So Texas was a lot of fun, hanging out with my dad and los juggernaut for a few days pretty much doing whatever we wanted.
Getting there was the REAL fun.
This is the first plane we took.
Yes that is a real picture of the actual plane.
Don’t know how most of you handle yourselves while flying. Sure it can be scary, no doubt, there’s way too much at risk most of the time and people always think the worst shit will happen. My guess is more than half of people who have ever been on a plane, never looked out the window to see propellers flappin’ in the wind.
Nor have they experienced such a tiny plane……..and what are tiny planes subject to?
That’s right…. turbulence.
My dad and I are in the last row, row 12. I’ve flown dozens of times in my life, including on tiny planes – even smaller than this one. So we knew what we were getting ourselves into.
The woman to my direct left….DID NOT.
i think i’m maybe reading too much hipster runoff and listening to too much ‘washed out’ or something cause i’ve been in quite the introspective mood of late, to the point where i don’t feel like doing anything much more cracking open a craft beer, kicking my toms up on the coffee table, putting on the record player and questioning EVERYTHING.
why do we blog?
is it for selfish purposes?
is it to convince people we’re funny or relevant?
do we have something to say?
does what we say even matter?
are we mean-spirited?
do we cash in on other people’s misfortunes?
do we want to be famous?
do we want to be considered ‘tastemakers’ among our peers?
is it because the internet gives us a voice?
does the internet give us a voice?
do we just do this to embed album covers like the one above?
so many questions.
anyway, my next task is to move this site to a platform so we can make a moneygrab and try to get ads on the site (and also allow for a bunch of new customizations). so expect great things from TMF soon. Well, once i finally justify our existence and maybe then acknowledge the $ contributors have thrown in to the effort.
lastly, in a typically belated fashion, i’d like to apologize for tardiness on this matter and on not offering a quicker apology regarding yippiekaijay‘s Penn State joke, which apparently takes far longer to reach West Texas than I expected.
the yeti predicts the fate of TMF
i have friends that are funny. actually, they’re fucking hilarious.
they come from all sorts of backgrounds. some write for tv shows. some are unemployed. some work for bloodsucking lawyers, others are in law school. all of us drink…a lot. most of us dabble in the finer substances of life. some spend half the workday slagging off reading gawker and g-chatting with other slack-minded cubicle monkeys. still others enjoy reminiscing in an america where personal responsibility reigns and every patriot is entitled to a full arsenal of firearms and endless supply of schlitz beer.
but the point is, employing holding friends hostage to write for this blog, instead of going it alone, is why this thing will be successful. nobody wants to read me spout off a bunch of narcissistic nonsense (see el pres for that), but when we’ve got a team… well, god damnit this dim idea might actually work out.
so this is the misguided experiment of actually getting all of us to write coherent thoughts down for public consumption.
whatever. all i need to reassure you is that one thing is guaranteed: one of us will attempt to micro-blog while blacked out.
god help us all, and thanks for reading…