In Need of Reading Material

There’s a lot of controversy between Danelle and I over the book I’m reading. Namely the title. And the fact that it most likely will turn out to be 300 pages of absolute nothingness by the time I’m done with it. The only real thing it might give me is an ability to look at life from an even more obscure, pretty much impossible, angle than I already do. It’s the guy’s take on life... going to bed at night... whatever he’s read, or watching, or heard about, he just spouts off his two cents and turns it into $14 at Chapters. How ‘The Real World’ has changed the way we act, talk, and portray ourselves... and in the process making us more shallow and predictable than ever before. How no romantic comedy watcher will ever be able to fall in love because the kind of love you see in those movies is impossible in the messiness of real life. How Pamela Anderson is the Marilyn Monroe of today... and how this, in turn, shows the degradation of our society. How Billy Joel is his favourite artist because while most bands are popular based more on their presenting some sort of ‘cool’ vibe than any real artistic talent... but Billy Joel is popular even though he’s a complete nerd... therefore he must have really great music. How he got fired as a baseball coach for trying too hard to win... How soccer can never be the sport of the future despite its record number of kids playing it because as a kid you can hide and not be embarrassed in soccer because a 0-0 game is totally fine and respectable and it doesn’t mean the kids are going to stay in soccer and pump up the number of adult fans... it only means that they’ll stay in as far as high school when enough cultish people from all those different elementary schools that all like to lay low and not get embarrassed can band together and play magic cards. It’s right at about this time that I realized that this guy is completely untouchable in the realm of the charming wit of writing I’ve been trying so hard to master. And it dawns on me that even if I become some hero blogger I’ll simply have made myself into a cardboard cut-out of some guy that broke into the scene some 10 odd years ago. It’s funny. It’s clever. You learn something about life, society, maybe not history or politics or religion (at least not in the first half of the book). But do I really care.... not really. Will I still blog... course.