I have me some serious geek-love for Spotify.
Spotify is one of the damn numerous streaming internets radio things that allow you to stream music from the fucking internets. I’ve tried a few of them in my time, and still use most of them. I’ve my last.fm account, my Slacker Radio account, Pandora and I played with Rdio for a week with their free trial.

Most of them can be sorta free, as long as you’re streaming from the world wide interwebs. The only one of the above that ain’t free on the interwebs is Rdio.

At the moment, of the above, only Pandora and Slacker are free on mobile platforms, and then they’re ad supported. Which is really no big deal. Last.fm used to be free on the mobile, but now you must pay (a reasonable $3.00/month).

Last.fm and Pandora are also available on the TV. Pandora is lumped in with a fuck load of “smart” TV’s, Blue-Ray players and Game Consoles. Last.fm is available on the XBox 360, and with a Gold Account, it’s free (because lord knows you spend enough on the fucking Gold Account).

Most of them have varied pay plans. Usually about $5.00 a month for a “plus” type account, and about $10 a month for a “premium” account.

Rdio is the biggest fail here. Their “plus” account allows you to listen on the web only (not the mobile web). Which all of the others do free already. Their unlimited plan is good, because it gives you about what everyone else gives you for ten bucks, like offline listening, and being able to create your own playlists. But there were a number of tracks (offbeat, admittedly) I could not find, and this was my biggest reason for not going with Rdio.

Slacker does the streaming free on the web and on my mobile. Again, it’s ad supported, and with the freeness comes the ability to skip up to 6 tracks that suck. Plus gives you the ability to skip as many as you want &  give you offline listening. And no ads. Premium gives you all that, plus the ability to create playlists, or listen to albums in order. Slacker is a great service, but would be better if I didn’t get so many songs repeat when I listen to streaming radio. It’s like listening to regular radio, and with thousands of songs that can sort of fit into a given genre, it’s sorta shit.

Last.fm has a great service, complete with social network. It’s the best of the freebies, and the cheap upgrade to streaming gives it some nice stuff there. Sadly, there is no ability to create playlists from millions of tracks, but who cares? It’s cheap, and the song selection while streaming is damn fucking good. A bonus/drawback is the ability to tag tracks (as part of the social network thing). I can enter the word “fucking” into the player (as a tag, rather than an artist) and get a station that plays songs that people have tagged “fucking”. I just did that, and I hear Lou Reed’s “Walk on the Wild Side”, followed by ENslaved by Owls “The Tall Man’s Daughter (which is some elctronica I’ve never heard before… ) I will skip…and get “M.F.B.W.” by Bleed to This, which is some sort of hardcore called “Drunken Sonic Thrash”. Which I like, so I click love and the fucking internets will see that I not only listened to the track, but that I Loved it. Again, this no longer streams on mobile devices though unless you wants to pay. The Social Network they support is also really robust and focused solely on music, so it’s not like you need to add this to your daily “I should check…” list.

There’s not enough bad shit  I can say about Pandora. I am lonely in this Pandora loving world. Pandora allegedly sorts music by some sort of magic genome tracking thing. I suppose this works if you don’t like weird shit like I do. If I ask for Mission of Burma, it plays Mission of Burma, followed by Aerosmith, because apparently I like “electric guitars and repetitive grooves” or whatever. If I’m listening to Mission of Burma, I do not want to hear Aerosmith. Or the Fresh Prince, or whatever. No. Maybe it works for people who listen to stuff you can find in Wal-Mart. Just not for me.

Spotify seems to be the King and Queen of the Living-In-The-Future-Holy-Fuck-Streaming-Fucking-Radio. Spotify allows you to choose any song in their library to listen to, add to playlists etc. For free. On your computer. If you give them $5.00, you can hear it without ads. For $10, you not only get no ads, but you can do it on your phone. It also syncs with your computer’s music thing (iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc) and gets your playlists and “local” files (which includes local files on your mobile like podcasts etc.) and makes them available. It can sync music to your phone for offline listening and has a damn streamlined social network which allows you to share music, playlists and shit with your friends. You can subscribe to playlists of other folks with similar music tastes (or un-similar), and they can subscribe to your playslists. You can easily share links to tracks and playlists on the Facebook or on the Twitter.

So, there you have it. Streaming Fucking Internets We Live In The Future Radio and why I think Spotify fucking owns/pwns whatever you kids say now.

Comments welcome below. What are you streaming?

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If you’re a fan of Arrested Development and The Game of Thrones, you probably already know about this website. If you’re a fan of one, but not the other, it may have skipped your notice.

If you’re a fan of neither, your life is just fucking sad. I don’t know what to tell you.

It’s screencaps of HBO’s Game of Thrones (based on the Song of Ice and Fire series by George R. Martin), with dialogue supplied by Fox’s so-brilliant-we-had-to-cancel-it Arrested Development.

These things mash up so well it’s not funny. Well, it is funny. Fucking very funny.

You can find it all at Arrested Westeros. What the fuck are you waiting for?

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Did you see Family Guy Sunday?

If you did, you saw this. 

Enough said.
When your kids ask you what the fuck happened to MTV, and why shaking asses and bling are the stars of today’s music videos, explain it to them. Explain that David Bowie and Mick Jagger were once rock gods, and somehow, they would wind up trying to make out (again) in what may rank as the biggest piece of shit to make you wish that the eighties never happened.

Tell them that we tried to save the world with stuff like this.

But that MTV died anyway.

And then explain that because we live in the Fucking future… we now have this.

But let them know that the Fucking Future isn’t all bad. Because it also brought us this.

Okay. There’s some Fucking Internets for you.

*Not Fucking Safe For Work – or kids, or pets. It’s safe for the fucking blind. End of fucking list.

The Fucking Internets are for sharing information. And porn. Information and Porn. We all understand this.

It’s not often that these things combine. InfoPorn (I didn’t invent that)!  So in the spirit of sharing information and porn…

Seriously. Not safe for kids. If you show them this, not only will you go to hell, but the human race will cease to exist because these kids will grow up and become adults absolutely afraid to have sex. No shit.

… we bring you the Blue Waffle:

Blue Waffle, it’s not just for breakfast anymore.

Or ever.

Is it real? Or is this some St. Patrick’s Day surprise gone horribly wrong? I don’t want to fucking know. I just want to know how to stay as far away from this as possible.

The image was snatched from Documenting Reality, which doesn’t make it reality, but you never know.

The infamous Urban Dictionary has some stuff on the Blue Waffle as well. None of it helpful, but some of it slightly funny.

There’s even a website at BlueWaffleDisease.org, which could be actually helpful. It doesn’t quite debunk this condition, it does offer the following:

Itching and vaginal inflammation are the common symptoms. Vagina will change its color after a while and this is where the word “blue” comes from. Vaginal discharge will change its color and smell. Now, it seems that these symptoms usually go away spontaneously. However, is it smart to wait for that to happen?

If you have any of these symptoms, you should not be surfing the net and asking questions about the blue waffle disease. You need to see your doctor and solve the problem as soon as possible.

Yes. “...you should not be surfing the net and asking questions about the blue waffle disease”

Unless some devious bastard asked you to.

The Fucking Internets shared it with me. I share it with you. That’s what InfoPorn is all about kids (really, don’t let the kids see this. Save the human race, eh?) folks.

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.

Fucking lame.

Since my last post, I have become fucking lame in other ways.

My last trip to Florida to see my girls ended in disaster. My car died in Florida, and I limped back to Winston-Salem a changed man. Without a vehicle, I am trapped in the small apartment I call home. I take a bus to work, which I honestly don’t mind. And I take a bus home, and then walk about a mile and a half through Downtown to get home. I currently can’t afford to enjoy living Downtown, so it’s just a walk now. When I get home, I try and write while watching TV. And mostly fail at the writing part.

I went through a period of depression and some physical issues, probably made worse by the depression.

Things have been getting better. Though without a car, I still have to rely on folk for my grocery shopping, laundry and just getting shit done. And this is depressing as well.

I think, more often than usual, that moving here was a mistake. I think about packing my shit and heading into the snow of New York, or the sun of Florida. And I don’t really want to do either. What I’d like to do is get my head back in the game, get my shit together and Do Something. Stop being Fucking Lame.

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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 and ramen noodles.

I’ve moved into Downtown Winston-Salem, which is the place to be, apparently, if you have to live in Winston-Salem. I’ve not had the chance to venture out, between all of the working and being poor. That should change next week.

The Not Venturing Out thing, not the working or being poor thing. But next week, I’ll be less poor (not by a lot) and will be working hours that are a little more fucking normal.

Of course, in order to venture out, I’ll need to avoid some of the more interesting locals. Like Robert, the man who smells like he has rolled in beer while and perhaps after drinking it. He’ll sing. And he’s told me that God gave him the gift to see that I’m a good guy. He’d probably think I’m an even better guy if I were to buy one of the TV’s he’s selling, or give him a couple of bucks since I don’t need a TV.

Then there are the people in the next apartment, who don’t necessarily need to be avoided, but I want to avoid anyway. When they’re not fighting about who the fuck knows what, they’re knocking on my window because they’ve locked their keys in. Never mind the fact that even if I let them into the lobby, they still can’t get into their apartment. I also need to avoid their boots and socks, which being insanely fucking offensive in odor, are apparently best left in the lobby, rather than in their apartment. And while I appreciate their motives, I don’t appreciate the smell.

The inside of my apartment is fairly sparse at the moment. I now have a table and a couple of chairs, courtesy of my brother. I have my bed, headboard, radio in my room. I have my 4G wireless modem, my Xbox 360 and my TV in my living room so that I can watch streaming Netflix and Hulu. I have my Einstein bust.

My electric range was last cleaned when it was bought used from the Kramden’s in 1958. I’ve cleaned it as best as I could, and am no longer scared shitless of it, but I have yet to be brave enough to make a meal on it.

Hence the frozen burritos and ramen noodles. Because I have a coffee maker and a microwave.

All I need now is my couch, and more of my random books, movies and video games. And some cash to go check out some of the clubs and bars that pepper the area.

What I don’t need is roommates. For the first time since Bush Sr. was in office, I live completely alone. The only roommate I could ever accept at this point would be my daughter, but to be honest, if she moved back with me, I would need to move. Because even though I could never get the kid to sleep in her own room, instead of the living room, teenage girls need their own room. But I don’t think I’ll have to worry about that until Summer at the extreme earliest.

But one of the best things about having the apartment to myself (especially now that I have a table), is that I can now work in relative peace, quiet and without interruption. Unless you count season 7 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

So expect to hear more from me in the coming days, weeks and months. I have like, five fucking blogs that I now need to try and keep up with. I have things to write, and re-write.

Oh, and also I have a podcast with my friend Joe. This is a plug. Catch it at http://nottheshow.com.

Now leave me alone, so I can rock again.

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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, seems to have some sort of magical fucking staying power.

I’m podcasting.

For those of you who don’t know, Podcasting is what people do when they can’t get jobs (or get fried from jobs) in radio. It’s also something people do because they like doing things like this. Sharing their opinions with the webenabled masses, regardless of whether or not anybody gives a fuck about what they think.

Sound familiar?

I’ve been wanting to do a podcast for quite awhile. What’s made this a possibility is that my good friend Joe, also wanted to do a podcast. So he said to me one day “We should do a podcast.”

“Yeah, we fucking should,” says I. And so we did, and I can now justify the hundred dollars I spent on my fucking mic three years ago, when I first decided to do a podcast.

We’re four episodes in. It’s called “Not the Show: a podcast about everything and nothing.” Which is really just what it is. It’s me and Joe just bullshitting our way through sixty to ninety minutes of time.

It’s been a blast so far.

So check it out. It’s at http://nottheshow.com, and it’s live on Sunday nights, and available for downloading off the site.

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 recent facebook post that had me “frosted”.

This whole global warming Fraud just frosts me. Do they leave water vapor
out of the equation because it’s “Traditional” to do so?
No, they leave
it out because it’s 95% of the green house gases, That reduces the tiny
changes in the other 5% to noise.

Okay. Whatever. I disagree. I’m sure that the 5% of noise is meaningless. Just like having a blood alcohol level of 5% would be. Not .05%, which is buzzed, but 5%. Stone cold dead. But I digress, because we’re not to talking blood alcohol, and to be honest we’re not even really talking about the global warming aspect of this post.

A mutual friend did comment (I did not, I was not caring too much at the time). I do not have his comment available as he fell during the Great Defriending. But he commented, simply that he wished the other friend would post something friendly and/or sweet, and mentioned me by name with something like…

“Or ‘I miss Mondo, I should visit.”

The comment that followed was:

Yeah ****, stop picking on the “Mesiah” and his deciples…its not PC….

I assume that I am the ‘Mesiah”. Which is disappointing, because I wanted to be the Messiah. I don’t even know what a Mesiah is, but I assume it is similar, though lesser. And my deciples? I was unaware of this. I hoped it wasn’t a medical condition. My disciples would be concerned if anything were to befall me. Me being the Mesiah and all.

Okay, yes, I’m being a fucking douche over spelling errors. I can do this. But the point is the content of the message. The next comment went…

nothing is PC anymore. people dont want to hear the truth or alternatives to thier reallity no matter the subject.

The PC issue is a big point with these folk. They hate PC. The guy who posted the status update rants about how sick he is of people being PC quite often. It’s not part of his reallity.

Yes, I’m still being a douche about spelling.

His girlfriend later replied…

I think there’s something to be said about having convictions to something, or many things. Sure you could chatter on about the small stuff, but you’re dedicated and speaking your mind. I suppose if you wanted to go on about every movement you’re making you could always get yourself a Twitter account — then again, it’s going to be a bit more difficult to explain away the red tape via twitter. Heh. Speak on Lovey! Speak on!

Sure. Everything is spelled right.

But wait? Is this about me? I do go on about every move I make on twitter. My sister calls me a twitter whore. I actually took this a little personally, but not much. Because I know how they feel about my twittering. Maybe they were talking about someone else. I don’t know. There’s too much red tape for me here. I can’t explain it away with twitter.

So… see the last post. Go on back and read it. It fits here, because here is where we are. I defriended the guy, wrote a blog post about it because I felt strongly about it, and settled back and watched some TV.

Did you read?

Ok. Here was his facebook response.

UnFriend Me,,Its apparently the New Black, Its cool.
Do not agree with what I say? fine. Don’t READ IT! Hide my status updates (yes its a FB function, go look) or “Gasp” Do not comment then.

Huh? I didn’t think it was cool. I was actually bothered by it a little, to be honest. And yes, I know that Hiding updates is a FB function. But I felt that why hide them? What’s the point? To be PC? You hate PC. I was intentionally not being PC. I thought that was the cool part. Or “Gasp” do not comment then. Yeah. I don’t comment. Because your friends attack me and judge me because I don’t agree, or heaven forbid, ask where you get your information. It’s not a discussion. It’s a rant. And a rant would be cool if you called it for what it was. And you attempt to make folk feel like they’re ignorant for not agreeing. “Educate yourself”, “Stop believing the lies”, etc. Those are paraphrased quotes, BTW.

Then he commented on his status.

BUT
Do not unfriend me on here and then post a blog, putting me down, demeaning my beliefs or what I believe in and just blatantly state that Im wrong while bitching that all I do is post about “Issues”. I do post about things that are important to me. Last I checked it was MY Fucking page, not yours.

Well, why not? I used to blog about all sorts of shit. Just like I tweet about all sorts of shit. When someone else was the subject, it never bothered you. And where do I blatantly state that you’re wrong? That’s what you do whenever anyone tries to tell you anything you don’t like to hear. On anything, not just political issues. Yes, you post about things that are important to you. Good. I post about things that are important to me too. Defriending someone I cared about was important to me. You may have noticed if you did more than skim the blog.

And it’s MY fucking blog, not yours. Whereas facebook, is OUR fucking facebook. It’s a Social Network that is owned by others that let US play there. I own my domain name, I rent server space. I pay for bandwidth. MY fucking blog, baby. Please, continue…

Everyone has a right to their own opinion except of course if it falls outside of you or your friends thoughts, you just proved that with your actions and words.

Yep. That’s what I said. Oh, wait! You paraphrased me! Sorry! Because I paraphrased you. No, it’s cool man.

So, the Global Warming thing is your opinion. That’s good to know, because I was afraid you were backing it up with facts. Not that I would know, since you almost never post them. And if I ask where you were getting your facts, you and your friends got very, very pissy. Odd behavior for people who claim to be very concerned about truth.

Do you think I agree with all of my friends? Fuck no. Argue with them all the time. And I always leave them the right to their opinion. And they, mine. Shouldn’t stop us from trying to discuss them, though.

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Hope Ive been a good source of conversation and bitching with you and other people cause GOD forbid you don’t look cool in front of your “Real” friends while your all posting hours of useless drivel screaming “Look at me, Look at ME!!”

“I know it was cold there in my shadow…” Heh. Bette Midler said it.

Yeah. You, poor paranoid man. You weren’t. And do you know me? Apparently not. You think I ever worry about looking cool in front of my real friends? Those are the people I don’t need to look cool for. That is why they’re my real friends. I will admit that you were a good source of conversation and bitching tonight. Maybe you’re psychic! That would be cool! But that was even due to actions you took. And as for the “posting hours”? Dude, that’s why I use twitter. Because it takes seconds. For someone who has a website called “fuckinginternets” I spend little time there any more. It takes me seconds to post a quick tweet while doing stuff in the real world. I’m sorry twitter offends you. I’m sorry if you think it’s “Look at me! Look at me!” I mean, it is. That’s twitter. That’s facebook. People post shit to be amusing, informative or because they’re bored. I know you’re better than everyone else. I know that when you post on facebook, you post just for you.

That’s what fridge magnets are for, man.

Had you defriended me because of my constant use of the word “fuck”, I wouldn’t have been bothered a bit. Even if you had blogged about it. Don’t believe me? Then you didn’t know me. Please continue…

Fuckin Pathetic.

Pathetic? Yes. Defriending everyone who has ever disagreed with you and who is connected to me (with a few exceptions) was very fucking pathetic. People who never argued with or upset you. Defriend my daughter, my friends, and prove that your pride is more important than people who, even if they didn’t agree with you, or were your friends on the fucking internet, would have taken a fucking bullet for you. And some still would, but you don’t care. You got pissed, probably very embarrassed that I blogged about it, and went… batshit insane.

I feel betrayed, especially after hearing and reading constant views for years of being “understanding of other peoples opinions and view” and to then have myself and what I believe in ripped apart by a “Friend”.
Tolerance is apparently a One-Way Street viewpoint for some people

Dude, you rip apart your own beliefs. I am understanding of other points of view. I just want to discuss them. I’m sorry that didn’t work for you. I don’t want to see your point of view if I can’t discuss it with you when I don’t quite agree. Man, you should see me and my other friend (who you also defriended) argue about stuff. And we even get a little fucking pissed at each other, agree to disagree and move on. He doesn’t hold a grudge. And neither do I. And if he facebooked it, I know that we would have a discussion and end it without agreeing. And move on.

Apologize? Practice and implement what you preach, then maybe you wouldnt need to.

I’m sorry, did you think I apologized? I didn’t apologize. I said I was sorry that you were hurt so bad by the whole thing. And then said I wouldn’t be making apologies.  As I said on twitter, when I first read this, and again, I paraphrase… (that’s the right thing to do by the way… three periods is an ellipsis. Three commas is just really poor punctuation. I know, I’m being a douche again) “Being sorry is not the same as apologizing. I can be sorry you fell down a well. I wouldn’t apologize if I didn’t push you.”

What do I preach that I do not implement? I’m sure there are things. But this stuff? I preach this, baby. And I implemented it.

I was sorry. Still kind of am, but I have a feeling that our relationship will never recover from this foul, base betrayal. Really. Sorry until you started defreinding everybody in some mad attempt to make sure that you were the cooler one. The newer, badder black. Children were defriended, people who never had a bad word to say about you were defriended. Maybe you thought to hurt them. Maybe you just wanted to make sure I couldn’t see your wall (you can hide that too, you know. It’s an option. Look for it.) Oh! BTW, we decied that being defriended was cooler than being the defriender, so we kinda win there. We’re the new, newer black.

We’re cool.

So, yeah, we kinda had fun at your expense tonight. And I did feel kind of sorry about that too. I think most of us did, and comments were even made that people still liked you, though they were concerned for your brain.

I don’t have the time. I’m busy blogging about it.

As a bonus, I’m posting his girlfriend’s post to me from facebook. I won’t reply, because I honestly don’t know what “it is”. I mean, I thought my blog post was clear. I will post my friends reply, because it works for me.

Why’d ya go an do that? If “it” didn’t matter, and “it” shouldn’t be a problem, than “it” wouldn’t have had you sitting for half an hour, not knowing what to respond with or ignore. Apparently, it does matter to you, and from the looks of it, from several others who likewise, aren’t capable of discerning “friendship” from a man that enjoys following political hot topics … doesn’t mean you have to comment, agree or even understand b/c first and foremost, he’s a friend. Shame, it’s a real shame

My friend replied…

It is a shame that someone who has been friends for so long doesn’t know his friend well enough to know he would be bothered. It is a shame that we are all from NY and do not like to keep our opinions to ourselves when they are put in front of our faces.It is a shame that he had been so tied up that he has forgotten how HIS friends handle these sorts of things and a damn shame that instead of saying lets agree to disagree he accused HIS friends of being ignorant.The old saying goes amidst friends never speak politics or religion it makes for a bad night. Just because I did not want to hear what **** had to say on political issues did not mean that I cared for him any less. That also did not mean that I would not be there in a time of need or that I did not see him and his family as my own. I am sure that Mondo felt the same.
**** is a great dad a hard worker and a caring friend. However I also think that he is silly in taking a defriendment from fb as an insult. If anything he should be amused that we as his friends decided that we would rather speak to him about his and our crises, the new tricks the dogs learned and how well or badly our kids are doing. I have no interest in the fact that he does or does not care for illegals, I do not want to know that he believes we should still have Bush in office and I really am not to keen on hearing his ideas on how the economy was ruined by the working man. Politics is like sex we all know that our parents and friends are involved in it but do we really want to know the details. You are right **** it is a damn shame that over something so silly HE would be ignorant enough to turn his backs on the only people who were there for it all. Girlfriends,kids,court cases,bills,broke down cars,babysitting,letting the dog out, meeting exes while exchanging children during visits, weddings, graduations, birthday parties and BBQs. You’re right it is a damn shame and a complete loss for all involved. So good luck with that.

She’s right. A damn shame.

But, moving on…

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 when he’s regurgitating what he hears on Fox News or from whatever conservative website he’s reading currently.

I used to comment, but that would usually lead to a whole mess of his like-minded friends jumping in and not saying anything to support his statement, just nay-say anyone who held a differing point. It’s fine to have differing points of view. I encourage it, in fact. But when your standard reply is to use the standard pop-conservative buzzwords and phrases, and insist that anyone not well versed in them is a fucking moron, it leads me to believe that you don’t have a different point of view, just someone else’s different point of view. Once when I asked where he was getting his information, I was basically told by he and his group that he didn’t need to present his sources of information, and that I should educate myself on the matter.

I’m plenty educated. Just want to know where you got your learnin’.

The last time I commented, was when he was bitching about people protesting something I had heard him protest about. But these people were protesting for the wrong reasons. I commented that the only time he seemed to use the facebook was when he had something to bitch about.

Oops.

Anyone who follows my twitter account knows I bitch plenty and often. If you don’t know that my favorite word is any word that uses some variation of the verb “fuck”, you don’t know me. He ranted about how all I do is bitch and moan and curse on the twitter, and here I am accusing him of ‘bitching’. He pointed out that I use foul language far too often and that children are following me on the facebook.

I am a bad person.

I wanted to argue back. I had arguments. All of my tweets are not “bitching” (though they are usually boring). I wanted to argue that any responsible parent should know what their child is doing on the fucking internets. If your child is following or friending me, you should know. Odds are that you are too, which is probably how your kids know me. If you don’t know me, you should be wondering “Who the fuck is this old guy my kid is friends with on the facebook or twitter?” and you should be looking at my posts/tweets. If you disapprove, you should be telling your kids “I don’t like that motherfucker’s shitty language, or the way he complains about his fucking sweaty balls!” and forcing them to drop me.

Note: If I am friends with your kid on facebook and you don’t know me, your kid is probably friends with my daughter and friended me up.

So, if you’re worried about what your ten-year-old is seeing me say on the fucking facebook or twitter? Tell them to drop me. I really won’t be offended. And I won’t mind not seeing what facebook applications they’re scoring on, or how much they love sparkly vampires, emo bands and fucking puppies.

And if you’re very worried about what sort of shit your kid is seeing and hearing, what the hell is your ten-year-old doing on facebook anyway?

Yes, my daughter had a facebook account early, too. And I scour her friends list fucking constantly.

The last “incident” (my last comment on his post was that I would never comment again, which I stuck to) had me sitting in dumbstruck sadness at how much he seems to have lost his mind to Glenn Beck. And I spent over half an hour thinking of ways to comment or question his view that would not seem like I was “attacking” him. and i realized that the only way not to come off as seeming like I was attacking him, or getting jumped by a bunch of his friends (who have a very negative opinion of me, methinks), would be to agree or ignore. I couldn’t agree, and I couldn’t ignore.

So, despite my reservations about doing this to someone I still consider a valued friend, I protected my inner-child and dropped him.

I hope this doesn’t upset him. When our mutual friend did the same thing, over a similar issue, I heard the giggling over how she had “un-friended” him, as if it was like the slamming down of a phone or making an attempt to somehow bother him. It wasn’t. It was just that she didn’t want to read the unsupported rantings of someone who doesn’t use facebook for anything else. It was her way of protecting the way she felt about him, and she was hoping that he wouldn’t take it the wrong way. Which he did.

But facebook ain’t the real fucking world. Because I unfriend you, doesn’t mean I’m no longer your friend. It just means that I’d rather communicate in real-time, and spare you from seeing my constant usage of the word “fuck”.

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, I even have a driver’s license that says that I live here now. I’m registered to vote here (as a Democrat – I figured they need the help here), and I’m looking for a job here.

Yep. I’m a bum again.

I have family here, so I can be a bum for a little while. But not too long, because I have expensive habits like BBC America, my cell phone and the need to pay for fucking internets I don’t use as often as I should.

The family is the reason I curse a little less. Three nieces and a nephew. All impressionable. And with a mother less tolerant than those I’m used to.

So between looking for work, I have had a little time to do some playing on the fucking internets. I’m hoping to bring sprawlcrawler back as a thing for this area. I need to do some serious messing about with the ill-literati site, and I have even set up a website for my brother. It ain’t much. A place holder at the moment, but I hope to do something interesting with it soon. You can see it at http://jwebsterelectric.com. My brother is an electrician, and a fucking good one. So if you’re a local to Winston-Salem or the surrounding area, give him a call if you need some electrical stuff done. Not just because he’s my brother, but because he’s your brother.

Don’t ask. I’m a little off today.

“Paul Is Trying To Kill Me” shirt sales are weak. But I think that’s because I only really pushed them to old co-workers. I really do want to push the Paul thing. If anyone deserves to be an icon for no reason, it’s Paul.

New “Fucking Internet” shirt designs are in the works. I’ll need permissions for some of them. The “Fucking Wi-Fi” shirt really needs to be re-done. I wouldn’t buy one either.

I’d like to do a “Fucking Wi-Fi” shirt that lights up when sensing a wi-fi hot spot. Like the big boys have.

Okay, I’m out for now kids. I have to drive my nieces home and play them some music off my iPod. Because culture is king, y’know? Okay.

Peace out, fucking homies.