Me and My Google
Over the past couple of months, I’ve discovered something: I really suck as a blogger.
As a blog commenter, I kind of rock, at least sometimes. But I’m starting to realize I do a lot better when I’m reacting to something than I do when I have to choose the topic myself. Which is really just longhand for “I’m too fricken’ lazy to really apply myself to crafting a carefully-researched, deeply-examined thesis – or to take the time to develop a really successful comedic piece.” I suppose at some point I need to get into the habit of actually making drafts rather than just whipping through a one-off.
But I ain’t there yet. So for now, another sampling of my last few weeks with Teh Great Gazoogle:
Precious Moments – I like to call them Racist Moments, because apparently little black and Hispanic and Asian children don’t have any “precious moments.” Remind me to tell you sometime about the opportunities there are for anthropological observation when you work in a Hallmark store.
Jamie Oliver’s food revolution – he comes off as a bit of a wanker, albeit one who’s trying to get people to understand a good point.