Self-Indulgent Ramblings Part IV: The Final Chapter (Not Really)

Well, since I apparently can't stop doing this, and because it was so much fun the first three times, it's time once again for some more self-indulgent ramblings about anything that comes to my mind. So with apologies to Jason Voorhees and Larry King, here I go:

If you laugh every time that guy in the Arby's commercial says, "That's longer than I smoke my meat!" you are immature.

I am immature.

OhmygodIcan'tbelieveGeorgeClooneyisengagedIt'sthefirstsignoftheapoclyspe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously, if you really care about this and you don't know Mr. Clooney or his fiancee personally, it may be time to reassess the priorities in your life.

Or you could write about it in your blog.

My unabashed, no holds barred review of Godzilla: It was okay, I guess. Matthew Broderick tried his best... Oops, wrong Godzilla. I haven't seen the new one yet.

Spoiler alert on the new Godzilla even though I haven't seen it yet: Godzilla destroys a lot of shit.

If you have the time, go back to Self-Indulgent Ramblings Part II and check out my predictions for the four teams in the NBA conference finals. It did get a little dicey at times, but even without the benefit of the Sports Almanac, I did get everything right. Unfortunately, I didn't put any money on it.

I have to admit that I'm usually only interested in golf when Tiger Woods is playing.

Do you ever wonder why each season of Game of Thrones only has ten episodes?

So, it was recently the 10th anniversary of the end of the best sitcom ever. I can't believe it's been that long.

Of course, I'm talking about Frasier.

I still ship Niles and Daphne, even after all these years.

Speaking of anniversaries, it's the 40th anniversary of the Rubik's Cube, and I still haven't solved the damn thing.

So, do they have to be in their fifties before Mayweather and Pacquiao fight?

If that happens, I'll bet on the guy that doesn't have a hip replacement.

Any hologram of a deceased celebrity is creepy, no matter who it is.

I've just read the first 48 issues of The Walking Dead comic book, and all I can say is that it is definitely more f-ed up than the TV show.

I don't know about horses, but a breathe right strip doesn't make me run any faster.

So, NBC, you couldn't renew Community for just one more year? I hope your headquarters gets struck by an asteroid.

Okay, I'm so paranoid nowadays that I feel that I better retract my last statement. I don't really wish asteroid strikes on anyone.

So, before I say anything else that may get me into trouble, I better go. Thanks for reading.

Self-Indulgent Blog Tinkerings

So, I thought I would change the look of my blog a bit. I figured this would take a few minutes, and I could go back to actually posting something here. Of course, I ended up spending way too much time tinkering with everything. You know, there is such a thing as having too many options. I ended up using something from the "Awesome Inc." template, which is sort of appropriate since "Awesomely" is in my title. The idea is to make the blog look more visually appealing to anyone who checks it out. I like the look of it, but I have been accused occasionally of having poor taste. Well, my self-indulgence is suppose to pertain to my writing, not to my admittedly limited art skills, so this will have to do for now. I hope everyone likes it.

Selling a Book is Pretty Cool

Hello. For a chance of pace, I thought I'd write a quick paragraph on something that's one hundred percent positive. I just published my first book about five months ago, and although I have yet to set the book world on fire, I have sold a few, and every time I sell another, it still feels great. The fact that someone actually spent their money, even when it's only 99 cents, on something that I wrote is pretty damn awesome. The whole journey of coming up with an idea, writing it all down, revising and fine-tuning it, publishing it, and someone buying it, reading it, and hopefully enjoying it, has been a great experience. I hope I never become too jaded where I treat this as nothing special. People are actually paying money to read my stuff. I know that my book is just all about everything that annoys me, but having people read it is definitely not annoying.