After Garfield and Gwen Stefani, the thing that annoys me most in the world is the cryptoblog. A close cousin to the Vaguebook, a cryptoblog is what one does when they have something they want to talk about but can’t or they don’t have the backbone to do it.
So instead of cryptoblogging I have not been writing at all. Which sucks. But when you can’t talk about what’s on your mind you’re left with talking about Bret Michaels and how you kind of feel like the entire world has jumped on your bandwagon because you loved him way before he had a stroke (but not so long before he drove a Whore Bus).
Or you talk about the weather and how totally asstastic it was today. So asstastic that it took all my energy to remain upright in front of the fan because I refuse to turn on the AC before Memorial day.
Or you talk about signing up for the Graphic Novel & Comicbooks conference at The Loft ani d how Max, your 11-year-old nephew, is going to attend too.
Or you talk about how you threw yourself into work and books to avoid thinking.
See? Isn’t it annoying as hell? Maybe this will break the dam and l’ll have other things to write about, like how I got a cute haircut to see my College buddies and they stood me up because after all this time they’re still just a bunch of Stupid Boys.