I was offered a different outlook on the issue. “Elves could be badass, like in Lord of the Rings…Maybe he meant like that and not Christmasy…”. Orlando Bloom was pretty badass in those movies, so maybe it isn’t all bad news. But, does that mean I need to carry around a bow and arrows to keep people from asking me “How much are photos with Santa?”. I really hope not, people would whisper about it behind my back, and I hate that. So I’m torn on the matter…

Maybe there are support groups for this…