Patrick Says

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Best part: ‘I love your waist and pillows.’ Awesome!

Okay, I came to the conclusion today that Blog365 isn’t that great of an idea (just my opinion). I don’t mean to slam anyone and that is completely not my intent. But writing a blog post every day for a year is going to end up with at least one hundred (or more) really crappy blog posts, unless you’re really lucky (or good).

I’m not criticizing the bloggers participating in Blog365. There are a fair number of quality blogs in that group. But there are also blogs where the writer feels the need to give you the excruciating minutia of their everyday life. I got a boring life over here…I don’t need yours as well. I don’t really care what you ate for lunch today.

I blog because I want to entertain you or make you think about something in a way you might not have before. But in trying to fulfill this 24-hour requirement thing, I’ve put up some crap posts. I will be removing them and going back to posting when I feel I’ve got something interesting or entertaining to say. That’s just how I roll.

Good luck to all the 365Blog participants. Remember, quality over quantity.

Dear Dude In Best Buy Playing Guitar Hero,

I was walking through the store and happened to pass by the section with the video games. I saw you there with your far-too-small guitar strapped around your neck. You were playing some rocking tune, I’m sure. You caught my eye and I could tell, you had one thought on your mind: do I look like a tool with this thing on?

Let me answer that for you: yes. Completely. You look friggin’ ridiculous. Now I’m sure in your head, you feel like Eddie or Slash or hell, even Johnny Reznik from the Goo Goo Dolls.

But the reality, my friend, the reality. The reality is that it’s way closer to this:

Conferences are great…and not just for the reasons you think they are.

Okay. Everybody farts. We all know this. But when you’re in a conference, it’s a quiet room and you’re there for an hour at a time. And unless you’re sure it’s silent AND odorless, you can’t squeak anything out. So, as soon as the conference break comes up, everyone heads for the john.

I’m in this group too. I’m only human. I go into a stall and sit down. What I hear is awe-inspiring. Fifteen stalls echoing a chorus of farts that can only be compared to that infamous scene from ‘Blazing Saddles’.

Long live the conference!

Kevin Federline is on ‘One Tree Hill’ tonight. I was going to put ‘Popozao’ up here, but even I couldn’t watch that crap.

So, instead, IT’S PEANUT BUTTER FEDER TIME!!!