Why Am I Such A Lazy Blogger?

Seriously, I should have no problem writing something everyday. I'm an opinionated bastard and I see and hear about stuff everyday that the world needs to hear my perspective on!

Of course, there's the persistent problem that people are too stupid, too wrapped up in their own ways of thinking, or just completely so out of sync with my wisdom that I'm constantly casting pearls before swine.

Also, the full time job, the wife, the kids, the video games, the internet porn, cd collecting, movie watching, etc- they just seem to get in the way of blogging too. So, if you've somehow become addicted to all the treasures of wisdom that I so infrequently dish up here, please accept my apologies for the infrequency of my posts. Please know that I think about blogging everyday, and I do it for you.

I'm thinking about it when I'm coaching my daughter's soccer team. As I scream my lungs out at these 8 and 9 year old kids to play their positions, look for passes, and to (goddamnit) be more aggressive in attacking the ball, I'm thinking of the things I should be sharing you with you, my loyal but small audience.

I'm thinking about it when some insane moron in an SUV almost kills me on my little red Vespa. God, I hate cars. I wish for the day when I can live in an environment where I can either walk or take public transit wherever I need to go.

I think about stuff to write every time I watch the Daily Show. I really wanted to write a scathing review of Meat Beat Manifesto last week after they played here. I really wanted each and everyone of you to know just how badly they sucked. I guess that's the chance you take when you go just to see what they sound like because allmusic.com mentioned how they used to be part of a loose political cooperative with the Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy and Consolidated. After 30 minutes of vocal-less techno-industrial beats, the cleverly cute, but now monotonous collage of old movie and tv images just didn't cut it anymore. I wanted to hear some clever political vocals, not just see scenes from Faster Pussycat, Kill, Kill mixed in with weird old sci-fi films. I said goodbye to my friends, walked out into the Salt Lake night and rode my little red Vespa amongst all the Suburbans and H-2s that were trying to kill me and that I wanted to kill.