I'm finished with finals and I'm finished with my terribly long The Onion application. Therefore, I have no excuse to not return to blogging several times a day. Here are a couple of personal updates/thoughts:
1.) I'm done with the Daily Bullshattuck Guarantee. It was fun while it lasted (not really), and a lot of people participated (um, like one). Honestly though after all is said and done, I shouldn't have to resort to gimmicks to get people to read my blog. Sure, advertisers and tv executives and marketers and researchers and businesspeople and religious leaders and politicians and everyone in between resort to gimmicks in a desperate attempt to peddle their wares (ha! "peddle their wares" sounds dirty), but that doesn't mean I have to.
That, and I'm also tired of Marty Hood's attempts to milk me for all I'm worth.
So no, no more waste-of-time Daily Bullshattuck Guarantee. Read the blog because you enjoy second-rate writing, and not because you're trying to win something from me*
(*speaking of which, a new Bullshattuck contest will be announced soon!)
2.) School - and finals - are finally over for the semester. This must be what they're always describing in those commercials - the fancy act of 'being able to breath.'
3.) As I mentioned, I finally finished - and submitted - my The Onion application. If I'm feeling brave later on, perhaps I'll post my actual application here on Bullshattuck for your reading pleasure/non-pleasure. If anything, I hope I get the job simply because finishing the application took me a really really really long time. We're talking longer than the Iraq War (clarification: longer than the actual war, not longer than how long the war was supposed to be.)
To those of you who responded to my email with edits & critiques, I thank you very much. You pointed out which jokes were funny, and which ones were not. Perhaps I should hire someone to do that full-time for me: point out which of the jokes I've written is funny, and which one's are not. If you'd like a good example of how badly I need someone to do that for me, all you have to do is look at, oh I don't know, my blog. In any case, I'll keep everyone updated on whether The Onion decides to hire me or not. I figure that if God loves me, I'll get this job.
So in other words, I won't get this job.
4.) On an even more personal note, I address the following to just one person:
I understand if you have a small self-esteem. I understand if you have an even smaller penis. For that very reason, they've invented therapy and/or Viagra. Might I advise that you DO invest in therapy and/or Viagra. Might I advise that you DO NOT yell "faggot" at me while I leave the grocery store. It makes sense why you would yell such a derogatory epithet at me - because I'm participating in the very gay act of, oh I don't know, walking. When you yell "faggot" at me from your car window as you drive by,
a.) it offends me and pisses me off, and
b.) it reminds everyone what a speck of dried vomit on human civilization you truly are.
Really. Invest in Viagra. Either that, or electroshock therapy to overcome your latent homosexual desires.
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