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Ultimatum

2005-07-07T23:13:00.000-07:00

Dig, if you will, the *picture* (sorry, it was late and I was tired) …

I’ve put a whole lot of thought into it and I have come up with a solution. I think that blogging is stupid. I can’t think of funny things to write and I am generally uninteresting. It is because of these two things that I swore that I would never blog again. That said, I have an awful lot of free time on my hands (I live with my mother and don’t have a job). My solution is simple. Jim D. must leave a message on my blog.

Subheading # 2

Why pick a person I know and make them leave me a message? Well the answer is simple; I am a narcissist. (nar·cis·sism n)
1. self-admiration: excessive self-admiration and self-centeredness
2. personality disorder: in psychiatry, a personality disorder characterized by the patient’s overestimation of his or her own appearance and abilities and an excessive need for admiration.
Why Jim D. I really just want to see if reads this. I know that I had readers. I think that at my hieght I was up to 4 or 5. I also know that people like Gorby will read this regardless of what I have to say. I want to know that my work is not only appreciated, but also wanted, nay, needed by a public that respects me for my intilect and clever observations.

Second to last final thought

That is what it will take. Jim D. must leave me a message. If he does not, then I will see it as a sign that I was simply greater than my time, under acknowledged, unappreciated and tossed away by a ruthless and unfeeling society.

Final thought

Come in a hurry (sweet prince) because there are thieves in the temple tonight.

Get this.

2005-05-03T22:36:00.000-07:00

So anyway, blogging sucks and I think that I am done with it. Leave a comment.

just a thought

2005-04-10T20:53:00.000-07:00

Over the past few days I have spent some time reading blogs, trying to get a handle on how they work and what makes them interesting. What I am supposed to say? How I am supposed to post? These are just a couple of the questions that have been going through my mind every time I signed on to write something. (Well, that and the Belle and Sebastian song Storyteller - “now you’re a story teller da da da da da…I only know that part of the song) All of my reading and research has shown me one thing about blogging; every blog is a little pretentious. Now before you get upset, please understand that I myself, by virtue of the fact that I am talking about pretentious blogs in my very own pretentious blog, am taking to dizzy new heights the very essence of what it means to be pretentious. The irony clear. I am a bastard.

That said, I hope that you bear with me as I expound because I think that it could end up being interesting.

My name is Sean. It’s a good name. Not a great name, but it has gotten me through so far. (Plus people sometimes by me drinks at bars because they find out I am Irish. And one time a guy asked me to go with him to his house. He said he had a pool and everything. I should’ve gone.) I am smart. I am good at stuff. While I’m not “attractive”, I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I am unfortunate looking either. I have skills (did I mention that I hate Napoleon Dynamite). Long list of attribute short, I have a lot to brag/gloat/be happy about. I have a beautiful woman, a car that runs and better DVD collection than Gorby. My life is good.

I tell you that so that I can tell you this; I know why people blog. It is not because it is fun (although it can be entertaining), and it’s not because it’s cool. No, it is because bloogers have something to say. Every entry lets you inside the writer. Every word that is typed is an opportunity to see another side of a person. A side that does not have walls. A side that does not have fear. A side of the blogger that is with out restraint. A side that tells the reader what the writer is thinking. “You hear this reader”, an author might think. This is my space and this is about me. I am the cock of this particular walk. I am the reason that you came. There is nothing for you other than what I have to offer. Take it or leave it, all you get is me.

I am coming to realize that this window, this forum, this blog isn’t here for pleasantries. It cannot be. My blog must do more than tell whoever happens to be reading that I had a good pastrami on rye today. This blog is more important than that. This blog the portico of my very soul. You (or anyone) can walk up to any computer and, with just a few clicks, look straight into my being. You can read what I have to say, what I think about things, and what I am going through. No, this blog is not a toy, it is not a past time. It is a opportunity to read my thoughts and intentions. To look at me as I see myself. To know me in more completely.

Please, I implore you to comment. I must know that this is not being misunderstood. I assure you that I will treat each and every comment as though it were a “post-it” from your heart to mine, encouraging, assisting, leading me on to a better blogging place. I Know that I have just started. I know that I am by no means a veteran. I am simply a man who wants to blog. No. I am simply Sean. Guide me. Help me become Sean - Author of the guyfromheath blog.

Thank you for reading what I have written. I hope that you can take something from me as I have taken something from every blog that I have read. People say that it is better to give than to receive, well, this blog is not only my gift to you, it is also my invitation for you to get to know me better.

Remember, leave a post-it. J
-Sean. (future blogger)

number two (snicker, snicker)

2005-03-26T17:27:00.000-08:00

I’m back in the saddle.

I’ve not been in the blogging community for too long. Really, it’s only been a few days. Truth be told, I started this whole thing under duress and I wish I could take it back. You know a “do over”, or what ever. But here I am, and (presumably) there you are. Locked in and powerless. I have to say though, there is something nice about knowing that (again presumably) there are people reading this and that they could have there days brightened or darkened by what I have to say. Like for instance, if I were to say that Jim D. is a tool. Some might see this and laugh with that knowing laughter that only comes from having been a “friend” of Jim’s. There are also some who do not know Jim. They will likely not be moved by this statement. Finally, there is Jim himself. Well, actually, Jim is a tool so I don’t really care what he has to say about it.

My sense of style

I’m just going to lay this on the table…I only started this so that I could post comments on Gorby’s blog. More over, I have only read, like, two peoples blogs and they were both set up like Gorby’s. I really have no idea if this is how most are set up or if there are various types of blogs. I’m just coppying the Gorby. He seems to be the master-blogger, so I am proud to steal from him.

Good Friday

Yeasterday was Good Friday. I am Catholic. What this means is that I was really hungary for most of yesterday. (although I didn’t get up until after noon, which might be taking the easy way out…oh well) I am was not alone in my hunger. I was alone, however, in how much I complained about it. I was a turd the whole day. I kept saying things like “Man, wouldn’t Chinese food be good?” and “I wish it were midnight so I could eat some Sheetz.” I am a bastard. But the way I saw it, I was effecting grace from the people around me because I was making their sacrifice more difficult.
Well anyway, we went to B-Dubs and it was sweet. For a recap of the experience read Gorby’s blog. I’d like you to it, but I really have no idea how to do that. Sorry. But B-Dubs was sweet and now it’s Holy Saturday. Vigil is in a few hours and then I can really go nuts. Nothing says Easter like a 12-pack of miller high life.

Cheers,
-Sean.

look, i'm a blogger

2005-03-24T16:22:00.000-08:00

i'm a blogger. i'm like you guys only not as hip. i'm not really good at this or anthing, so don't expect much. it is kind of funny that i jumped on this blogging bandwaggon though because i really don't even understand what a blog is. add to that the fact that i'm a terrible speller (really i am, i scored in the 11th percentile on my 6th grade california achievement test).

well anyway, here i am, on the internet.

truth be told, some of my friends are bloggers and i just wanted to be "in the loop". i'm such a waste. oh well.

also, in my defence, i have to say that i've really only looked at maxim a couple of times. so bite me gorby.

so this is my first post. maybe next time i will make it interesting.