Mondays are stupid

Stupid, uneducated, brain damaged... no matter which way you say it I think most good Americans will agree that Monday's are stupid. I start feeling anti-monday on Sunday night. Just knowing that my weekend is over is almost depressing.

The thing is, it's not that I hate my job or that anything especially horrid happens on Mondays. I simply love the weekend. I love it so much that I resent Monday for being the day furthest from the weekend. I have compiled the top reasons that have led me to my hypothesis that Mondays are stupid:
1. As previously stated Monday is the day furthest from the weekend.
2. Monday is the first day of the week where my alarm goes off in the morning. I could go off on a whole separate tangent about alarms, but I will refrain. Let's just say I dislike alarms more than stubbing my toe or getting kicked in the shin. And Mondays are the worst because I am the least used to this abusive morning awakener (if that's not a word- it is now)
3. Mondays are the day of the week furthest from payday. The weekends are excluded because during the weekends you are distracted by fun and slumber and are not focused on pay.
4. Monday rhymes with Funday; a day which it is not. This means Mondays are filled with false hopes of fun due to the distinct rhyming correlation.
5. Mondays are the days where I have the most email at my work. I get a wave of anxiety when I open up my Outlook in anticipation that someone might have spent their weekend filling my inbox with crap that I have to deal with. Again I could digress into a typing rage about emails I get from clients, but I shall remain focused on the task at hand. Besides then I would be coupling all of the awesome clients and horrible ones together. Not nice.
6. Mondays have less than impressive television.
7. ... and generally even less impressive drink specials should you choose to partake

I shall leave you with these reasons. You are welcome to dispute them. Leave a comment.

Back and Better than Ever! What to do....

You missed me and my genius blogs...understandable. Do not fret, I am back. The shenanigans for today involves the perpetual to-do list. I pondered the topic of this blog for a while... I mean I could just recap 3 or 4 months of ridiculosity, excessive trips to San Diego, Jim Gaffigan's hilarity in Phoenix, Matt Nathanson being a genius (another blog I've vowed to write), starting my adventure at Go! Web Solutions, countless endeavors....or... I can do what was suggested by my brilliant friend Kelly and use this blog as an outlet for my to-do list sprinkled with sarcastic commentary.

So like many other people I am a lister. My life doesn't seem to make sense without a list categorically separated with little self made check boxes. Yeah, I know, another neurotic tendency of mine that has been unveiled through this blog. Chalk it up.

So recently I have befriended the phrase "It's on the to-do list". So here it is:

1) put air in my tires
Time it will take: 1 min $: 75 cents
Reason I have been thinking about doing it for at least a week and not done it: I don't even know. Why would I want to? You have to stop the car at a gas station conveniently located on every corner, touch that icky air valve, and waste an entire moment of your life. A moment I would not get back.

2) put my already clean clothes that are hung on hangers into my closet
Time it will take: 4 minutes $: none
Ummmmmm yeah I got nothin

Ok those were the most obscure and seriously lazy ones... plus I got lazy about writing a bunch of stuff... the rest is just everyday to-dos or so I assume:

Learn Dreamweaver
Spend time with all of my friends
Travel the World
Adopt a rainforest
Make really good friends with a billionaire
Pay off my debt and bills in general
Become an expert Snowboarder
Be on the show Amazing Race... and win
Learn Photoshop
Become a graphic designer
Eat sushi
Eat a lot of sushi
Go skydiving... again
Learn to speak Spanish fluently
Go to Grad school
Make a to-do list...WHAT...its true, its on there

So, in general, I've got like 50 million things I want to do in life. Some things now some later, others wayyyyyy later, but nonetheless these things are all floating around in my brain. Normal right? Kinda normal at least?

Man this blog isn't very funny. I'll admit it, more of a confession of an epic madness.

(later during the same day)

The absurdity of my to-do list prompted me to get some things done. So you can feel at ease knowing my clothes are put away and my tire pressure is as it should be.

What are the wacky items on your to do list?

Vodka for dinner:

Precisely why I need a vacation from vacation. I think most people can relate. People go on vacation and despite the best efforts to relax they tend to come back needing a vacation or at least some sort of mandatory recovery session. Let's go back to discover the development of this title.

I love San Diego! It is fantastic. I love the beaches, the people and people watching, the incredible weather, the quaint and eclectic restaurants, the fact that there are a thousand outdoor activities waiting to be enjoyed, and the nightlife. I feel like the coffee in the morning smells better in San Diego. These are all of the reasons I drove to San Diego two weekends in a row.

During the last night DateFace and I were in San Diego this conversation occurred:

F: We should definitely get dinner soon before we go out.
M: Yeah, I need to eat.
C: Ok, well we'll stop by Circle K and then get some food.
---Drive around, park downtown San Diego, Circle K, friends house, make drinks
C: You know what we forgot to do?
M: What?
C: Eat dinner
F: Great, I said we needed to eat. Just great.
M: So I'm having Vodka for dinner?
C: Yes.
... later at the club....
F: Excuse me bartender, Can I have another Olive in this martini?... it's my dinner.

Yoga is awesome!

It's true. Yoga is really amazing. I, however, cannot do it and therefore, I hate it. It's not that I cannot physically do it, I mean it's hard, but that's not the problem. The issue lies within the fact that I can only meditate or do yoga-like activities for like 5 seconds before my mind starts wandering.

Today, at my work, we had a training meeting on Yoga. That's right, we sat in a semi circle and discussed the foundations and principles of Yoga. Seems like a cool midday meeting to have a work, right? We even did some of the poses. It was, in all actuality, very interesting, informative, and added a fun variety to the day. There was a problem with this seemingly incredible meeting. . . I can't focus for more then like three consecutive seconds. The whole point of Yoga is to bring awareness to the mind, body and breath and to do very focused and purposeful movements to enhance well being. Sounds AWESOME!!! Please sign me and all of my friends up for that! (detect sarcasm here, keep reading and you'll know why)

We did this exercise where we closed our eyes and focused on our entire body, isolating areas from the feet all the way up to the head. You've heard this before, I'm sure. The point is that I was doing one of two things during this exercise and neither of them were Yoga based or beneficial to my well being. I was 1) focusing on an area and thinking about how much it hurt, ached, was out of shape, needed to be stretched or 2) I was defeating the entire purpose and thinking about my plans for the evening. My plans, by the way, are to sit around eating and drinking wine with friends while watching mindless television and chatting about the nonsense that fills our days. There I said it. So we finish with this exercise and she tells us to open our eyes and notice what we became aware of. Well ma'am, I became aware that my body is aging, not in the shape I would like it to be, and would much rather be stuffing my face and getting sauced. Thank you, for that.

...But the bright and shiny thing is that during my normal activities, going through life unaware , I do not notice these things. I call it ignorant bliss.

Maybe one day I will try Yoga on a more serious level because it is awesome afterall, but not now. Nay.

The temperature of the sun...

The surface temperature is approximately 9,900°F (5,500°C). The outer atmosphere of the Sun gets extremely hot and can reach 1.5 to 2 million degrees. The ironic part about this fact is that Tucson is approximately the same temperature today. That's right, I said it. Tucson is the temperature of the sun. Please see www.weather.com should you have any doubts. Wednesday cools down to a nice 101 degrees F.

Some of you may not know what this feels like and believe me, I feel badly about that. Allow me to describe...
1) Time of day does matter: Days in Tucson are divided into warm, hot, really hot, and are you kidding me? It is 100 degrees by the time it is 8a.m. so, if you have to do anything that requires movement, effort, or being active outside my suggestion is to wake up about 4:30a.m. If you're not an early riser consider doing any of these types of things late at night. It cools off a bit by 10p.m. so anytime around then would be good.
2) Entering a vehicle: People here avoid getting in and out of their cars like it is infected with some disease. When you open the door after parking your car in the sun it's kind of like opening the oven after it has been baking something for hours... only without the tasty treat. Forget touching your steering wheel. People here know how to drive with mental focus. Also, you may be lucky enough to accidentally have your seatbelt burn you.
3) Shade is worth more than gold: People park an absurd distance away from where they are going to acquire the smallest bit of shade. This shade may only cover the left headlight and quickly move to the parking space next to you as the day goes on, but it provides sense of ease. It seems like if a tiny piece of your car is under shade you will significantly reduce the heat that will await you inside your vehicle. This is false. Shade is also a precious commodity in terms of parks, yards, patios etc.
4) Existing outdoors: Laying out by the pool is not an option, you must purchase some sort of floating device to actually lay in the pool. In addition, you have to drink at least 17 gallons of water whilst laying in the sun (recommended) and continue to splash water over yourself in a constant and repetitive motion.
So now you kind of get an idea.

At my job I get guests who call and very frequently ask what the weather will be like when they arrive. They say things like, "How hot is it really?"... "But it's not humid right?" ... and even today "It's not too hot to lay out by the pool is it?" The response I want to give for these types of questions is "Listen, Tucson is the temperature of the Sun. It is, in fact, really REALLY hot. No, there isn't much humidity, but at 110 F it's irrelevant." But, I refrain and often direct them to Internet resources for more precise temperatures.

The summers in Tucson also increase my wanderlust ten fold.

You may know this about me, but probably not to the full extent... My first love is travel. I spend a little bit of time each day looking up far away destinations I cannot afford and planning hypothetical excursions. I should have been a geography major. I frequent both www.wanderlust.co.uk and www.lonelyplanet.com in order to ease my wanderlust. In the summer it gets very bad. My draw to other places is on overdrive. So if anyone has any ideas for cheap travel or quick getaways I'm all ears. Just remember I'm baking away in Tucson (which is the temperature of the sun) and suffering from afflictions like Wanderlust and Socialitis. :)

I am here . . . . . . .






. . . .but I want to be here

"I'm only doing karaoke if they have Fergalicious....

... if they have Fergalicious I'm going to kill myself"
Sometimes we put ourselves in situations that we don't want to be in. Everyone does it. A lot of times this will happen when someone says something like the above that he or she will immediately regret.

"They have Fergalicious!!!." Your regret is often validated when the situation is actualized.

Sometimes you can alleviate this by dragging someone through the embarrassment with you. "Fine, I'll do it, but only if you'll be my backup dancer." Many of you may not know the importance of a backup dancer. I don't want to brag, but it's a pretty important role.

Lets's go back, set the scene. Going away work party at Risky Business. Normally I find Risky's business to be rather low-key and not at all risky as the name may suggest, but something was different about this particular occasion. Teammate and I obviously start the evening each with "1/2 gallon" of Blue Moon. It was not an actual 1/2 gallon, although it could have been and I wouldn't know, but it was big. The bartender actually judged us when we ordered it. First of all, Sir, I am actually 23 so don't look at my license like it's a cheap knockoff. Secondly, I would, in fact, like a giant beer. Pronto. Stat. And thank you. So we depart the presence of Captain Shenanigans the bartender who later reveals his name is John, bad choice revealer. Knowing his name made it a lot easier to shout it from across the bar. We head to the table of coworkers who were not judging us for our large beers but instead were spilling their own. Misuse of resources I say, but whatever, it happens. Lots of fun with the Co-workers. "Dance more!"

A round of shots, gallons of Blue Moon, spinach dip, and several conversations later we come to find that 1) only 5 people can really and truly hang on a Wednesday night and 2) it just so happens to be karaoke night.

Ok, now we're all on the same page. 5 people, Fergalicious, backup dancer. Picture it cause it was fantastic. Notable quotes:
"I hope you enjoy.... your train ride."
"I love protein bars."
"I enjoy Blue Moon because it is nutritious.... yeah, it has vitamins.... the orange, hello?"
"Vitamins are awesome! Say something bad about vitamins, I dare you!"
"You can't even spell fat."

Leave a comment and let me know of your office related shenanigans:)
We'll miss you Jesi!

I don't wanna brag or anything

but it's a pretty big deal!

As of this week I will be down to one credit card. I hear your judgements: "Gee, what do you want a pony?"... "Yeah, I've always had only one"... "But how much do have left on your last one?" And you know what?
1) I would like a pony, but would prefer a monkey or a goose 2) congrats to you and 3) kind of a lot, but with all this nonsense we are getting off track.



I may or may not have spent a rather obscene amount of money approximately a year and 1/2 ago loving life. You know what I've learned? Sometimes loving life is rather costly and also sometimes I can't afford to do it. But, you know who can? Discover Card, American Express, and Visa. So I made friends with these three and had a kick ass time for about 3 months. Granted, I've been paying for it ever since, but have not once regretted it.

In fact, my excitement about paying off these pieces of plastic that harbor my debt is two fold. One, I would like to have more opportunities for saving and reallocate my income. Freedom! Also, I would like to feel like, if the opportunity arose, I could frivolously spend money I don't have again. One of the largest frustrations I have with debt is the feeling that I can no longer acquire more. I, for the last year of my life, have been at my personal maximum capacity of debt and it's damn near suffocating. Have no fear, the end is near.

Holler

When Socialitis goes awry...

Sooooooo... you know you have Socialitis when... you find yourself at work (9:30am on a Sunday) hating yourself and not being able to see straight. Driving to work this morning was hazardous to all, I'm pretty sure I have internal damage, and I'm perma-annoyed with many things including the fact that I'm not in bed.

You know your Socialitis has gotten out of control when you can't even imagine the next time you want to leave your home, the thought of drinking makes your stomach churn, and you are making unrealistic vows to have more down time.

Yesterday was, by any definition, fantastic. I woke up way too early for a Saturday, headed out to go tubing on the Salt River with a group of friends for some relaxation and shenanigans, ate delicious delicious In 'n' Out Burger, and after a bit of down time went out to 4th Avenue for some last hoorah moments with two friends who are leaving town today. Super. Great. Couldn't have been better. One exception, once you reach the point of delerium and are hung over at midnight o'clock the fun stops. Sleep becomes your only goal. You start wanting to sleep like it's your job, like you are going to work and you're not settling with anything less than employee of the freakin month. That's when it's no bueno.

So here I am, at work, hating each moment, and looking forward to the soft comforts that are my bed. As I watch the clock tick slowly towards 6pm I can imagine my head resting comfortably on my 46 pillows.

Socialitis: A serious affliction

What is SOCIALITIS?
It can be acute or chronic, but in either form it is the maximum use of physical energy by an individual as a result of their need to satisfy excessive amounts of social engagements either by desire or perceived necessity.

What causes it?
If I have to answer this then you sir, are not smart. Yes, I meant to say sir. I will however expand upon causes in addition to the obvious. The social events themselves are not what cause socialitis, but rather the root or core of the problem of how the event came to be.
~ Other people being born, for example, is a major cause for socialitis. If people weren't born I wouldn't feel inclined to celebrate their birthdays. Simple.
~ Holidays that are completely made up. I mean, I get the main holidays, but there are things that we, in America, really have no reason to celebrate.
~ Text messages. Let's be honest, calling everyone to invite to a last minute social outing (or inning) can be daunting. Now, with text messaging you can invite 72 people to the socialocity of your choice in a matter of seconds.
~ Facebook, Myspace, and Evite: For obvious reasons

What are the symptoms?
Lack of sleep, free time, and sometimes sanity. An affinity for the snooze button. Frequent ATM withdrawals, gas fill ups, and forgetfulness. Also, the inability to sleep in or go to sleep early. The development of dependencies on Red Bull, coffee, and other such energy boosters.

Who is at risk for Socialitis? (a very serious affliction)
Any person who is a self proclaimed "people person," has lots of friends (they were all born ya know), is part of a large family, cannot and will not miss an important or not important event, loves the holidays that we celebrate for no actual reason and the ones with purpose just as much, will always find something to do during their down time even if it was scheduled as a means of breaking free of the socialitis.

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As you can see this is a very serious problem, an epidemic. You or someone you know might be suffering from Socialitis.

I LOVE holidays that exist for no reason, I don't know what down time is, Red Bull may be the best invention ever, I can no longer sleep in, and I have chronic SOCIALITIS.

If you hate your job. . . raise your hand!

More and more each day I'm finding that a large number of people are truly miserable in their jobs. Granted I do have a few friends who love their jobs, I'm genuinely happy for them. These individuals have broken free from what has become the norm and found something that provides both financial stability and enjoyment. Awesome. Super. I'm not jealous at all.

I'm finding that people hate their jobs for several reasons. I, for example, dislike going to company wide meetings that immediately make me want to drop kick a bunny. Just an excessively violent urge I get randomly when I'm at work listening to people talk about how awesome they are. Don't worry, these violent urges are never carried through and no bunnies have ever been in harms way. Another reason people dislike their jobs is because everyone else in their vicinity dislikes it. I mean how could you possibly enjoy anything amongst the drone of everyone else's complaints.

You may know of or be one of these types of employees:

The Never-a-Bright-Side Employee: These people will hate their jobs for the same reason they hate everything else which is: no reason. They also choose to pick apart anything that anyone says or is slightly wrong at work and point it out to everyone.

The Going-Through-The-Motions Employee: These employees hate their jobs because they are monotonous and because they are so under stimulated that they have actually lost motivation to do anything above and beyond their duties, including looking for a more fulfilling job.

The Overqualified Employee: These employees hate their jobs for obvious reasons. They were either coaxed into a position that they thought would be better than it is or they are lazy. These people, even if they are lazy, will eventually seek employment elsewhere.

The Self-righteous-Slacker Employee: This employee will voice the same complaints as the Going-Through-the-Motions employee and the Overqualified employee all while avoiding work like it is the most infectious of plagues. This person often is one of the reasons other people hate their jobs.

The Incessant-Jaw-Flapping Employee: These employees love to talk and hate to hear. They spend the majority of their time talking about and judging other people in the department or company, speaking about themselves in excessive details to those who have no interest and occasionally morph into a realm where their talking is productive and helpful. These people need to assume various roles in order to not integrate too deeply into any one co-workers space.

The Work-Drives-You-To-Drink Employee: This employee is the person who raised their hand immediately after reading this title. Put your hand down you're making those around you uncomfortable. Granted this employee could just be the fun-loving person who happens to enjoy happy hour and wants an excuse for the frequent visits, but it also may be the person that walks in with lots of black eyeliner on and glares in every direction.

The All-of-the-Above Employee: This employee has read all of the above employee categories and felt a tiny bit of identification with all of them.

There are obviously many more categorically defined employees, however, I'll leave you with the above. These people will make your life awesome, bring you joy, provide content for gossip, cause you to work more than you should, and drive you freakin nuts. Shenanigans.

Related articles: http://www.theonion.com/content/node/34072
http://xkcd.com/137/

It's Ladies Night....

...and the feeling's right. Oh yes it's ladies night, OH WHAT A NIGHT!

The girls go. Girls go to DANCE. You get ready with your friends, "Let's go dance tonight! Let's just - screw guys tonight - Let's just stand in a circle around our shoes and our pocketbooks and lets just dance. And if guys come near us we'll tazer them. No guys." -Dane Cook

So last night I went with 8 of my girls to Cactus Moon for their ladies night shenanigans. First of all, I'd like to dissect this title "Ladies Night". Nothing about these nights are actually for the ladies:



1) My friends and I waited in line for like 20 minutes at only 9:30pm. In my opinion we should be able to just strut right in. It is, after all, our night.
2) As soon as you walk in the door you have the option of pinning a number to your back. This number is used by guys to identify which dancer gives them the most sustainable hard on. Generally, the girls that wear these take their cattle number very seriously and seem to have no problem giving shows for free. My perception is that if you are going to dance like a stripper, a trashy one at that, then go fill out a job application and get paid.
3) The drink specials are awesome. I love a cheap drink as much as the next person, but let's be honest about the intention. The more drunk the girls are, the sluttier the dance moves and the more likely they are to go home with a guy. It is important, if you have never been to a Wednesday night at Cactus Moon, that you understand some key points about the atmosphere. It consists of a blend of Hip Hop, Country Western, and College clientele all of nearly equal proportions. A completely separate group of people exist and are known as the Creepers. They scatter themselves around the edge of the dance floor occasionally wandering closer. The blaring music switches back and forth between "...the boots with the fur" and "I've got friends in low places". When the hip hop music is playing the dance floor is peppered with quite a spectacle of people. Many of them either seem to be having seizures or are practicing for some sort of escort service. They generally clear off when the country music starts and then it is certainly fun to watch people spinning each other around. I was fortunate enough to join Kay's School of Line Dancing. After all, she is from the woods.

There were two notable people amongst the crowd that I will describe. We'll start with the good news:
~A gentleman asked if he could dance with me for the next Country song. I was a little reluctant, but I agreed. Once the next song came around we danced and it was a lot of fun. At the end of the song he introduced himself and thanked me for the dance and went his separate way. What?! You're not going to awkwardly pursue me all night even though it's obvious I'm not interested? I was pleasantly surprised.

~The next character was a little less classy. I would describe this man as a stumpy 45 year old with terrible intentions. He sat near the edge of the dance floor leering at girls half his age, interjecting obviously awkward comments as often as possible. So my first interaction with him was a simple cheers. I was walking by and having my one drink of the evening so cheers! Why not? Then I'm pretty sure, a while later, he tripped me! I didn't fall, but I'm pretty sure he intentionally stuck his foot out to stop me. UMMMMMMmm hello? Is anyone home? What person with half a brain sabotages someones walking path to get to talk to them. Then, strike three, he says in the most awkward voice "annnnnnnnnnngel" and proceeds to leer at me for the rest of the night. Don't worry I gave him the stare of death back as to not encourage his awkwardness.

All in all, awesome evening with the girls and lots of interesting observations were made.

Please note: I missed the co-founder of PJAA

Smart Cars are Stupid

As my disclaimer I will say that if everyone drove a Smart Car then they would, in fact, be smart. Don't get me wrong, I love the environment just as much as the next person, but let's be honest this is not the answer. In American society where bigger is considered to be better the thought of having a Smart Car is the most obviously not smart thing.

My logic is rooted in the fact that a person can do much more good by committing a lifetime to helping the environment then by putting themselves into a death trap device. One of my least intelligent moments was when I crashed into a semi, imagine if I were driving a Stupid Car. If you Google car accident statistics you'll find some information that would easily deter you from purchasing this car.

In addition, my less practical reasoning for thinking this car is absurd is the mere fact that it is impractical. People often forget to enjoy life as it is. Driving a Stupid Car you basically forfeit the ability to go on a road trip, have a bike rack, carry a surfboard, have more than two people in your car (forget carpooling), the list could go on. I'm not suggesting you purchase a Hummer monstrosity, but at least a car built for people instead of monkeys.

I will say the turning radius of such a vehicle would probably do some incredible parking lot donuts, you could sleep well at night knowing you're not contributing to the excessive use of gas - even have extra money to purchase celebratory drinks, and you could most certainly pride yourself on looking ridiculous.

Better than I thought...
http://money.cnn.com/2008/05/14/autos/smart_fortwo_iihs_crash_test/?postversion=2008051410

Obnoxiousness

I wonder if people who are obnoxious actually know they're obnoxious. I mean, can you fault people for being ignorant? Or, can you fault them even more for being both an idiot and obnoxious? I say, most often, the latter.

This blog is dedicated to the guest at my job who said, " If my mom and I were both here, we would need at least 7 people helping us." No sir, at most you would need two people. Obnoxious. Then he proceeded to awkwardly play tic-tac-toe with me while he waited. When the game was over he stated, "Of course I beat you, I'm a man." And then chuckled. Listen Chuckles, that is the opposite of funny or clever. So shut your trap. Obnoxious.

I know there is at least one person who will read this and think that he was funny. Subjective.

Other notable things of high obnoxiousness include: being micromanaged, people who chew with their mouths open or talk on the phone whilst eating, and people who oppress others with their own religious or political views, loud exhaust pipes and the idiots who have them, people on planes.



What do you find to be filled with obnoxiousness?

*I would like to acknowledge Kay as my editorial consultant

Subject Matter: Blogging

You may ask "Mer, I thought your blog was going to be filled with joyous shenanigans... what's this about blogging?" Well, I was inspired. You can read the comments on my last blog entry for a reference. I was a little shocked I must admit, the stir that was caused by the creation of my blog. I mean, is it not okay for me to be a blogger? Is there some sort of gang-like handshake I must first learn along with a brutal initiation process? I can think and type and, therefore, I can blog.



I figure, why not address this right off the bat. A blog is defined by dictionary.com as an online diary; a personal chronological log of thoughts published on a Web page. Pretty obvious. So we'll sum it up as modern day journaling. To be honest, when I first was introduced to blogs and their bloggers I thought that it consisted of a group of people who couldn't possibly be more attention thirsty. People who felt so self righteous by their own existence that they just couldn't shut up and keep it to themselves.

This was followed by thinking... wow Mer chill out. Blogging isn't so bad. Plenty of awesome people blog (yes, if they jumped off a cliff I would too). Certain blogs of inspiration include Steven's never ending ridiculosity and Kelly's guaranteed brilliant wit (not actual titles). Some of you may know who Tucker Max is? Huge ass, but his blogs were what lead to a very popular book.

In addition, who wants to write in a journal these days? You get that cramp in your hand and stop right in the middle of your thought because you're too irritated at the process of writing. We, as people, have come up with yet another way to be lazy and it is through blogging.

In short: if you don't like it, don't read it.

On the matters of Shenamer...

This blog wasn't originally intended to be named Shenamer. I obviously tried shenanigans, daily shenanigans, and other normal sounding names, however all were taken. Being that Mer is my nickname I found this combo suitable. From this blog you can expect me to say "obviously" far too frequently, impose my unasked for opinions, and simply report the shenanigans that are life.

Also please note: I will be accepting input (both intentional and unintentional) from friends, family, and miscellaneous people. Consider this my disclaimer.

There has been some confusion about the pronunciation of shenamer. It is pronounced just as you would think when combining the words shenanigans and mer. Not to be confused with she-namer which would be absurd.