Blues for the penitentiary

Well here I am, illegally blogging on the weekend.

It's Saturday and I have nothing better to do than write this down.  I don't even have anything important, stupid, ridiculous, embarrassing or relevant to say.  I could be reading the paper and, in fact, after I've done this, I'm going to make a coffee and sit down and read the paper.  But first, I have to write this.

Why?  I don't HAVE to write this but I HAVE to write this.  Why?  What's the point?  There is no point, other than it's Saturday and, according to all blog law, no one writes on the weekend. 

But, don't writer's write?  And, if I have a blog - albeit a blog that allows anyone to use it - doesn't that count me as a writer?  Even a writer with atrocious grammar? 

So, writer's write; regardless of the day.

So I have written. 

So it has come to pass. 

I'm a writer. 

Booya.

How to cultivate squatter's rights.

You know something?  I really hope that every teenager that's on Twitter right now, saves all their Tweets to read back to themselves when they're 40.

I mean, I'm over forty and on Twitter but I'm trying to be a bit careful with what I write.  I'm not just blithely putting up stupid platitudes that mean nothing, like: If she doesn't love you, she's not worth it and if you don't love her, you're not worth it.  Or: the only thng tht mttrs is bng rl! 

Stupid fucking shit that becomes 'Top Tweets' and you just want to kill yourself.  I REALLY hope all the Bieber fanatics keep their abysmal tweets and read them back to themselves when they're 20.  They'll want to die. 

It's not that I'm against all this shit.  And it isn't as though I didn't think or say the same sort of dumb, stupid shit when I was 13.  It's just that we never had a major international forum to post our crap on.  And thank Fucking God for that! 

Remember kids; what you put out now, WILL come back to bite you on the arse.  It's the circle of life Simba.

Civil war to kill the Nazis

I watched Mad Men for the first time last night.  And I'm very sorry to say that I was disappointed. 

I'll keep watching it, because my wife loves it.  And sure it looks good and the writing is crisp and honest but, men like Don Draper piss me off. 

I don't think they're cool.  I don't think they're right.  I don't think they're men to be idolized.  Men like Don Draper are to be pitied and maybe that's the point.  Maybe I'm supposed to feel this way.  In which case - bravo Mad Men, bravo. 

I'll warm to it eventually.  How can I not when the acting is so good?  When the scripts are spot on?  When the whole vibe of the show is so correct?  It doesn't mean I'll ever respect the character Don Draper. 

But maybe I can admire what John Hamm brings to him.