What's the point of rap?

First of all this is my last post cause I'm going to post on a different site (my own domain, hopefully).

And regarding the title, the question is: What's the point of rap if you can't even hear the lyrics? Yeah, sure there's a song or two where I can hear the lyrics and go, "Mmmhmm, not bad." But with the majority of rap songs I have to focus just to make out the rhymes. It kinda defeats the purpose.

Lame Thoughts 2.0

So I've been having many lame thoughts since my last post, posts that I've thought would have a good place on my blog. But I have been reticent about posting these lame thoughts for the following reasons:

1) Lame thoughts are lame

2) My new posting style will be different from my old posting style

3) I lament all the lame thoughts that I have not shared in this blog

Well, I'm going to go ahead and post these lame thoughts anyway. A preview of what's ahead:

1) My first blog post ever (not this blog): The importance of proper urinal sizing

2) Blogs that muse about blogging suck

3) Why I don't use twitter

4) Why calling a tweet a tweet creates immense cognitive dissonance that fries my brain

5) Thoughts on tipping

6) How lame this blog is

7) The great debate on whether or not to swear on this blog

8) The uselessness of showering daily

9) Being a good troll

10) The purpose of my purposeless blogging

11) Why Google Chrome sucks and why I still use it

I am board.

Squares unheard.
Mind unseen.
Light ignored.
I am board.

- me being bored at work

I'm not sad

I was reading my older posts, and I noticed that I sound like a real downer. Well, I'm not actually sad. It's just that talking about how happy you are isn't fun. I mean, who cares?

How to cure fear

A couple days ago, I went online to read a scary story. At first, I thought, "Pshh, this isn't scary," but lo and behold, when bedtime rolled around, I turned off the lights and fear gripped my heart.

As I lied in my bed, head racing with ominous thoughts, I desperately tried to change the subject to something not scary. But everything began showing its ominous side. Whenever I tried to tell myself that there was nothing to fear, I thought, "But that's what they want you to think."

Finally, I decided to think about how big the universe was. And suddenly, I stopped caring.

I guess this works for a lot of things.

Possibilities, possibilities

In my last post I noticed that the 2 phrases - it isn't & it's not - are equivalent. Interesting, huh?

Change

I don't think change is good. Not to say that it is bad, because it's not that, either.