Okay, first off I must say that the fact it is 24 degrees outside in March means that I have pissed SOMEONE off in a past life. Or a current life, I don’t know. I kind of drift in and out of my own life because it is more fun that way; I like to be surprised by my actions. So 2011 is only three months old and I have to say that if I have learned nothing, it is that Facebook has offered me little to no redeeming factors to my life. Seeing as how I spend half of my time saying “Who is this person and how did you get on here?” for about 70% of the updates that show up I must say that it has actually confused me more than anything else. It actually makes me understand the plight of older people when they were confused on why we thought that the high-top fade was a good idea….ever:

Okay, now I remember why that was in fashion. Kid N’ Play were DOPE! Anyway, maybe I am lost in the world as Kanye would say but I have to say a few things about the crap that is on there and it goes a little something like this.

#1. No One Gives A SHIT About Your Pokemanz
Pining for nostalgia is one thing, but refusal to accept when no one gives a shit about something is another bag of dead Raichus’. I have been involved in my own searches for more money in my youth (Captain Power and those video tapes you could shoot your plane at, StarCom men and those 55 piece playsets) but at some point…you have caught them all and need to move on. I don’t give a shit about your Pokemon Black, Blue, Turquoise or Menstrual Crimson Versions of that dumb ass game. The next person to inform me that they have Pokemanz…is getting de-friended and getting shot. Maybe not in that fucking order. I don’t care and Pokemon has and always will be the most asinine program since Homeboyz In Outer Space. The only good thing about that show was the goddamn Pokerap and even THAT was slightly above Nelly-worthy:

By the way, only the FIRST Pokerap was worth a shit. All the others after were like the multiple remixes of Tag-Team’s “Whoomp! There It Is” and not worth the time and ended up killing small children. Or not, again I kind of zone in and out.

#2. If You Are Going To Put Your Life On Display…Make Sure You WANT It On Display
Okay, the internet is an open forum that you cannot stop. If you are going to put things about your life on the internet make sure you are ready to have them in a forum that can be read and seen by ANYONE. You think your words don’t make it back to your job when you complain about how shitty your boss is? They do so if you don’t want the world to know then shut the fuck up. You don’t want your pictures showing up on pornsites or places you don’t want them to? Don’t put them up. I know you should have the right for privacy and blah blah blah but someone can buy your address information for less than a fucking Big Mac so if someone wanted to find you, they can and will. Now if someone hacks into your account then by all means you have been violated but to put your information or photos on website that at its core is social networking means that any information you put on there is NETWORKED SOCIALLY. This is coming from a man who is on no less than 100 forums and 300 Facebook pages dressed as a deceased funk musician/singing, lovemaking cartoon chef. I knew the repercussions and I actually embrace that. Now if I showed up on a Fox News site, then I may be pissed but until then I made the choice to dress that way and I don’t mind it’s on the internet. When I put updates about going out and having a few drinks I know exactly the mental vision I give off and I don’t mind because the club can’t handle me right now:

What can I say, I likes to get down. Either way, I am fine with that for the most part. When I don’t want it known what I am doing and how I feel…I DON’T PUT IT ON FACEBOOK.

I have more, but I am kind of burnt out right now. A lot of things weighing on my last nerve and I may have to get buck wild pretty soon. Next blog will likely be about women at the club. Stay tuned!

Chachi Out