39 posts tagged “blogging”

Hey, y'all!

I've started a new blog to mouth off about pop culture.  It's still in its fledgling stage, so be kind.  It's over here: The Pop Ogre.  I'll be posting to it regularly when I want to vent my spleen about pop culture or review the latest thing I've seen.  What this means, unfortunately, is that thusly-themed posts will dry up around here.

Sorry about that.  But I don't believe you need to join Blogger to comment over there, so go ahead and bookmark that shit.

Later.

I changed things so that it won't post my Twitters here anymore, and I deleted all the old Twitter posts.  It was turning my blog into one of those blogs I hate, and plus, it was giving me the impression that I was posting content when I wasn't.  So, if you want to read my Twitter, you'll have to actually join Twitter and follow my feed.

Maybe this will spur me into posting more interesting content here, like I used to before Twitter swallowed my soul.

It's people you don't know coming across an old post about astrology on your blog and launching into a multi-paragraph attack without provocation about how you're somehow less of a person because you don't happen to believe that every speck in the galaxy has something to say about your fate, then demanding that you for some reason should provide compelling evidence that astrology is NOT real, when in fact it is THEY and not YOU who is making the wild, unverifiable claim.

That is great.  It is perhaps my most favorite thing ever.

I certainly hope this happens more often.  Hey, Internet!  I don't believe in God or Bigfoot either!  Come and get it!

Occasionally, members of my neighborhood, who I might in fact be quite fond of, post a blog relating some sort of personal pain or heartache.  Often, I don't comment on these posts.  I remain silent not because of a lack of caring or interest, but because I am nearly incapable of leaving words of encouragement or sympathy without coming off as a sarcastic douche.  As a result, my natural inclination is just to back off, watch, and comment when things start loosening up.

Anyway, my 'hoodies, that's why sometimes Kevin seems like a dick: because it's better to stay silent and let people think I'm an asshole than to open my mouth and remove all doubt, to paraphrase somebody who may have been Samuel Johnson, Abraham Lincoln, Yogi Berra, Mark Twain, or the cartoon character Snagglepuss for all I know [by the way, Internet: thanks for nothing].

• Finally saw Quantum of Solace, and as much as I like Daniel Craig, I was underwhelmed by the movie, not least because I couldn't tell what was happening in a single goddamn action scene thanks to the frenetic, spazzy camera.  Whoa, look, Bond did something, WHOA, a boat blew up for some reason, OOH, he hit that guy with some part of his body, ZOWIE, ropes and shit are flying all over the place.  Fucking cinematographers and film editors need to bone up on their Kurosawa and Leone.  Action can be exciting and still artfully constructed, jerks.
• Inauguration tomorrow.  Yay, good riddance, hope, change, all that stuff.  I think if you read my blog you can discern my political leanings, so I don't need to get too histrionic about how much I'm looking forward to calling him "President Obama".
• Are you all reading BLOGTRONIC's Twitter?  Consider this a friendly reminder.  Next time I come heavy.
• I was reading the H.P. Lovecraft story "The Whisperer in the Dark" in the tub a bit ago, and Jill was in the front room innocently re-enacting certain sound effects straight from the page.
• I sense I'm on the verge of one of those massive shifts in the reader/interaction base of my blog.  I dunno, it just seems like a lot of my peeps are sort of laying low, which usually heralds that sort of thing.  I was looking through some old posts the other day, and nearly every one had a comment or two from people who have dropped off the face of the earth.  Blogging is a sad and lonely pastime sometimes.
  
• In two weeks, I will be watching the Super Bowl for the first time in my adult life so that I can cheer on Jill's beloved Pittsburgh Steelers.
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Show us who you idolized as a teenager.

Here we have further proof that, when desperate for inspiration, people inevitably turn to my blog.

As anybody will tell you, Kevin Wolf loves teenagers.  Teen-idol-agers, that is!  I can't get enough of them, especially when they put my woman in their Vox neighborhoods!  I find it totally awesome, dudes!

Who are some of my favorites, you might ask?  Well, let me tell you.

Scott Baio!

Scott Baio

Willie Aames!

Willie Aames

Whoa.  Did somebody fire a heat-seeking missile of lust into my boner area, or have I just been looking at too many photos of Willie Aames in Robinson Crusoe mode?  Hubba-hubba!  Hey, guess what, kids?  After his triumphant appearance in the seminal "we've got too many goddamn kids" sitcama (it's like a dramedy, but in reverse) Eight is Enough, he appeared in a little psychokinesis-and-titties movie known as ZAPPED, MOTHERFUCKERS!  Willie Aames was also in Zapped!  What have you accomplished in your lives, readers?  Probably not having starred in Zapped!, I bet.  Scot Baio and Willie Aames both totally face you, like, all the time.

David Cassidy!

David Cassidy

Partridge Family, dude.  Also, he apparently had a pop music career of some reknown, or something.  But enough about that.  When was the last time you saw a young man looking this fetching in a jean jacket?  My sweatpants are getting damp with cock dew just thinking about it.  I'm not exactly gay (ladyboys don't count!), but I wouldn't think twice before putting my "partridge" into his "pear tree"!  Eh?  Eh?  See what I did there?

Billy Hufsey!

Billy Hufsey

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My beloved Jillzey was recently 'hooded by a man named Billy Hufsey, who, for those of you unaware, is a former teen idol and star of the Fame television series.  Meanwhile, I can't get a reciprocal 'hooding from Wil Wheaton.

Teen idols, why do you hate me?

Am I not "cool" enough to hang with your crowd?  Do I not have anough wet teen panties in my (hypothetical) collection to purchase a spot on your team, Billy Hufsey?  Well, I'll have you know, Mssrs. Hufsey and Wheaton and Baio and Cassidy, my blog has just as much to offer as your friend Jillzey's.

POSSIBLY EVEN MORE.  But you'll never know, as long as you remain ignorant of the joys that 'hoodship with me can bring.

Good day, sirs!

From Erin.

Go back through the past year's entries and show us the first line of the first (public) post in each month. Now you have a twelve-sentence snapshot of what you thought was worth blogging about in 2008.

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January
This is just about the most perfect book ever written.

February
Sometimes I wonder, in this age of irony and detachment and Hot Topic in which we live, if it's even possible for nerds to exist any more.

March
"Precision missiles," huh?

April
With all of the hubbub between Hillary and Obama, and with McCain the "presumptive Republican nominee", it's easy to forget that there's another dog in this race: Hitler with Cobras for Arms.

May
I don't even get this question, so I'm just going to post this: [Picture of a naked cat-girl]

June
The only thing giving me a headache right now is the realization that there is such a thing as a Headache Awareness Week.

July
The Handsome Young Man of Breeding must necessarily perfect the art of the neck-knot at a very early age.

August
[Video of George Carlin.] Fuck off.

September
What you envision is a future in which there is nothing on television but the taped lives of your neighbors, lives which are not even worth watching because all you can see your neighbors do all day long is sit in front of their televisions watching the taped lives of their neighbors.

October
Cardiomyopathy.

November
Last night Jill, myself, and several friends went on a ghost tour of Salt Lake City.

December
There's a patch of sidewalk near the intersection of 900 South and Hudson Ave. in Salt Lake City that's going to think twice before it messes with me again, and I've got the scars to prove it.