“Chacha,” an anonymous and apparently literary genius of the internet, gave this bullshit it’s first “real” bad review.
By bad review, I mean Chacha didn’t like my bullshit — not that its* opinion was wrong. Actually, that’s a good observation.
I do quibble with the “That’s no bullshit…” sentence. Predictable, brainless and worthless is an excellent definition of bullshit.
If I had to document the goals and definitions for writing all this crap, words and phrases like “predictable, brainless and bringing nothing to the table” would have made the list. That’s kind of the point of a “bullshit blog.”
In fact, I’m thinking of changing my tagline from:
Not suitable for children, the sensitive or those hoping to get into heavenKieran’s Bullshit Humor
“Predictable, brainless and brings nothing to the table.”
At least if “Chacha” had clicked on that line from The Bloggess website, Chacha would have nothing to bitch about. What’s the hater comment gonna be: “your tagline is concise and accurate.”
As for the “certainly no humor” ending. Respect.
Humor is in the belly of the beholder. You either think it’s funny or it’s not.
Sometimes I think my bullshit is funny, most of the time I don’t. Often it’s just fucking depressing. But I don’t know what other category to put these thoughts in. Most things suck. We need to try to laugh or we spend our lives weeping and coiled up in a corner. I prefer sitting, with a drink in my hand — so “humor” it is. You, gentle reader, can call it what you want.
Celebrities, stars and the popular often complain about the haters. I confess, I’ve been a little bit jealous.
For 3 years, I’ve put a lot of angry, nasty and arrogant thoughts out into the world. I’ve insulted just about everyone I know with obscene or fake names and describing their imagined dirty deeds with more than a little hyperbole.
I felt like a failure. I spew out a 1000-words a week, and all the haters just passed me by like I’m a homeless man with a sign that’s too small to read.
I’m sure they read a few of my bullshit lines and bounced… I couldn’t even make anyone mad enough to type back one angry sentence. What a loser.
Then Chacha dances to the rescue with two little sentences of criticism. Too bad Chacha didn’t leave a link. No blog, no website, no email for me to write back.
I just want to tell Chacha, I finally made it. After 3 long years of trying, I finally arrived.
Because I’m good enough, I’m smart enough and gosh darn it, one person took the time to be my first hater…
- I say “its” because I don’t know the gender of Chacha. Growing up “Kieran” makes me hesitate to guess. I fucking refuse to use “they” — this is only one hater and I don’t want to get my hopes up that there will be more.
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