So what's this all about?

Ah so.  The title makes little sense without context.  Which I will leave that way.  Explaining the reasoning behind the title of a blog is a meta-masturbation I'd rather avoid.  And that's not the point.  I did this for me.  I made a blog to showcase my pseudo-intellectualism and celebrate my dictionary.com lexicon.  I made one of these things with the sole purpose of being as hipster as possible, and I won't have my own readership judging my thick, black rimmed glasses and arrogant laissez-faire attitude toward The American Dream by pretending to be a nihilist.  I mean, I live in America n' stuff, and I'm going to prove it by using the word "socialist" in a negative connotation and discussing how everything's pointless!

I may have been misleading as per my reason for starting one of these up.  I believe a close friend and associate of mine started one of these blogs on the premise that she would help broaden the horizons of those that asked questions of her through philosophy and critique.  I make no such promises, and even suggest this blog may have an adverse effect on you, the reader. However, I feel I owe the world a lot of explanation as to why I haven't started one of these thingamajiggers earlier, and the answer is rather simple.  I'm lazy.  I'm so lazy that I can almost guarantee this blog will fall to the wayside faster than Avril Levigne's career.  Besides, blogging sounds like it's another way to say jerking off, and I can't prove or deny the credibility of that statement.  And if I can't take the name of something seriously, it's almost impossible to take the actual act seriously. 

I honestly thought of at least five different things that I could have done with the time that I spent typing this up, most of which would have been immediately tabled so I could play more online games or cruise Facebook.  So the question becomes: why not?  Certainly, there are less productive ways to spend my time, and I'm sure that no one but good friends will care what I write here.  So it becomes a venting place for all of my unprocessed and repressed rage that have accumulated over the years.  It's like the therapist I'll probably never need.  My joy is overwhelming me.

So, about me!:  Along with my many outdated, archaic tastes lie the urge to make people uncomfortable and say obnoxious and possibly insulting things.  I have a bucket list that includes starting a riot, so it's only fair that I have a potty mouth that may or may not incite mobs to rage against The Man and take to the streets.  Either or, fun times.  I also plan on making small inserts about my interests so as to make things more... interesting.  Expect to see controversial facts/chicanery about composers in history, complicated music theory and Greco-Roman gods and their fucked up behavior.

So expect to see a short burst of activity followed by a tapering off and eventual stop.  I know I can't wait to disappoint a larger group of people than my mother!