Citizen Gooch

Thought this was a funny clip. I like the YouTube. I don't think I've given it as much time as I should. Which means I've treated it like this website. A lot of bloggers take the summer off. Maybe I should have and then written a "What I Did This Summer" summary. I've done a lot this summer; I'm actually trying to say no to events/projects/activities. In an effort to stay somewhat interesting, I still say yes to things.

The JGFC is doing another pub crawl this month. I like pub crawls; I don't do them enough. This one should be the best ever.

I need to go to Europe. I always meet chicks that ask me where I've traveled and I always feel a sense of inadequacy when they've backpacked through France and I've merely drank my way through Maui.

"John, have you ever been to a third world country?"

"Um... Florida?"

It's a weird thing, dating. There's no anonymity anymore. If you meet someone, you can learn everything about them pretty quickly. Google, Facebook, MySpace, personal blogs, uploaded sex videos by angry ex boyfriends... everything about everyone is available via the interweb. It's our own fault. It's like the hangover at the end of a self exploitation party.

I'm self employed. My livelihood depends on people trusting me to work on their computers. Should I really have this website for current and potential customers to see what a degenerate I am? Should clients see me typing obscenities like shit, fuck, cock, Rush Limbaugh, and bukkake? Should clients read my having to explain what bukkake is? (or Rush Limbaugh).

Truth be told, we seem to be a culture that lets people get away with stuff. Ted Kennedy fucking drowned a chick and waited 10 hours (you know, for the scotch to work its way out of his fat ass) to report it to authorities. Michael Jackson molested kids. Hell... I'm watching porn on one monitor while I type this on another. The truth is, if you're good at your occupation, it doesn't seem to matter how you conduct yourself in your personal life.

Portland Mayor Sam Adams would be jerking himself off to that last paragraph. Either to that last paragraph or a picture of Macaulay Culkin age 12. This doesn't apply to you, Sam. You drunk driving slut. Oh yeah... I'm more pissed at Adams for that drunk driving deal (and the cops for not pursuing it) then his ass-pounding of a 17 year old.

How the fuck do you illegally pass on the right, drive your car into another (parked) car pushing it through a parking lot while accelerating the entire time, emerge from your car with your pants undone, have beer on your breath, and don't even get a parking ticket? I swear to fucking christ if I cross over the center line at 2am, there's a fucking SWAT team barreling down on me.

I know it's old news, but I'm still pissed about it. Oops... insert the word "alleged" above, wherever you see fit. Or don't.

Gooch:Out