Back on February 3, I announced I was shutting down Special Kind of Stupid.
The world mourned, but my mind was made up. My domain and hosting contract was due for renewal, and money in our household was tight. So, I made a difficult decision:
I pulled the plug on Special Kind of Stupid.
However, a few days ago I had a change of heart. Some would say this change was a result of nostalgia on my part. Others would say it had to do with my discovering this domain has a Google Page Rank of 3 and you just don’t throw away domains with page ranks of 3.
We’ll let historians figure out the real reason.
Pay no attention to the following. Special Kind of Stupid is back!
Way back in 2007, I retired a free lil’ WordPress blog and set up the self-hosted specialkindofstupid.com blog you see. I was moving into the big leagues — paying for a domain, which would be able to have whatever custom look I wanted to give it. It was a magical time.
Then Obama became president and ruined everything.
Okay, so not really. The man is the worst, but he has nothing to do with the end of Special Kind of Stupid in its current state. At least I don’t think he does.
No, I just can no longer rationalize paying the yearly domain registration and hosting fees for a blog that is no longer a priority in my life. I still blog. Occasionally. But not enough to warrant paying money out of pocket to do so.
And so, specialkindofstupid.com is shutting down and the old (now new) specialkindofstupid.wordpress.com blog is returning.
Do not shed tears, my friends. Well, I mean, do shed a few. That’s a given. But no more than a hundred or so. For you see, all the posts I’ve written and the comments left me these past 7 years have been backed up. And I have imported them to the old/new blog.
I’ve enjoyed being the master of my own website domain these last 7 years. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long. So much in my life has changed during that time. Some of it (let’s face it, I regularly blogged about “real” things) were documented here on the site.
It was a great run. And I thank all of you who took the journey with me.
It would appear “Friday the 13th” came about because a bunch of old dudes a long time ago inexplicably felt the need to combine the unluckiest day (Friday) and the unluckiest number (13) into one “holy crap hide the women and children” day of misery.
Old dudes are weird.
The contempt being thrown at retail stores — Walmart, specifically — for how lots of people acted crazy on Black Friday a few days ago makes perfect sense.
Clearly, these people — shoppers with free will who voluntarily chose to face large crowds on Thanksgiving Day in order to buy tablets, TVs, a DVD of Family Matters: Season One, or whatever it is tickled their fancy — were innocent victims who had craziness thrust upon them by the evil entity known as Walmart.
As I’m listening to the Christmas-themed musical stylings of Scott Weiland on my iPod, a thought occurred to me:
I would be a horrible rock star.
Seriously, touring the world and playing on stage every night for a capacity crowd? No thank you. I’ll travel the world, but I want to see the sights and sip coffee all day long.
Now, if my fans don’t mind keeping quiet and following me around all day, that might work. In between sips of coffee, I might pick up my guitar and sing a few tunes. Of course, after a few minutes of this I would want to get up and go somewhere else. When I get to my next destination, wherever that may be, I might sing a few more songs.
If I feel like it.
And if my fans aren’t cool with this arrangement, I’ll just cancel the tour. I’ll go on a vacation.
And by “vacation” I mean I’ll tour the world and sip on coffee all day long.
Back in 2009, I wrote — not one, but — two articles discussing entitlement and the way society bends over backwards to hand things to people they did not earn.
(I’m still waiting to receive accolades for writing the two articles, though. Just sayin’. After all, am I not entitled as a human to have praise thrust upon me anytime I do anything, no matter how “meh” that thing might be? I DEMAND PRAISE AND I DEMAND IT NOW!)
I’ve heard it said that a man would swim the ocean just to be with the one he loves.
Perhaps I’m missing the basic point of the message, but why can’t the guy just rent a boat?
Is he too poor?
How can he expect to raise a family if he can’t even round up enough money to rent a boat?
You’d think the guy could at least sneak onto someone else’s boat and hitch a ride.
Of course, the girl he loves would probably just dump him for the guy who had the boat.
Did you know Tom Hanks snagged the lead role in Forrest Gump only because John Travolta turned it down?
It’s difficult to believe, but according to some entertainment slide show on Yahoo it’s 100% true.
Personally, I’m sad it didn’t happen.
Every time I watch Forrest Gump I have the same thought:
“There’s just not enough dancing in this movie.”
Halloween is here. Which means it’s time for pumpkins, kids in costumes, trick or treating, candy, and the annual outbreak of what Special Kind of Stupid researchers have dubbed “Halloween Skankitis.”
Click here to read all about it.
“Kids, gather around,” a liberal tells his two children after each had bathed for the night, brushed their teeth, and put on their gender-neutral attire so as not to influence the gender role he and she will ultimately embrace.
“It’s time to tell a scary story.”