You people have no idea what I do for you. I’ve given you something you something you are realizing you can’t live without. (shycynical)
A few things:
- Thank you, L_______. I don’t personally have cable (too broke, live in New York, look it up, it was on Gawker), but your work toward describing TV for those that do, well, I know it’s awesome and great.
- I have been blocked by Bill Simmons—The Sports Guy—on Twitter for about a year. I have been, you could probably search my Tumblr/Twitter, I’ve been very critical of him. I mean, not unfairly. The guy will spout off against racism, and then drop a few casually racist things. He’ll denounce sexism, then say a million sexist things. He isn’t a homer so much as just uninteresting regarding sports, sometimes.
- But I like him! I’ve been reading his stuff and listening to his podcasts for, like, years and years and years. I like it. Whatever. I can’t quit him.
- So I saw this RT earlier tonight, like moments before I clicked reblog here, and felt bad. I want to follow him on Twitter again, and I don’t want to have to visit Page 2 or log out of Twitter to see his feed.
- I said as much, points 2-4, in some form I found by Googling “Bill Simmons email.” I wrote basically that, which was kind of galling. But it’s how I feel. I clicked submit, and kept getting some janky error. I don’t think the form works anymore.
- So fuck him. With a large, blunt, poly-sided object. Like, with a three-meters-across twenty-sided die. Fuck him.
- He’s an idiot.
- How did it seep through his simian mind to pluralize “TV” with an apostrophe s but not “DVR?”
- Fuck him.
- Fuck that guy.
- This rant actually belongs on this new blog I’m starting called Come On, Be Real. But that’s not launching until next week.
- Anyway. Where was I? Fuck him?
- Fuck him.
