30.Jan.2011 Fucking Lame
Every week on the Not the Show podcast, Joe plugs this site. Every week, I let him, and sometimes there is a comment about how I don’t post on it very often. Like, almost never. I would say that of all the things I’ve posted on my blogs, eighty percent mention my lack of posting. [...]
23.Nov.2010 Fucking Apartment
So, I’ve moved again. I’ve finally got my own place. I’ve moved out of my mother’s house, which I was grateful to have been staying in while I started to get my shit together. No more dinner waiting when I get home, which is okay, because I now have an ample supply of frozen burritos [...]
25.Oct.2010 Fucking Podcast
I’ve not posted on this site since the great Facebook Unfriending of 2010. That hasn’t been intentional. It’s just my thing, not posting for months at a time and starting new web projects that will also get ignored very quickly. I’m a slacker. What do you want? The latest web project I’ve been doing, however, [...]
25.Aug.2010 Fucking Facebook Fallout
So, you may have read the last post about how I defriended someone on the facebook. This has had grave repercussions worldwide. The last weeks of summer 2010 will be known to future generations as “The Great Defriending”. I prefer, unfriending, but during this crisis, Webster’s added the word “defriend”. Okay, this was the most [...]
21.Aug.2010 Fucking Facebook
I dropped a valued friend from Facebook last night. It kind of hurts, because again, this is a valued friend. An old friend. Someone I’ve known for years, through all sorts of shit. But, aside from the occasional comment on my ‘happy status posts’, like “Good luck!”, the only time I see this friend is [...]
15.Jul.2010 Fucking Relocated
It’s true. I no longer reside in the Empire State. I no longer live in the scenic Hudson Valley. I no longer work for an oil company. I no longer use the word “fuck” in every sentence. It’s every other sentence now. I have moved to Winston-Salem, North Carolina. To prove this commitment to myself, [...]
23.Jan.2010 Paul is Trying to Kill Me!
Yeah. I’m pimping t-shirts. The first t-shirt is “Paul is trying to Kill me!” Paul is a co-worker of mine at KOSCO. Paul is fuckin awesome. Mostly because he puts up with my shit. Poor Paul. I’ve threatened to do this to him for a while. And in case you’re wondering about me making money [...]
21.Jan.2010 Foursquare and 7 mins ago: dharmaBob @ Fucking Internets
So I finally submitted to foursquare. I was mildly aware of it, in the sense that I was seeing bits of “so-and-so unlocked the ass badge!” or “so-and-so became the Mayor of this bar and/or coffeeshop” with a foursquare link attached to the tweet, status update or scrawled on the filthy bathroom walls of my [...]
07.Jan.2010 Who Has Fucking Time For This Shit?
Really, I should have been in bed an hour ago. Oh, Fucking Internets. I finally fixed some shit on my non-fucking internets blog thing. You can read the comments now. The address is http://angrybob.ill-literati.org. Lately, like for months, it’s been nothing but fucking twitter daily digests. There’s some older stuff on there that may interest [...]
06.Jan.2010 If I were The Doctor, Gary Coleman would be The Master
That’s Doctor Who references in the title, for you heathens. I got a desperate text message from dear friend and fellow twitterwhore @sleepjunky. @sleepjunky: Gary Coleman, down!!! Gary Coleman, DOWN!!!!!! Me: Gary Coleman Down? @sleepjunky: He’s in the hospital! He’s precarious!!! Me: No, he’s precocious! Oh! Wait! Oh noes! Gary Coleman has long been my [...]
