Scared Bunny

I’m confused by something. Many have discussed the idea of having a deathbed conversion. It seems like a pretty good plan. Granted, you have to worry about an instant death, but there are risks with every plan. But I think they saw this plan and decided that, when you get to heaven you will be rewarded with a better mansion if you do good things on Earth. But what the hell difference would that make. Supposedly everyone in heaven is happy, so why would they care if someone had a better mansion. Hell, if everyone is satisfied, how can one mansion be better than another?

Yeah, I know I never discuss religion or politics. That one kind of confuses me though.

I have no idea what to write about tonight. Actually, I am not really in the mood to write. I didn’t do jack shit today besides nap and hang out with my son. I had nothing that motivated me in the least. In fact, I avoided serious thought at all costs. I have a shitload of work to do tomorrow, and that will continue all week, so there will be time to think then. No reason to waste a weekend thinking too much.

I have done some reading though. There have been just some random blogs I looked at and I have to say that there are some dumb motherfuckers. I don’t mean the bloggers. If a blogger seems dumb I stop reading. No, these are people that the bloggers have written about. My personal favorite was the story of one of only 4 putters built by hand for Tiger Woods. According to the story, the guy that makes them makes a few. Tiger takes 1 to use, and one backup. He lets the guy that makes them do what he wants with the others. In this case he kept one and sold one to a dealer. Now you too can own this club. Of course it costs more than a brand new BMW. I am sure that there are a lot of people who just love to waste money and to be blunt, that is what this is. I have news for anyone interested in the club. You can have Tiger’s clubs, his clothes and even, if she is willing, bang his girl. But you still won’t be Tiger. You also won’t play like him. Not even close.

And then I flip through the channels and some asswipe cast Rosie O’Donnell in Exit to Eden, which was almost enough to give me a stroke. And enough to keep me from ever stroking again.

Oh, there was one blog where some American guy living in Bangkok discussed how, despite constantly railing against stripper/hookers and the guys that frequent them and fall in love, he has fallen in love with a Thai hooker. Now, I may be missing something, but if they are so sleazy, why are you even going to see them, dating them, fucking them…

Oh, and why is Tom Leykis on my radio on Sunday morning telling me what expensive champagnes to use to woo women? Last time I checked he was all about “pump ‘em and dump ‘em”. If I am going to woo, that would kind of go against the “Show me your tits and suck my dick” mantra, wouldn’t it? I seem to recall him bitching about how women expect nice things in exchange for sex, but here he is talking about volunteering to do it. Now I know some women are greedy, but if you offer them shit and they accept, whose fucking problem is that? I mean, when people give me shit I generally say thank you and take it.

And this fucking historian on TV sounds like that redheaded kid on King of the Hill that says things like “Your dad blew up”. But he’s Asian, so I am really confused every time I see him.

I hate the word InterWeb. It is particularly bad when the person using it talks about how they need to change blog hosts if they “want to be taken seriously on the InterWeb”. Here’s a clue. First, none of us are taken seriously. These are fucking blogs. If you want to be taken seriously write a book or something else people have to at very least check out from a library. Second, if you really think your blog host is why you aren’t being taken seriously, you may want to see if your doc can up your medication.

Now I will sleep. Tomorrow I will bitch some more.