I've been remiss in dissing, missing, and kissing ass, and I realize that there are no real consequences of existing on the Internet, but sometimes I feel like I should feel like I owe something to my readers, particularly those who risk their freedom and reputations to comment on a blog like this, so this post is a Kurt Cobain inspired item that lies about my commitment to being more attentive and giving a bigger shit about the real people behind the kinds of people who visit this site because they have not yet been apprehended to be asked the most important 20 questions this planet has ever asked.
But that's a future post. If you're interested in that post, check back later, assuming you still can.
One of my late life jokes about popular culture was based on Kurt Cobain's commitment to teaching young people how to work through their personal problems by understanding their second amendment rights and how to use a shotgun. To impotent howls of execration among the gatekeepers of Al Gore's greatest contribution to the advancement of decay, I wrote this:
We are stupid
And contagious
Here we are now
Kurt Cobain us
It was cruel, of course, but I was set on a course of cruelty in the fourth grade by Mrs. Criscola, when I responded to her totally ill-thought-out question about what I wanted to be when I grew up.
I am still working to achieve my Criscola-induced goal.
The lryics to All Apologies, by the way, can be found here. The lyrics do not convey the incredible impact of what the late headless Mr. Cobain was trying to tell us, but who gives a fuck?
I know I don't. Do you? I don't think so, and I care even less.
Despite that confession, I intend to go back and check the comments here and at Uncommon Sense and be totally inappropriate in responding to the energy you have wasted in response to some shit I have dumped on the Internet super-frontage-road.
So take this, the more or less wonderful among you, as an admission that I am still anymore amazed that life goes on at all.
Thank you or fuck you. Take your pick. It won't change a thing. Not a thing.
There will be a quiz.