While we were doing Home Depot runs, I listened to a couple CDs of my sons' favorite musically genre - Nerdcore. It's basically white guys rapping about geek topics. My sons really like MC Frontalot and Optimus Rhyme (Transformers fans will get the reference to that name). There were a lot of songs where the rappers bragged on their computer skillz, but the one I liked best was one called "I Hate Your Blog". Some lyrics:
I hate your blog.Those lyrics just hit too close to home.
It’s incredibly
terrible and bad.
I hate your blog. You own a dog, and you feed it.
You post about it. I get to read it.
Plus: five paragraphs on the socks you bought
and your thoughts on whether Nicole Ritchie’s hot or not.
You got no reason to be typing, yet you persist.
Hit each key with your fist till you punch out your top ten list
of all the things that ever happened in your life.
Number one: met Michael Jackson’s second wife.
Number two: got Curly on the Which Stooge Are You
Poll, as the GIF proves. Click for the link-through!
Three: saw puppy pictures on a web page,
kittens in a nest egg. The idea gestated:
Why not open up your own?
So you bought the account and yet I hope you don’t
put the payments in on it every month like they want,
‘cause then you’ll disappear off the internet, haunt
just the Wayback Machine like a ghost.
And I won’t be like, “How come you don’t post??”
I promise I won’t.
