TMR (This blog)

Yeah, so I know you are all aware that this blog is ridiculous but to belabor the point I thought I'd blog about it. I haven't written a new post since last December. It is now August (if I manage to post this before this month ends). I am frustrated with myself for being such a perfectionist and this has led me to ignore this blog for almost a year. (And also freaking Tosh.0 who literally does exactly what I intended to do with this blog but better and on TV. And with writers! Where is my team of writers?) Anyway, no one cares that I neatly space all my paragraphs, organize my thoughts, use properly formatted links and pictures to share information, and spell definitely correctly. (Okay, people that spell definitely incorrectly are annoying.) But I spell check everything and it is very time consuming. Sometimes I think if I just sTaRtEd tO tYpE lIke tHiS more people would pay attention. Ugh, Google counts mis-capped lettering as misspelled words! You don't know how much pain this will cause me to publish this without correcting it. Whatever, I am not looking for attention. I just want to tell you about all the ridiculous stuff in the world (like reality TV - it makes me shutter).

The point I am trying to make is that as my life goes on, I travel more for work, I become a father, I become a fiancé (and soon a husband), I pay out more money and so I end up with less net money, and my time starts to get thin. Making sure that decorations are set for a weekend family party becomes top priority now. This means that I need to change the format of this blog. It is too ridiculous for even me! I cannot do ample amounts of research to make sure I know what I am talking about. For now on, I am just going to post links, pictures, phrases, thoughts, and whatever I can find that deems itself ridiculous. I am pretty much going to twittify this blog except for that stupid 140 character limit. Jeez twitter! You have how many million followers and you can't even let me type an exclamation at the end of my 140 character rant? Cut me a break! I am American. I have this false sense of freedom. It is not like anything else in this country is limited.

So be prepared for a splattering of random ridiculousness in the future. No, I am not dead and neither is this blog. I took a vacation to start a blog about my newborn baby (which I now never post on either). This brings me back to the need for an eighth day in the week for resting and catching up with your life. Sunday just doesn't cut it anymore. It is practically my busiest day in the week!

Miracles, double rainbow, Auto-Tune the News, Tosh.0 - I am going to tear you a new asshole. Oh there's one thing that I do better than Tosh, I don't get bleeped. Asshole. Fuck. Shit. Bitch. Okay, now this is just getting ridiculous. This was about 140 characters right?