WTFbrb

Ok, here it is! Same time, new channel.

Sorry for the confusing moving announcement which I will not correct, because it doesn’t matter now, because we are here.

Over the next few of days WTFbrb will be changing its hosting. Much thanks to the authors of The Mooches for providing hosting these past months.

In the short run, http://www.wtfbrb.com might be down for a bit, but you can still read the blog at http://www.wtfbrb.com.

In the long run http://www.wtfbrb.com is the URL you want to remember.

For those of you using RSS, you’ll figure it out or you’ll post a reply to this comment (either while it’s still here, or in its new location).

Any questions?

Alright, break.

Aside from the ever-present Oscary music, this year’s Oscars were for me (:

I was so happy to be the target demographic of this, the first of a new generation of Oscars (only the second hosted by Chris Rock & Jon Stewart’s generation).

I feel like I won the Oscar for best guy who watched some of the Oscars or something, because they were really geared towards me.

Boy, was I proud to be watching some of the Oscars this year: proud for my generation, and the impact it has had on what demographics mass-culture television will be focused on.

I think with my go-to television-host up on stage, cracking witticisms appreciated by myself, yet acceptable to my parents, I’ve found a new home for some Sunday between late February and early April.

With so many of the nominations and awards going to semi-independant and kinda-not-super-high-budget films, my generation’s appreciation for Indie culture is infecting Hollywood. Also, we like stuff done by Peter Jackson, because he is the new Steven Spielberg (haha woo).

Haha Spielberg! Haha, he didn’t get anything at all. Not that I have anything against him, but, you know, his generation is right out.

Yeah. That… hahaha (:

Hey Happy New Year, can we finally start a new Hurricane season and stop naming storms after Greek letters? First off, the tragic destruction of Hurricane Beta will probably lead to the retirement of the name. That means next time we have 23 storms, we’ll have to jump confusingly from Alpha to Gamma, which will be especially hard after the jump to Alpha confuses me again. Also, people who haven’t majored in math (and, I guess, weren’t in a “Greek” organization in college) might get confused about Zeta being the last storm of the season, and might start thinking that Zeta is the last letter of the Greek alphabet. (Don’t deny it, we all wish it WAS the last letter, Omega is a dumb letter to be last.)

But whatever, Hurricane names aside, the new year is here, and that means WTFbrb is about to get going on a brand new year of all sorts of stuff. We may already be a few days late in, well, acknowledging the new year, but we’re just as dedicated as the next guy to making 2006 the BEST YEAR EVER (WTF people who actually say that, it’s like, duh, we’re not trying to preserve 1958 or 1892 as the best year ever or something).

Uh. Since blogs will be so popular this year, WTFbrb will strive to up the ante to compete with its competitors (theannalog you are so ready to be pwntx0rzed). That is why my fr1st post for the new year was basically about the weather.

You see, you cannot just waltz into WTFbrb and expect purpose and reason. Rhyme and reason on the other hand…

True, a goal of WTFbrb is to lead you to say “WTF”, and perhaps, in a state of shock, mumble “brb” as you get a glass of wine or take a cold shower. Not verbatim, of course, but in your own way. Perhaps this entails removing your glasses and then putting on some tea,
or removing your pants
and doing a little dance.

But who is this blogger to say what this blog is about, what this blog can contain, and whether this blog can be contained:
as a previous post pointed out,
this is a good blog, no doubt.

This blog will rarely succeed in its main goal as stated above. Sedated by information as one is during the time in which they read blogs, every story has been covered, and every angle has been taken, every thought translated and every response entered. This blogger might one day express his opinion of awe at first seeing the Toyota Hybrid Synergy Drive advertisement, wonder why Starbucks doesn’t keep its hours online, note how we were so scared of an inexperienced fangirl when Scalito was waiting in the rear, express his appreciation for great works of art, or simply report the goings on about town. But when these thoughts do come about,
they won’t send your back to the chair
and your arms leaping triumphantly into the air.
You might have to suffer such labors of love and laze
for weeks and months and then a few days,
but the time will most definately arrive
when on this bloggers words will your mind thrive.

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