Yes, the Stereotype Is True
I know the posts have been somewhat sparse in recent weeks. Not that we've had a tremendous legacy of having this blog, but we would like to do a little more than we have (thanks, Zinglebert, by the way, for keeping it going recently).
I can tell you that there's no legitmate reason for us not to post. As bloggers, it's not like we've gone on a family vacation, or enjoyed the warm weather riding a motorcycle, or gone to Las Vegas, or actually played basketball (or any other sport), or worked on projects around the house. We're bloggers: to go with the stereotype, we don't have families, motorcycles are scary machines that only hairy, tatooed gang-members named Skeeter ride, Las Vegas is just some cool place in a movie where George Clooney and Brad Pitt live, and we can't play sports because our muscles have atrophied from non-use. In fact, we've never played any sport, ever. We also have rickets because we don't get enough sunlight, since we live in our mothers' basements.
No, it's easier for most people to believe that since we're bloggers, our inactivity of late must be because we were all at a Sci Fi convention of some sort. Which of course is true: we have been at a Sci Fi convention. Mind you, not a convention dedicated to one particular show or milieu, but to ALL THINGS Sci Fi. Here are some of the titles of sessions at the convention:
"Debating the merits of Greedo shooting first"
"Death Blossom: Weapon of last resort, or new offensive tactic?"
"The future of the past: why can't Sam Beckett leap into the future?"
"Analysis of the most efficient USS Enterprise design"
"Clinical differences between hobbits, gnomes, and dwarves"
"Care and training of your Mog"
Now you see why we haven't posted. Can you blame us? We're bloggers, after all. Isn't that what you expect?
I can tell you that there's no legitmate reason for us not to post. As bloggers, it's not like we've gone on a family vacation, or enjoyed the warm weather riding a motorcycle, or gone to Las Vegas, or actually played basketball (or any other sport), or worked on projects around the house. We're bloggers: to go with the stereotype, we don't have families, motorcycles are scary machines that only hairy, tatooed gang-members named Skeeter ride, Las Vegas is just some cool place in a movie where George Clooney and Brad Pitt live, and we can't play sports because our muscles have atrophied from non-use. In fact, we've never played any sport, ever. We also have rickets because we don't get enough sunlight, since we live in our mothers' basements.
No, it's easier for most people to believe that since we're bloggers, our inactivity of late must be because we were all at a Sci Fi convention of some sort. Which of course is true: we have been at a Sci Fi convention. Mind you, not a convention dedicated to one particular show or milieu, but to ALL THINGS Sci Fi. Here are some of the titles of sessions at the convention:
"Debating the merits of Greedo shooting first"
"Death Blossom: Weapon of last resort, or new offensive tactic?"
"The future of the past: why can't Sam Beckett leap into the future?"
"Analysis of the most efficient USS Enterprise design"
"Clinical differences between hobbits, gnomes, and dwarves"
"Care and training of your Mog"
Now you see why we haven't posted. Can you blame us? We're bloggers, after all. Isn't that what you expect?
Labels: bloggers, rickets, Sci Fi convention, Vegas
posted by Lom Henn at
1:08 AM
3 Comments:
Yes, it was nice to get out of our mothers' basements for a short while, see how scary the outside world really is and run back to our basements.
Lom, I do take issue with your comments on sports. I think we get in quite a lot of sports. Madden '08, NBA Live, MLB '08, Tiger Woods '08, etc. How can you say that we don't play sports?
You did forget to mention a couple of the sessions that I attend at the conference:
"Does rolling really help?"
"Did the Justice League really need Aquaman?"
And my personal favorite at the convention...
"How to identify a vagina"
Now, back to our lives of blogging the days away.
OK, so we had a vagina, a donut, and a mop....hhmmmm...which one was it?...I DID see a picture of one on the Internet once.....OH HELL!!..I can't remember what one looks like.
And I can't venture out of the basement, my level 5 elf would surely burst into flames!
Gotta get back, my recon squad is gathering intel for our assault on the Hoth base later this evening.
This makes me so happy to see a comment from Kringlebert...
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