My Stabbing Pen

Just in case you thought I was kidding. By the way, I love it when people leave me comments telling me to relax, or to lighten up. I love it because it reminds me how stupid and myopic 99% of the general public is. Here's a hint: this blog exists for me to vent my brain, not to be smarmy and fuzzy and talk about my favorite things and unicorns1 and lollipops. I'm not here to tell you how special you are or how much I like you, because chances are that I hate you. When people read this blog I want them to see it as one of the last few bastions of hope in the storm of banality raging across the American cultural horizon. I'm not saying I'm succeeding, but that's what I desire. So please, please, please, don't ever fucking tell me to relax.
Anyway, as it happens, I've been in a good mood lately. Things are indeed coming up Rambler. I'll have something more substantive to post about after another day or two of stewing.
1 To be clear, the reference to Pyg is not an example of banality, but of proper unicorn reference
UPDATE:
You seriously need to relax man. Just calm down. You're way too tense. I can sense the anger and you need to channel that into more creative uses. I'm suggesting buying a sketch pad and some nice pastels...imagine you're in a field full of clover...a rainbow spreads overhead...and unicorns dance near the stream.
Now, just inhale, exhale slowly, finding your center...and draw. Mar 29, 2006 at 05:21PM | cuff

Wow, Cuff, you're right. I do feel better.
Reader Comments (21)
Drinks, ya bastards
And then I'm going to go rock myself gently in the corner, because you're kind of scary for 7:30 in the morning.
If you relaxed (whatever in the hell that word actually means) you wouldn't be the hipster-hatin' dude that I've grown to appreciate.
Keep doing what you're doing at a frentic, heart attack pace.
Yeah. Next person who tells me to smile gets a pen in the neck like RCR suggested.
It's okay, unicorns feel you. Most people don't know this, but unicorns can be pretty fucking bitchy. They don't like many things, either. Posing on a windy cliff? Sure. Reading blogs? Unicorns don't care about blogs. They poop on blogs. The stab the stupid general public with their mighty horns of death.
Unicorns, man. Assholes. Really.
http://www.holylemon.com/mrstabby.html
Or...so I've been told.
Now, just inhale, exhale slowly, finding your center...and draw.