I'm Back

Now that my computer is freshly repaired, I'm back to blogging.  In the meantime, if you read this blog, then you probably have enough time to read my band's blog:

www.thehibernauts.blogspot.com

The Awesome Depression

"Great" just isn't a strong enough word.  The current economic situation has affected me but I'm not too upset about it.

Even though the very few people who read this blog already know about this, I figured I'd put it out there anyway.  Late last month, I parted ways with my employer in a fairly amicable lay-off. It was not my decision.

When it happened I experienced some sense of rejection and humiliation, but I soon embraced the accompanied euphoria in not having to report to work for "the man" every day.

I'm sharing on this fairly personal information on this very-public forum because I needed to explain my bloggin hiatus, which was due to the loss of the computer that was part of my relationship with my past employer.

In the meantime, if anyone needs freelance contruction work, handyman services, someone to chop wood, babysit, or general day labor, let me know.  Work requests can be sent to brettaramsey@gmail.com.

In the meantime I'll be busy growing my "freedom beard" for the rest of the year.

Death to the Dry Cleaners, Free Wrinkles for All!

That's the title of my new album.

I spilt a beverage on my laptop and now it doesn't go. Hence, my study procrastination postings have been slowing down. Finals on borrowed laptop, super. I'd also like to apologize for my last two posts, they were sexist and not very funny. I promise to make up for it after Thursday, schools out and I have a real hum-dinger I've been storing up. Yes, a, hum, dinger.

Ir-regardless, I thought I'd throw up this piece o' google videography:

(A little premise, Will Leitch is emo-y kid from St. Louis that writes Deadspin.com, which if you have even an effiminate homosexual's interest in sports, and have visited the interweb's series of tubes, you should be familar with him. Big Daddy Drew is one of the chief writers of Kissing Suzy Kolber, which is where I like to steal all of my obscene joke ideas from.)



There is some reaction here and here, but does the crazy old man representing a dying medium have a point? What's going to happen when dick and fart jokes take over mainstream media? Will it become socially acceptable to drop F-bombs within earshot of a little league game, forever ridding college kids of the self-reflective shame of their everyday vocabulary? Will kids in the future have to develop cool new swear words we haven't even thought of? Will the suffix "-kakke" eventually become socially acceptable despite it's sick, sick, and very wrong origin (see, less sexist)?

Will anyone know how to fix my laptop?

Will Blogger let me use a Helvetica font someday?

Will the rest of world join with me against Dry Cleaning's opression?

Morbid Thought

"If I die, who is going to answer my phone to let the caller know that I won't be returning their call?"

Not to be overly grim, but I think about that from time to time and I figured I would let the blogoshpere know how strange I am.

Should I seek someone to fill this position?