11.05.2004

"Political Emo: Sillier Than Regular Emo?"

In an effort to get away from the political heartbreak of the last week, I'm going to start a new series of blog entries. That's right, a series. Kind of like in church when the pastor has a series of sermons on one topic like "The Fruits of the Spirit" or "Stuff Jesus Said" or "Conservative Christianity: Legitimate Belief System or Mere Voting Bloc?" (My personal favorite: "Dudes Kissing: 1001 Reasons Why It's Gross and Really Scares Us")

My series will be nothing so noble. In fact, it may very well be the ultimate in meaningless information. I will be blogging about blogs. That's right, my friends. We have entered the age of meta-blogging. Each post I will feature one or two of the blogs I regularly visit and tell a little about the author and why they warranted one of my precious bookmarks. This is a very elaborate method of replacing the "links" section that cooler blog programs like Xanga have. Stupid Xanga. Strangely, this has actually been requested by at least one person, and it will give me something to talk about. Because when it comes to my friends, sarcastic jibes practically write themselves.

Rob's Office Space

The previous statement applies to no one more than Rob. It's appropriate that we start with him, as he was the very first person to reply to one of my posts and has been a dedicated reader ever since. Rob, like myself, is not skinny. He is wiry. He is also a huge geek. Every birthday since he was 8, he has wished that he would become animated. Many speculate this has, for all intents and purposes, already come true.

At one point, Rob adamantly denied the possibility of starting his own blog. This lasted all of two days before he realized he could waste company resources and time by doing it at work. Rob is a genius. He details the terrible, soulless reality of office life in a way that makes it almost easy to stomach. He has a disproportionately hot girlfriend. Much hotter than mine, who does not exist. He also has a dedicated crew of commenters, some of whom are certified nutjobs.

So check out Rob's blog. His current post is particularly awesome, mainly because it's very complimentary of me. I expect this to change very soon after he reads this. But regardless, come back for the next post in the series. Because, as bad as it could be, it's gotta be better than dudes kissing.

"Stuff Jesus Said"...heh. I'm hilarious.

8 comments:

Rob said...

Hey, wow... this is offically the first time my blog has been mentioned on this vast internet of our. And I have YOU to thank for that Tim. Thanks for the excellent review and I thought I'd give you an insider exclusive:

Next week on "Rob's Office Space" I'll make a post about Ro, pictures included. Seeing as that she's becoming quite a topic for everyone, I thought I should formally introduce her to some people.

There you have it. Remember folks, you heard it here on TimmyTapeworm.blogspot.com! Come on by and leave a comment - the door's always open.

P.S. Tim, your link is bogus. You got http://http:// and that's all screwin' with everything. So the address is: http://xrobfrenchx.blogspot.com

Peace! I'm out!

Timmy Tapeworm said...

Man, I knew I would screw that up somehow. Thanks for the heads-up, Robbo. It's already fixed.

I'd like to say, as non-creepily as possible, that I'm very much looking forward to the Ro post. Ah, dang it. That was still pretty creepy.

Scott said...

Timmy: not posting in 5 days? You sound like...me. Congratulations. You've reached the next level. Some call it the promised land, but I was born here so I'm lazy and xenophobic.

Everyone else: WE HAVE TO POST. Comments are the wood that fuels this blogfire. As the wise man once said:

"Maybe I would have been more inspired to post if you had commented. Ever! You lapse in commenting, I lapse in posting. That's how it works. So there!"

Heed the words, work the system. - Scott

Rob said...

Preach on Brother Scotty!

Anonymous said...

In the spirit of keeping this up, I'd like to add a random two thumbs up to the following flims:
I heart Huckabees
Motorcycle Diaries
The Incredibles

Go see each of these twice and when you have all the quotes down, I'll be here to be your friend.
-josh

Anonymous said...

okay fellows, i am rising to the challenge. so...because it was someone's special birthday yesterday, i won't name any names, but josh it's you..anyways, i realized that i know at least eight different versions of the happy birthday song. i feel i could have a corner on the market with this. can anyone beat that?! yeah. that's what i thought. i rock! ps. hi timmy.
allyn

Anonymous said...

Tim,

How come your words aren't red on your own blog page? Are they less holy here? Or do they only rise to the level of redness when they're quoted by a second party? There's some New Criticism for you.

I saw a fabulous emo jacket this weekend -- a black zip-up hoodie with a white heart (broken, naturally) split across the zipper. As for your question / title for the day, political emo would definitely be sillier. Imagine, if you will: (1) Kerry in above sweatshirt (2) Kerry's head in place of the heart on above sweatshirt. I could go on, but, as you can see, it's rather silly. Even sillier than your run-of-the-mill emo. Who'd have thought?

Lisa

PS - Props from the English major on your usage of "meta"! How postmodern of you...

Timmy Tapeworm said...

Scott and Rob - Calm the crap down. Once every five days almost keeps pace with you, Scott. You punk.

Josh - Now who's seeing all the movies? Shouldn't you be studying or something? No more movies for you until you learn how to say "transcend space and time" in Greek.

Allyn - 8 versions? I don't know about that, unless you know foreign languages or something. You might have to prove it next time I see you. But yes, you do rock. But not when you say it yourself. (Says the guy who proclaims himself hilarious.)

Lisa - If my words were red on this page, the page would look like it was bleeding. And that's just creepy. But thanks for the props. I was awfully proud of my use of meta. I enjoy being postmodern. It suits my infinite nature.