I just can't narrow it down to one...

Sitting down to write today was difficult. Sometimes there are days when I just can’t think of anything to flesh out, so I’m just going to use this empty internet-space to jot down a few things that are on my mind. Maybe I’ll come back one day and look at them and elaborate. But right now I can’t be bothered, I have much more important stuff to do like sleep at work:

I hate the Yankees. I also hate the Red Sox. Why? Not that the teams are bad or the players, but it’s the fans really. It’s those people that feel like baseball owes them something for their team winning. That no other team, ever, will be as good as them. The real issue is that many Yankee and Red Sox fans aren’t fans of baseball at all. They can’t talk to you about another player on another team that isn’t on the team they watch. If Joe Schmo pitches a perfect game for Nowheresville, Idaho, they will retort with, “Yea? Well Josh Beckett pitched 6 innings last night.” Or, “A-Rod is really in a slump, huh?” They are all front-runners that love the team they love because they love to root for winners. What happens the first year that Yankees don’t make the playoffs? The team decides to move, get a new stadium, and the fans proceed to destroy what is left of the building they claim to love. And OK, I know they were moving anyhow, but still, how many of those fans would have ripped seats out of the ground if they were expecting to sit there in the World Series. They love to love the winner, but will never love the loser. And Red Sox fans might even be worse. The day after the Red Sox won their first World Series in something like 8,000 years, there were hundreds of people wearing Red Sox hats, walking around, claiming to be their fan for life. Meanwhile, they couldn’t name more than 3 players. Being a Yankee or Red Sox fan is a fad. It’s the cool thing to do. It’s what everyone else is doing.

Person 1: “You watching the Red Sox V. Yankee game tonight?”
Person 2: “Of course. Me and a couple friends are going out to the bar and having some drinks while we play pool and shoot darts.”
Person 1: “Who do you think is going to win?”
Person 2: “I don’t know. Who’s pitching again? And What time is the game on?”

The fans don’t care about the game, only that they know saying they do makes them fit in. If you don’t care about baseball, don’t have a favorite team. Don’t put messages in your profile saying your excited about the championship game if you can’t name three teams they beat to get there. The same goes for hockey too. But then again, hockey shouldn’t even be a sport in the first place.

I hate blogs. What makes anyone think their thoughts are worth another person’s time to read? And most of them are about nothing (Except this one, which is filled with useful information of course). But are there people that sit around all day, looking up and reading random people’s blogs. Is anyone going to ever stumble across this one and think it’s worth a repeat visit? Not likely. The truth is blogs are all because people hope. They exist for the same reason people play the lotto. Because maybe, just maybe, Bill Gates is looking to hire a new blogger for Microsoft and is searching the internet for just the right writer to pay half a billion dollars to write for him. But basically they are silly. Why not just keep a diary and have it be personal.
The same goes for facebook and myspace. No one cares what pictures people post are who they met the day before. No one, besides the people that already know them, care what their favorite movies are or what quote has meaning. People are on facebook and myspace to be found. Our entire generation was born with the idea that they are important. That every single person deserves to be famous and on TV. And that’s why people are on social networks , have blogs, and post on youtube. It is instant fame. Or the chance for instant fame. We all think we have the born-given right to be someone important, and by putting our name and favorite food, daily ramblings or video commentary on politics, that someone will discover us and finally give us that chance we know we deserve. But what are the odds?

The weather is stupid. It just keeps changing. Why can’t it just make up its mind already and pick on temperature to stay with. All these changes are making me sick.

How come stamps cost so much? Why do I even need to mail things anymore anyhow. Sure I can do everything online these days, but some things require you to mail them back in. What if I want to not be part of the U.S. postal service mailing list anymore? What if I want to take my name off the radar? How could they make me pay taxes then?
I was recently registering to vote, and I was given a post card that I needed to fill out with some of my information. And after it was complete I noticed that I had to mail it in. I will repeat that in case you read over it: I had to mail in a letter to vote in the United States election. Don’t you think that the White House and the U.S. Postal Service could get together just this once and find a way to void the 43 cents I would need to vote??

Why does everything that tastes really good bad for you?? But seriously. How come cauliflower doesn’t taste like ice cream and broccolis isn’t the same flavor as pepperoni pizza? Why does soda rot your teeth but an apple a day keeps the doctor away? Why is crack rock so good, but deadly (OK that last part wasn’t serious….I’ve never done crack….honest)? But really, what in our brain decides that sugar and salt and fatty things are so delicious, but things filled with vitamins and minerals generally tastes like ash tray, or worse, filled ash tray?

Albert Einstein said it was impossible travel back in time. In order to do so, one would need to travel faster than the speed of light, and apparently that is impossible. But what it, in a billion, trillion, zillioin years, someone, somehow figures out how to break the speed of light and in turn, discovers how to travel through time. How do YOU know you NEVER read this before?