Ramble on...

Today's entry's title is a great song by Led Zeppelin, but also relevant to what I'm about to do, which is ramble. Rambling is always good, and my professors always say that 90% of the writer's fight is putting pen to paper (or...fingers to keys...) and just getting something down. Not only have I found this to be true, but it's some of the best advice I've ever gotten. So I'll pass it on to any aspiring writers: whether you feel like writing or not, force yourself to; daily if at all possible. Especially if you have extra time on your hands that you might not know what to do with. Simply exercising your trade with no real goal can lead to a thousand places, and you have absolutely no idea what kind of nonsense can be turned around into a best selling story or piece. A few good ideas are simply keeping a journal, or look up some prompts or writing exercises. You'd be surprised with what you come up with.

On to the satirical part, or as I've come to know my work, not-quite-as-witty-as-it-is-blatant and not-quite-as-professional-as-I'd-like.

I think I'd like to talk about my Suitemate Tyler for a second. (When I say suitemate, I mean that he occupies the room that is connected to our shared bathroom in our dorms.)

I'd have to say that Tyler is my most recent inspiration for hilarity. Namely, he's the perfect example of that asshole on Xbox Live that everyone hates. His favorite thing to do is talk with the voice that sounds like a little kid, and to tell the truth, it sounds pretty real when put through the headset. When he's being obnoxious and people tell him to shut up, he usually says "You wouldn't talk to me like that in REAL life!" Which is hilarious because hell, we've all received threats over the internet in some form or another. Sure, you could kick my ass in real life, even though I could potentially be a master of Muay Thai who's been training for decades. Of course you're going to use your hard earned money (if you have any) to buy plane tickets, food, and probably shelter to come across the state, country, or world to kick my ass. In fact, if for some reason you made it to my door there's a good chance I wouldn't even open up to you, or I might not be home and your entire trip is wasted; or made more expensive at the very least. And if for some reason I did open the door to you, and you tried to kick my ass, I may have a gun, a weapon, or a 220 pound friend with 20 inch arms who can benchpress 300 pounds over to my house.

In short, don't be a retard and profess that you're going to kick someone's ass over the internet. Attack their race, gender, sexual preference, religious background, age, and gaming expertise instead.