"Most overrated item of the day: Hurricane Irene. This thing is no Katrina. She sucks. Okay so she caused a little rain up the east coast. These same people were complaining about a lack of rain a couple years ago. You can't have it both ways."
I did not start blogging on August 29, 2011. I actually started blogging on MySpace way back in the day. I would've let you all see some excerpts from it, but I just logged on to MySpace to review my blogs and they deleted everything: photos, blogs, comments, about me, posts, and everything else. I still logged on from time to time to view my old blogs. There were a lot of items on there that I liked to go back and read and view. A lot of my really good old work was on there, including the origin of many things including the beginning of my "Winner of the Day" section and my "I Believe" sections. Come to think of it I am really angry Justin Timberlake and MySpace deleted all of my information without notice. In reality people don't use MySpace anymore. They go there when they want to look up something from the past, not to social network. It was more of an archive. Here is an article I found regarding all of this that you may want to read, because I'm sure there are others who would like some of their old MySpace stuff and can't access it anymore. I was completely unaware any of this was happening and they didn't give me a chance to save my work. http://techcrunch.com/2013/06/12/bring-the-blogs-back/
Anyway back to this being a joyous blog. I have 10,000 views on this one so I'm trying not to care about the 100's of blogs I wrote that are missing from cyberspace due to the doucher in the picture above. Another stat, my most read blog since August 29, 2011 was
The Pregnancy Story, NKU goes D-1, the Rock & Roll HOF, & Lindsay strips down. The only reason I can figure why is because in the title I talk about Lindsay Lohan stripping down. Internet traffic is dictated by perverts so I'm going to say that's what drove this to the top. Here's an excerpt from my #1 most popular post (I promise guys this is not one of my better blogs so don't judge):
"Here's what I'm going to write about...today waiting at the bus stop, I looked down and there, on the ground was an EPT wrapper. For those of you who are still clueless, and EPT wrapper means pregnancy test. It got me to thinking this girl who threw this out must have a story. Maybe it was a prostitute making sure she wasn't knocked up. Maybe it was someone who was raped, scared to tell anyone her story. But here's the story I think is most likely closest to reality:
Carrie, an average looking 15-year-old sophomore in high school, planned on waiting until marriage. Guys never really went up to her to ask her to hang out, and all she wanted was to be noticed. The previous summer, she started a diet and lost 15 pounds. She developed breasts and got a job at a local Arby's. She was able to shop at the American Eagles and Victoria's Secrets of the world. Her first day of her sophomore year, yeah the boys noticed. They looked twice. Colin, a star full-back for the 1st place Mustangs, really noticed.
He'd joke with his buddies, "Wow, what happened to Carrie? She got hot. I'm gonna hit that before this year's over." Colin went old school. He wrote a note which read,
Hey Carrie,
I know you aren't the party type, but if you come watch me in my game this Friday against those losers over from Lyle County, Mike's having a little get together over at his parents' place. They buy us alcohol and everything but you don't have to drink if you don't want to. I'd just love to see you there. It will be a big celebration because I know we're going to win!
Love,
Colin
Colin was slick. He stuffed the note through one of those little vents in her locker. When Carrie opened the locker, the note floated to the ground. She picked up, folded in the paper football shape, and looked left and right to see if anyone was playing a cruel joke. Carrie slowly unfolded the note and mumbled it to herself. A big smile whipped across her face.
"So are you going to go?" Colin whispered as the two sat next to each other in class.
Carrie looked at Colin in a shy way and asked, "Why me?"
Colin fed her the line that it was because she was the only girl he notices and she is gorgeous and all that jazz. As he was saying these things, Carrie felt as if she was floating.
(Stay tuned for tomorrow's blog for more of the story)"
Needless to say I never finished the story. Several different countries have contributed to my 10,000 views including South Africa, which you can read about in http://davidbrooks1985.blogspot.com/2013/02/oscar-pistorius-carnival-cruise-and.html. I've written about deaths, including losing my neighbor, Ron Losey. You can remember him at Heaven Landed a Hell of a Man Last Night. I have made several different lists including the largest one I've made, The 50 Coolest Reds of all time
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I have been accused of being a bad writer, and being a sexist. I have helped women with relationship advice like in this blog, http://davidbrooks1985.blogspot.com/2011/09/relationship-advice-column-top-5.html and I have enjoyed every second of writing. I've written about what I believe like in this blog: http://davidbrooks1985.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-believe-monday-cow-escapee-bengals.html
"I believe that everything happens for a reason. I believe you should take chances and put everything you ever believed to be true on the line for one chance. I believe in Heaven and Hell. I also believe this world has traits of both in it. I believe that there truly is one person for everybody and you have to fight for them no matter how stacked the odds are. I believe that Casey Anthony did it but not guilty should have been the verdict. I believe that life is what you make it. I believe in being conservative but also risk taking. I believe that all of this conference shuffling in the NCAA is ridiculous and shows how disloyal people are over a little money. I believe you should never jeopardize your morals for anything. I believe in being loyal. I believe in hope. I believe that Tecmo Superbowl needs to be played again. I believe Serena Williams is on steroids. I believe Mike Tyson is misunderstood. I believe that the past is what you learn from but think about the future. I believe that "life happens while you're busy making other plans" thing is true. I believe Carson Palmer is irrelevant to conversation anymore so please analysts please stop bringing it up. I believe Nesquick is the best chocolate milk. I believe that designated hitters shouldn't be considered for the Hall of Fame. I believe that fate is something you can't ignore. I believe in the right to gamble. I believe in others before self. I believe in surprises. I believe that love makes you do crazy things. I believe that the heart is more pure than the mind. I believe in making someone smile each day. I believe Pete Rose should be reinstated into baseball. I believe Brooklyn's Finest is underrated. I believe in puns. I believe in throwing out all the rules for one thing. I believe Dontrelle Willis deserved better than one win. I believe manatees are fun to watch swim. I believe Michael Jordan tells it like it is and deserves to be cocky. I believe in magic or else how could I have stumbled upon her."
I write what's on my mind. It's what's going on in my brain. I write to relieve stress and I write to stay stress free. This is a tribute blog to my readers and I want to thank all of you unless Tom from MySpace reads this, then I just want to beat your ass. I hope you all enjoy reading these as much as I've enjoyed writing, and I'm sure you are wanting new material, so here is what I have, but still go read the old blogs. You will laugh and cry I promise:
Winner of the Day: Aaron Hernandez. He was just charged for murder. He played tight end for the Patriots. He will still have a job, playing tight end, for someone in prison now. He also will get three square meals and us taxpayers will pay for it so he has it nice.
Loser of the Day: Tom from MySpace. God I just want to hurt him bad. I spent several moments writing those blogs of memories. I wish he knew how important they were to me.
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