Taking the Axe Back to the Ol' Grindstone

So... blogging huh?  Yeah.  Back to the olllllllll' blog.  To write insightful things for the internet to enjoy.  Blogging.  Totally blogging.  So much stuff to write about.  Each thing more entertaining and edgy than the last.

Oh!  I have something!  Yay, an idea for a post.  Thank Jeebus, because I was this close (I am holding my fingers a very, very short distance apart right now) from just faking a seizure and that, it turns out, is extremely difficult to do in text form.  Still, gonna keep that little gem in my back pocket.  Also, no pictures for this post since I'm lazy with the cut and paste and don't want to incur copyright wrath when I'm just barely back to doing this nonsense.  Real content after the jump.

Game of Thrones. A synopsis.

This post contains spoilers.  It is a summary of the first half of the first season of Game of Thrones. Please do not read unless you want things spoiled.  Let's jump like a small boy climbing a wall and peering through random windows...

We Can Do this the Easy Way or the Hard Way. Okay, Cupid?

I'm back, bitches!!!!!!!

I'm sorry.  That was uncalled for vulgarity.  It won't happen again.  Mostly because I'm lazy and it's hard to say if I will return to regular writing.  But I'm going to try.  For realz this time.

There is soooooooo much to talk about.  So many things have happened in the year since my last post.  Like... um... there was... uh... the... thing with the... economy and... the... um... environment...

I saw this when I looked out my window this morning.  So, yeah, I guess that's something.

Anyway, yeah, there's a Republican primary.  And some black kid got shot for wearing a hood (irony much?)  Those are important.  But I'd rather talk about me instead.  So get ready for shameless self-indulgence after the JUMP!

Judge Not Lest Ye be... Praised?

This is going to be a slightly more serious entry.  Apologies.  Here, I take an extended sabbatical and then repay the patience of those of you who waited out my self-boycott by gifting you a decided lack of humor.  I don't mean to kick you when you are down, I really don't.  I just can't help it.  You're so easy to kick.  All the way down there, right next to my feet.

Also, dinner wasn't ready... AGAIN.

For those of you who had not heard, a BYU player was recently dismissed from his basketball team for having sex with his girlfriend.  There are so many, many things that upset me about this.  So many aspects I can criticize.  I could easily write 2-3 entries on it and, you know what, I will.  Because it's my fucking blog.  My first major issue with all this after the jump.