An Uninspired Post

I know.

I have been a bad girl.

I haven't been blogging.

Or exercising. Or combing my hair. And all the other stuff good girls are suppose to do.

(I haven't been Facebook-ing either. That's because I don't know how!)

The truth of the matter is, I haven't been feeling very inspired lately to write the philosophical crap which is quite my genre.

And while others are particularly talented about turning the most random of things to the most interesting of articles, I alas am cursed. I make the most interestingly random things just plain ol' random. How boring is that!

That's the reason why I can't make a good story-teller. The Cinderella story will probably turned out to be as short as "Girl abused by step-family marries prince. Period."

I told you I was boring!

Anyway, here's a list of randomness amassed throughout the last couple of days, just not interesting enough to be turned into a blog entry.

Here goes nothing!

Have you noticed how the folks in movies don't need to go to the bathroom, or have lunch or take their vitamins?

Spiderman goes around swinging from building to building like a spider-ly George of the Jungle, and he never stops to take a leak?! Come on now! Maybe he pees while he's swinging over the heads of innocent pedestrains in New Yory City or wherever it is that he lives? And doesn't he ever get heat rash from wearing spandex. In fact, it will probability affect his virility, being squeezed into a tightsuit all day long. Poor Mary Jane.

Even in 24, which is suppose to show, minute by minute, one 24-hour day of some guy who has every terrorist in the whole world after his ass or something; the guy doesn't eat, doesn't shower, doesn't take a leak, doesn't do anything except run around with guns and being attacked by people. What an exhausting job! I hope he's paid well for his efforts. And he probably only has to work one 24-hour day, in one year! What a job!

Even Reality TV's far from realistic. They fight and bitch and scheme and quarrel all the time. I don't even see them eating because on Survivor, they're not quite allowed to eat unless they earn a million points killing dinosaurs or something. And seriously, how come nobody's thrown anything at the TV cameras or the host guy who comes and gloat over the losing team who has nothing to eat while the winning team gets to eat barbequed wild boar. I would have thrown rhino's dung at him!

Now if only I can do away with the eating and the drinking and the showering and the sleeping and the what-not, I'm sure my life would be just glamourous, don't you think?

What is the deal with Facebook?

I don't get it, and I don't think I ever will! The only reason why I signed up with the damn thing was to appease my colleagues nagging. So I have an account, and a photo posted on it. And before I know it, lo and behold, I get inundated with pokes and drinks and notifications and suddenly, everybody wants to be my friend!

I would love to see the latest photos of you and maybe have a conversation with you on how you're doing. But all that poking and throwing pies at what-not?! I mean, I thought we were friends?

I'm wishing now I can find the application that allows me to throw mud at people. Splat!


Alrighty! Enough randomness for today. I'll continue to bore all you poor people another day. *evil laugh*