Just to say that I’m still alive.
And also to say hello.
As well as to apologize for again, neglecting my blog as well as you guys who take the time to read it and comment on it. Yeah, I’m majorly kissing your ass, I’m aware of that, but I’m feeling kinda guilty about being so sucky at keeping up with my one and only and minuscule blog, and the handful of people who bother to check it out and leave their thoughts.
The problem is, I’ve added yet a new addiction to my already large and ever-growing series of existing addictions: Twitter. That’s fucking great, because I needed to get hooked on Twitter about as much as I needed a second anus.
However, I’ll not yet bore you with details about my still brand-new Twitter addiction, because I’m saving that for my next post, which shall be a behemoth made of confused ramblings about the evils of Twitter and my own stupid propensity to fall for every single Goddamn gimmick on the internet. I bet you’re really looking forward to reading it now, aren’t you? 😉
Oh yeah, and while I’m here, I might as well give you a quick update (giving quick updates is what I do all bloody day at the moment, so it’s become second-nature to me) on my long-time-no-see American Idol recaps. Well, I don’t know what will become of them, although I have scrupulously been taking notes during each show.
Now, whether or not those notes will turn into full-blown-and-full-of-shit recaps remains to be seen, depending on a number of different factors: weather, time, will power, real-life responsibilities, alcohol intake, social life and Twitter addiction, to name of few.
Not that it makes a difference anyway; in fact, ironically enough, in the past two weeks, my blog stats have risen , in spite of my not posting a single word. I’m not being paranoid here, but if I go with the saying: “Actions speak louder than words”, I perceive a message in this sudden spike in blog hits; a message which tells me loud and clear to SHUT. UP.
But that’s a depressing thought, so I’ll just lie to myself and pretend I’m just being paranoid. I revel in my own bullshit anyway.
And on the topic of my precious blog, since this is a useless filler post, I might as well pepper it with at least one fun, albeit useless fact.
A while ago, in my pre-Twitter days, when I still had time to get bored, I decided to engage in a bit of navel-gazing and to Google myself, as one does; and don’t you fucking lie about it, we’ve all done it, including you, hypocrite. Especially you, probably.
Anyway, Googling my real name doesn’t yield very interesting -or many, for that matter- results, since I avoid using my real name online. Paranoia? Perhaps. Habit? Likely. As far as I can remember, on the internet, I’ve always been salomey5.
WHOA!!! OK, this is a little scary… The last time I Googled “salomey5”, which was not that long ago, I got a couple of thousand results. I just did now, and guess what? 11,900 results!!? That’s fucking crazy, what the hell happened here? Is it Twitter?
Anyway, the sad reality is, 11,900 results or not, after result #83, Google informs me that it’s only showing me the most relevant entries, thus implying that the remaining 11,817 are, well, irrelevant. Gee, much thanks for the ego boost, Google!
And the other sad reality, is that getting 11,900 results when Googling one’s name is a clear indicator that “one” is spending far, FAR too much time on the interwebs. I mean, my (fake, thankfully) name is everywhere, including in places I had long forgotten, like for instance, Jossip, some celeb gossip website where I apparently posted back in 2007…
But let’s get back to that “fun fact” I was mentioning earlier, shall we?
After Googling my online-self, I decided to check out this here blog’s name, “Rebel Without A Clue”.
Edit: It was about a month ago when I indulged in all this-self-stalking, and it looks like my last post, Disgusting Video (just in case you missed it 😉 ) put my blog quite a bit higher up in the search results. It’s kinda cool for my ego, but not so much for the present blog post; you’ll see why in a minute. Sorry for the interruption. Keep on reading, now.
When Googling: Rebel Without A Clue, no quotation marks, I (well, my blog) come in 58th (was 140-something, prior to “Disgusting video”).
When Googling: “Rebel Without A Clue” with quotation marks, I come in 65th (was so fucking far in the results, prior to “Disgusting video”, that I never bothered trying to find out my actual position).
However, if I Google “Rebel Without A Clue fuck”, with or without question marks, I come in first. Yep, right ahead of Urban Dictionary.com . Isn’t that fucking hysterical?
Obviously, that “fun fact” was more “fun” prior to “Disgusting video”, because the discrepancy in numbers was much more impressive back in the days when I wasn’t yet this huge internet celebrity, but hell, I warned you in the title, this is a filler post.
Or rather, was. Because it’s finished. And now, I’m off on Twitter. Later, bitches, and remember: I love you. No shit. I really do. Thanks for taking for the time to read my BS, I always, ALWAYS appreciate it, even if I suck at showing it. Have a great week-end, y’all. 🙂