uncoolkids.com will change your life
Current mood: foul-mouthed

I've been working with my friend shannon on an event listing website for big fucking dorks like myself.  Go to the site.  Use the site.  It will blow your fucking mind.

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I made a real blog

www.whitehothouse.com/blog.html

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the darkest day
Current mood: pensive

I've come to accept the fact that bush is probably going to win this thing, and that he probably did so without breaking a law. This makes me incredibly depressed, because it means that the people that live in this country actually voted for him. I can't help but wonder, what the fuck? I have decided to secede from the union. The nation of Tim is now independent.

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women's football

this is the coolest thing I've ever seen. I want a woman who can bench press me. grrr

http://www.newyorkdazzles.com/

http://www.dallasdiamondsfootball.com/

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The smallest year

I was born in 1978, which happens to be the year in which the fewest number of babies were born in this country since WWII. Barring some sort of nuclear annihilation or the initiation of a Braveheart-like Overlord Bush noctus primus policy, there will never be another year in which so few children are born in this country ever again. The fact that there aren't too many of us '78ers around doesn't bother me as much as the fact that we belong to no clearly defined generation. I am equal parts X and Y (the generation and the gender) and as such am simultaneously a beard stubble-sporting cynical slacker and an upbeat techno-savvy citizen of youth. I blog and I bitch.

I've decided this can mean one of two things: A) I can act as a bridge between the angst-filled Xers and the chirpishly techy Yers, uniting depth and breadth to create a force heretofore unknown to man, or B) Absolutely no one but this tiny sliver of a demographic of people born in 1978 will ever understand me, and I am doomed to produce art that cannot possibly resonate with any commercially viable demographic of people close enough in age to be called peers. In truth, I suspect the latter is more likely. Or else I'll just keep doing what I'm doing for a living and sell out all your asses to clueless boomers that are just trying to make a buck. Suckers.

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britney as building block

I realized something tonight for the first time. Pop culture (music, tv, movies, magazines, etc) are for people who don't really like the actual art forms they're consuming. Pop music is designed for people who hate music. Pop music is small talk for people who don't like to have actual conversations. Sitcoms are dumbed-down morality plays for people who refuse to examine their own morality in any depth. Armchair quarterbacks generally hate sports--imagine their fat asses thrown onto a field (where did the concept of body as temple get lost?). Pop culture is a civilizing, normalizing, anesthetizing social lubricant for people who hate their lives and don't know why.

However, it is a common language. I am incapable of small talk (unless actually anesthetized by a substance) and have no desire to follow sports. As a result, I have few male friends.

If Britney Spears and football are the lowest possible conversational denominators, is it perhaps worth learning about them? Is pop culture really the building blocks of all culture? When learning a new language the first thing you learn is small talk and inocuous questions because these are the things you need for survival. Explaining what postmodern means won't get you a meal or a toilet.

Just when I thought I had it figured out.... If pop culture is necessary, but designed to be adored by those who hate whatever art form it's taking, I guess the question is: why do people hate art and sport? Fear of failure perhaps?

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