Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Busting My Blog Cherry

God, that looks even grosser in print than it did in my head.


So, this is the "Because I have to" Blog. Shambacca(Sham-Baa-ka) is an old nickname/alter ego from seventh grade. It's a combination of Shamu (the killer whale) and Chewbacca (if you don't know who that is, we've already got problems). I just noticed that this will display the date and time of every post. I wouldn't be surprised if most of the posts are made on Tuesdays between the hours of noon and four ish. The only difference between a diamond and a chunk of coal is PRESSURE. This is the closest thing I have to a religious conviction. Hell, performing under pressure is easy. It's all the normal stuff that's hard.


So just talk(type), huh? Thats easy. I can write up a storm, even if I type like a chimp. My best quantity/time record for a school paper is four pages in three hours. I learned more about Queen Elizabeth in those three hours than I did in two weeks of class.


Went to IKEA on sunday. Not to buy anything, just to make fun of the crappt furniture, the people, and consumer culture in general. I went with ThugNasty(Name altered to protect the guilty) with the expressed purpose of finding some funny, and he kept getting all pissy at me for wondering out loud if any of the solid brass statuetes had been used in crimes of passion or how many dead hookers have been carted somewhere wrapped in IKEA sheets. It's a big company, so probably lots, right?


While we were leaving, I jumped over a folding sign that was at about belly button height. I stumbled a little on the landing, but I cleared it, no problem.


So that's it; my first post on my first blog. The following post's should be very similar in tone. Dead hooker jokes, recounts of me jumping over/off of things.


God, I'm a blogger now. BLOGGYBLOGGYBLOGGYBLOG.