My genius

This is a message I sent to Rob a little earlier. I'm impressed with it.

I think I am owed an apology, motherfucker! Oh yeah! Ian's always right and dont you forget it! I am the fucking blog master! If there was a song about blogging, it would be called "Ian". Or maybe "Ian is so great". It definitely wouldn't be called "Rob". No fucking way! You're the kind of person who gets killed by bees! I get killed in a courageous Hollywood ending after saving a village full of south-east Asian orphans.
Ian = Right
Rob = Wrong and shit!

You mean this is my blog!?

Yeah so I've neglected the shit out of this wonderful fucking yoke. I have been pretty damn lethargic lately. Turns out I can't go to SF, damn flight prices. My computer is sick of me. I turn it on and its all like "fuck you Ian, you fucking whore!" and I'm all like "Don't make me turn on fucking standy by mode you carbon fibre cocksucker!" and then he's like "just bring it you insignificant shit bag" Then sometimes I have nothing but others I'll start shouting "Fuck you bee! Fuck you right in the eye! I can't hear you BK broiler! I want to be a race car passenger. "

Then I realise I am talking to myself and laughing to myself while listening to some classic '80's tune and try to do work but it doesnt work so I watch Star Trek or Top Gear or record both of them, eat something then watch Top Gear AND Star Trek back to back.

Yeah fuck bees. Jesus. I want to do nothing but I really want to do something. Fuck. Ass. Shit. Whore.

I really want the new Porsche Cayman S. I want a lot of things but need very little. I hate being materialistic. I think I might study History.

Or do a Phd and become an academic. I am reassessing my life. It's tough. Bare with me. Or should that be bear?

Motherfucker.

Guess the countries!

Decisions, decisions.

So I have a choice between going to see Lee Evans or Denis Leary supported by Dane Cook. Its a hard choice. Leary is old and worn. Dane is magnificent. Lee is a legend. Meehan, whats your input?

eBay is the devil. I'm becoming an auction addict. All I have to do now is win an auction.

The second hardest part of blogging is coming up with a title.

I think blogger should invent mind-blogs where you can think of the post you want to write and it is transferred directly from your brain to your blog. I have been finding it a chore to post recently, probably because I havent been up to much and any fantastic ideas I have had require huge amounts of time and effort. I'm on vacation, well semi-vacation, so I'm not in the mood for huge amounts of time and effort. The current season of the West Wing ended on Thursday night. I'm depressed. It won't be on TV again for another six months. I bought new shoes.