Wait, where have all these blog posts come from? The madness of my mind surprises even myself at times.
Lately, I have not had a lot of time to keep up on my blogging adventures. Little things such as everyday life kind of get in the way. Earning a living, family dealings, going outside and actually having a life, etc. It sometimes gets kind of hard to keep up on things. So I apologize to my readers out there if my postings have been sporadic at best, and commenting back has been hit or miss. Things have calmed down a bit and I will be dropping by to see what you all are up to very soon. In the meantime, I just want to offer a big thanks to all that have stayed with me along the way through all of my gluttonous meals, drunken exploits, and rantings of NYC craziness.
I just happened to take a peek at my WordPress stats and tools to see what has been going on. The spam filter is working and caught a bunch of junk, I had a few plug-ins to update, and then I noticed one big thing that caught my eye. I had hit 400 blog posts! Holy crap when did that happen? Now, I know it’s not a huge number to many bloggers out there who seemingly have a ton of time to post something almost every day, but to me that’s something to celebrate a bit. I remember when I started this mess of a blog I had no clue what I was doing. I had a vision of the niche I wanted to develop for myself and it had to be unique. After all, you don’t find too many male bloggers out there with a lifestyle, food, and humor blog all rolled into one. Along with the 400 posts are also thousands of comments that have accumulated along the way. Again, I thank all who have read and commented. I am humbled that some actually enjoy this mindless babble.
Hopefully, I can hit the next 100 posts and people will still like what I am doing here. Even if I will need to post shots of myself in assless chaps, or pics of my junk to keep your attention. This fame whore will earn it, baby!
Now on to some ridiculousness that I am sure everyone who watches the news has been privy to. Namely, those morons who just can’t seem to stop playing with fireworks on July 4th. I think it’s a tie for “Idiot of the Week” honors. There was this one dude who thought it would be wise to place a mortar tube on his head and become a human launching pad. Really, what was going through this idiot’s mind at that moment in time? “Hey, bro, I have a cool idea! Let’s put this bomb on my head and light it on fire!” Of course the guy was killed instantly. It’s pretty much like having your buddy shoot a bazooka right at your face. Let’s just say this was another Darwin Award winner and the herd was lessened a bit once again.
Oh, and now his parents are calling for stricter laws with training and licensing programs for fireworks. The blame game begins again. Yup, just more self-absorbed parents who want to blame everyone and everything despite the fact that their 22 year old son was an adult drinking booze and acting irresponsibly and got himself killed. In a state where fireworks are legal. When will all the finger pointing and blame calling end in this country? Yes, it’s sad their son died in a horrible, yet incredibly stupid way, but take some responsibility. Don’t blame the fireworks. Maybe as parents they should have taught him common sense. I’ll admit to doing dumb things as a teen with firecrackers and bottle rockets myself, but even back then when I was a real dummy I knew better than this. (Yes, I am still a dummy today but not an idiot!)
What’s next? Someone stubs their toe and sues the furniture company to enforce regulations on couches?
Then there was the incident with New York Giants
star idiot football player Jason Pierre-Paul who thought it would be fun to blow up his right hand. Yup, a dude making millions playing a game and in the middle of contract negotiations for a multi-year deal with the team. From what I read he actually had a U-Haul truck full of fireworks that he was going to set off, and took pictures of him and his infant son next to it. What was he thinking? The last thing I would ever do if I was a pro-sports athlete would be to put anything dangerous near my hands or body. Especially things that explode! Now, the damage was so bad his hand was severely burned and his index finger amputated. His career, and that with the Giants are in jeopardy. What a complete moron. Are you going to tell me with all his money he couldn’t just have taken his family to Disney World to watch the fireworks show in safety since they were in Florida when this happened?
Anyway, hope you all had a safe and enjoyable Independence Day weekend.
As the old saying goes – You can’t fix stupid!