Thursday, February 17, 2011

The Ray Way: Religious Icon


The Ray Way is back with a very lengthy explanation on how I will handle a certain aspect of life. I had every intention of tackling the final frontier of this mortal coil and writing The Ray Way: Death. However, late last month a good friend died and it seems like it would be ill-advised to talk about death with the sense of humor with which I normally approach these posts. I'm not saying that I won't eventually tackle mortality in a blog post of this kind and that death is something so morbid and tragic that we shouldn't be able to lighten it with laughter. I'm just saying that with Ken "Firehose" Aker's recent passing and so many who knew him still grieving the loss it would be in poor taste to make light of my own possible death at this time. Ken Akers was a remarkable fellow and a good friend to me and my blogging. He was one of the eight original followers of my first blog, Friday Night Writes, and always gave me encouragement in my writing whether it was blogging, articles for the Xavier Newswire, or plays for Xavier Players. So instead of Death, I'm going to tackle a subject that I'm sure Ken would want me to take on and which I'm sure couldn't offend anybody: religion.

As I established earlier this month, I listen to Kevin and Bean in the morning on 106.7 KROQ. They recently had friend of the show, Adam "The Ace Man" Carolla, on and he introduced us all to a wonderful new game called "More Harm Than Good". This game simply involves thinking of people, places, or things that were introduced with good intentions, but that are currently doing more harm than good. You can't say the internet because despite all of the malicious activity that takes place in cyberspace...the good clearly outweighs the bad. You can't cite land mines because I'm pretty sure that they were invented with malice in mind. Some examples he gave were ski masks and panel vans. Ski masks were designed to keep people's faces protected from the cold while they were skiing. Now they are only worn by Al-Queda and high society jewel thieves. Panel vans were also designed under fairly innocent auspices. But as Carolla states, "More people are abducted than furniture is moved."

It's an interesting game and I would expect myself and perhaps some guests to play it on this blog at some point. But today I'm going to go it alone as I take on the most contentious "More Harm Than Good" issue ever. I am of course referring to organized religion. It has saved and killed millions alike and we are entering an age in which it's value in our world is at it's most debated. Maybe this is because organized religion is not being applied in the correct way, and hasn't been for a while. Which is why Ray is going to consider forming his own religion, and he's here to tell you how he'll do it in this edition of The Ray Way. 

To answer the question that wasn't officially asked in the last paragraph: I do not believe that organized religion does more harm than good. I believe that organized religion is still valuable to the world. I just think that it could be done significantly better. Sure religion has been and is being used as a tool to discriminate and kill, but not since the Crusades has this philosophy come from the top. This agenda is normally started by some crack pot sect who thinks that it knows what is best. So how ironic that I think that I know best and am planning on starting a crack pot sect. I say that I will be forming a sect because I have absolutely no intention of building my new religion from scratch. I am a practicing Catholic and Catholicism has worked for me for quite some time. When observed correctly, it provides me with everything that I need, spiritually. However, where it doesn't work for me is when the more orthodox amongst its ranks try and convince me that I'm not a true Catholic if I don't observe and follow all of the Vatican's teachings. That doesn't work for me. There are several tenets and beliefs of Catholicism that I just can't abide by. If you've read even just a few of my previous posts...you can probably guess what some of those are. 

However, my church needs a foundation so we'll go with Catholicism. All of the other Christian sects stemmed from Catholicism, which itself stemmed from Judaism. And many of them (Calvinists, Lutherans, etc.) named themselves after their founders...so I'll do the same. My new religion will be called Rayism. I figure that works better than Church of the Grim Fandango or something crazy like that. However, I will also be borrowing heavily from other religions that are not Catholicism. I follow many of the teachings of other faiths in my everyday life already. Though I'm not sure that my firmly held belief that cameras steal a piece of your soul per Native American mysticism is a good one to meld into my religion should I want to attract followers. However, beliefs from religions ranging from Islam to Buddhism are going to be considered and implemented.

The problem with most modern religions is that they are not as inclusive as they claim to be. I expect for religions to be places of understanding with a mantra of "All are Welcome in this Place". Too often houses of worship can be houses of judgment. Religions are accepting of you providing that you are in compliance with their "Terms and Conditions".  And this shouldn't be surprising as this is philosophy of almost every group or collective with a defined membership. And I'm not saying that that's always wrong. But shouldn't religion aspire to a higher level of acceptance than other groups and collectives. The more stipulations and parameters for living that you place upon your followers, the harder your target lifestyle is to achieve. That's why my religion will only have one necessary tenant. Just a single one. And that will be something akin to The Golden Rule...Treat others as you would like to be treated. It won't be exactly the same because while I try and live this tenant in my life it has become very clear that other people don't like to be treated the way that I like to be treated. Treat others as they want to be treated could also become unreasonable when you're dealing with people with big egos and severe senses of entitlement. So, we're going to call this singular tenet of my religion "Do right by your fellow man or woman". Use common sense when considering this tenet. Common sense will not be a necessary tenet of my religion, but it will be smiled upon.

By employing only a single necessary tenet in my religion that means that the following tenets and beliefs are not requisites of my religion: belief in any sort of God or diety, attendance at services of worship, or any sort of dietary or aesthetic concessions. Will my religion believe in God? Yes. Will my followers have to? No. That's a very interesting idea, isn't it? It stems from the philosophy of my religion that was best summed up by Chris Rock in the Kevin Smith film Dogma: That it's better to have ideas than beliefs. There is no reason to mistreat other people because they don't see things the same way that you do. As long as we all believe in good will, peace, and harmony...does it really matter if we believe in things like eating meat on Fridays, reincarnation vs. celestial afterlife, or whether one God controls lightning and another controls the ocean? If your answer to that is "No" then perhaps you want to consider converting to Rayism. My religion would basically take the Ten Commandments and toss out the first three. You should still abstain from murder, stealing, lying, and adultery. However, the three Commandments that govern how we treat God don't need to be lived by. Most people who believe in God choose to believe in a non-malevolent God, and I am not of the opinion that an all-benevolent God really cares if he is worshiped as long as people act for the greater good. But that is my idea...as was previously stated, others are more than free to form there own.

So you might be asking yourself why we should even have a religion if we're not really worshiping anything or espousing any beliefs that can't be supported by the non-religious masses. Why not just call what I'm starting a charity, call it The Human Fund, and just help out my fellow man in that regard? My answer is that that would be overlooking the greatest benefit of organized religion. Organized religion is viewed by non-believers as being synonymous with corruption, fanaticism, and forcing niche lifestyle agendas. And unfortunately organized religion has not been doing its part to combat these notions. But organized religion does provide humankind with two very important contributions aside from its penchant for inner-city and third world charity. Those are a sense of community and a medium for reflection. And I want to start a religion because I want my followers to be afforded those two benefits.

A sense of community is what has made organized religion so viable to this day in the developed world. I don't think that the popularity of religion has all that much to do with salvation or miracles, and everything to do with the sense of acceptance that people get from their places of faith. I think that the difference between people who believe in God and people who don't comes down to whether or not they have had life experiences that they would consider miraculous and that would give them reason to believe. For many of the looked-over and down-trodden in life, finding a place that will accept you without reservation is a miraculous occurrence. People who can lean on their families and friends are less in need of religion, but when you don't have a family or good friends that you can turn to...religion and the sense of community that it provides are invaluable. Everybody struggles at times in their lives and needs people to lean on and if organized religion falls upon tough times then this outlet of community support will be severely weakened. I wouldn't want my followers to be denied this important social commodity, which is why we will have religious communion. They won't be "masses" or "services" or "Salah" or any other standard form of prayer offering. I think they'll be called "discussions". This is because that is exactly what they will be. They will consist of a gathering of Rayist followers who just discuss their ideas. There's no agenda beyond the sharing of ideas, experiences, and problems with people who are interested in listening. I'd call them "sharings", but with a name that hokey it will shift perception from religious sect to cult. 

My "discussions" will have a set meeting place so followers know where to attend, but there will be no ornate decorations or vestments and attendance need not be stressed. It will be a "come as you want" or "come as you personally need it" basis...though attendance will be encouraged to provoke discussion. Consider it like Book Club: The Religion...without any guilt over skipping or not reading the book. The recommended reason for coming to these is that the importance of religious service should not be out of obligation to the religion or place of worship but rather it should be beneficial to the worshiper. Humans lead such fast-paced and non-introspective lives that religious services are oftentimes the only time during a given week that they get time to reflect upon the direction that their life is taking. My religions services are simply a time to sit back and figure out if you want to reorient your life. If you don't...good for you.

The other problem with religion is that it too often forces conflict with beliefs that aren't similar to it's own. Catholics and Muslims are at odds because Muslims aren't Catholic and Catholics aren't Muslim. But what if they were? My religion will have no qualms about religious dual citizenship. Much like most Buddhists, my religion will allow followers who are also followers of other religious faiths. Since my religion's only major belief is that you should treat your fellow man with decency...it really doesn't conflict with any other religions except for Satanism and Scientology. Religious followers are undoubtedly a resource and if religions would be willing to share there would be enough of that resource to go around. Sharing is a hallmark of most religions, is it not? Instead they have been using the promise of a certain way to salvation to hold on to followers and solidify those follower's devotion. My religion will lack any hard-set beliefs on salvation and that will probably hurt us in terms of getting followers since salvation tends to be the modus operandi for drawing parishioners amongst the major religions. Who doesn't want eternal life in heaven or 72 virgins or their own planet in the Crab Nebula? However, we are a religion of ideas rather than beliefs...so let me give you an "idea" of mine on salvation. I think that you are already saved. I think that you are saved no matter who you are. It doesn't matter if you've committed murder, if you masturbate half a dozen times a day, and it certainly doesn't matter if you don't worship my God. If we are to assume that there is a God and that he/she is benevolent, then why would it damn you to a hell of unspeakable pain and suffering for its decision to create you in region that is not partial to its one true religion. It seems a little silly. I don't like to think of Heaven as a night club with St. Peter acting as bouncer and telling all of the excluded "un-cools" that they aren't on the list and had better book it over to Club Hell. Sending anybody to eternal damnation just seems unreasonable, unloving, and unforgiving. And that's my idea...but you are welcome to your own.

I also am going to attempt to limit the role of traditions in my religion. Religions tend to lean on traditions pretty heavily and the problem with that is that things tend to get a little touchy when traditions need to be abandoned. Some people have a problem letting go. At our first "discussion" I will have to be very careful about the refreshments because this guy named Jesus had bread and wine for one important dinner and now his church does it every week. Their also probably shouldn't be a religious text because those tend to be taken pretty seriously as well. Many churches still cling to archaic traditions that don't really make sense anymore just because their religious texts tell them to. For instance, homosexuality and birth control are frowned upon by many of the world's major religions because that's what their religious texts told them. And it made sense when they were written. Back in the early centuries when plagues were wiping out a third of the world and saber-tooth tiger attacks were all the rage, humans needed to be as reproductive as they could be. With humankind numbering in the thousands it was all hands on deck to get your reproductive sexual mojo in gear and start warding off extinction. However, now that humankind numbers in the billions and is growing at an alarming rate it seems like we could go for a few more baby-free sexual escapades.

However, even if you believe in the sweet righteous fires of hell or decry the sinful malignancy of sex outside of wedlock and without the objective on reproduction...you are still welcome to join Rayism. All are welcome to join Rayism. There is also no hierarchy in Rayism. That point may have been obfuscated when I dressed like the Dalai Lama in my header picture...but I assure you that all followers of Rayism are allowed to wear whatever garb they want to discussions. Our God or gods or lack of god isn't big on dress code. He/she/they/nobody is pretty laid back when it comes to pomp and circumstance. Nobody should feel excluded or belittled during discussions and I think that the only way that everybody can feel comfortable is if we enter into this noble experiment with the idea that nobody has any more clout within this religion than anybody else. However, as founder of this religion there is one respect that I wish for my followers to pay me: when you're organizing the discussion group beach volleyball tournament or paintball outing...let me know. 

This post is in memory of Ken "Firehose" Akers.


Monday, February 7, 2011

A Tale of Two Cities: A Rumination on the Two Places That Ray Calls "Home"


So, as of earlier this week have completed my move from the great Cincinnati, Ohio to the great Los Angeles, California. It's not necessarily a new city for me since it's where I spent the first 18 years of my life. However, it will certainly be a change in my life, and I don't know whether it's for the better or for the worse. There are things that I love about each place and things that I hate about each place. So I thought that I would break down the factors and let people know what my top pros and cons are with regards to each city.

Five Things That I'll Miss the Most

5. Max and Erma's Chicken Tortilla Soup

It's exceedingly addictive. The most ridiculous part of this situation is that I am going from Cincinnati (the land of ribs, beer, and heavy European food) and I'm moving to Los Angles (the land of tacos, chimicangas, and all foods Mexican) and I am exceedingly worried that I won't be able to find a chicken tortilla soup as good as the one that they cook up at Max and Erma's. That might sound ridiculous. I'm sure that the combined millions of Mexican-Americans living in Southern California have come up with some pretty good tortilla soup recipes, but I'm going to need somebody to direct me towards the best ones and see if they're able to give me my fix. Otherwise, trips back to Cincinnati might become like trips back to Los Angeles...where I always stop at In 'N' Out within four hours of landing at the airport. I've tried to mimic the recipe as best I can but I can't get the spices right. Though I am now pretty sure that I was missing cumin. I have no choice but to officailly launch a search for the best Tortilla Soup in Los Angeles. The results will appear in a forthcoming blog post some time over the summer. It takes a while to conduct such a search. Los Angeles is a big metro area.

4. Kelli's Hair Cuts

I know that I recently spent an entire blog post talking about how this was going to be a difficult transition, but I think that it can not be overstated how dicey this situation is going to be. I have severe trust issues. These trust issues apply to many situations beyond haircuts (Podcast Guest Lauren just attempted to psycho-talk to the root of them in a Podcast that will air in April). However, they run deep on this particular issue and I'm not the only one. My former roommate Nick, another Kelli client, recently moved to Puerto Rico. And rather than let some hack Puerto Rican stylist or barber trim his locks...he's decided to do it himself. That's an ill-advised decision, but I understand it. Once you've had the first class hair cut experience you can't go back to the minor leagues. I don't want to settle for shoddy haircuts by strangers. So for a second consecutive item, I beseech my Los Angeles readers to make to me a recommendation regarding how I can rectify this situation. If you think you have a stylist who can fit my needs let me know and I will run my requisites by you.

3. $275/mo. Rent

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I lived in a slum. I'm not saying that you're wrong...but I am saying that slums in Los Angeles cost three times this much. The apartment complex that I am currently looking at moving towards costs somewhere between $1800-$2300 for a mid-sized 2-bedroom. Fuck my face. After taxes I could concievably be be spending half of my salary on rent and utilities and I just don't think that that is any way to live. But it's not like I can just throttle down to a cheaper apartment. $500 a month apartments don't exist in Los Angeles. I could probably find an apartment in a seedy downtown area for about $450 a month but it would be offset by the fact that I would have to pay safety insurance to the local toughs to avoid getting my place broken into or torched. And that's something that doesn't happen in Cincinnati no matter what that new show Harry's Law tries to tell you.

2. Snow

I know that I've already made my love of adverse weather clear, but it is hard to overstate how much I am going to miss having seasons that change. The main reason that people seem to think that I should be excited to return to the land of the 90 degrees and the ocean breeze is that I won't have to deal with the frigid weather that Cincinnati rolls out for seven months out of the year. The truth is that I love snow and I love cold. This was never more apparent then when I was hanging out at my friend Noah's apartment the other night. Our friend Jen asked if she could shut the window because she was feeling chilly right at about the same time that I was about to rip off my shirt because it was saunatastic in that apartment. And it's not just my wardrobe and general comfort level that are effected. No snow means no box ball and no broom ball, two of my favorite sports (box ball being second to only jetski paintball). How will I get out my repressed bottled rage. Box ball is a very important outlet which stops the rage from brimming to the point where I snap and kill one of the several niusances in my life. There will be no snow angels, no snowball fights, and no snowmen. Goodbye, white christmas. It was nice to know you.

1. Cincinnati Friends

I love my friends on both sides of the Mississippi (or let's say "The Rockies" since Cincinnati is moving to Denver. I would refuse to tell you that one set is better than the other. However, they both provide me with fullfilment in very different ways. My Cincinnati friends are more adventurous, more malicious (in a good way), and more consistently available. I've been supremely spoiled in the last seven years to have many of my nearest and dearest living within a three mile radius. I got to see my friends damn near every night. We did weekly dinner parties and trivia nights and poker games. Those days are gone. I will be moving to a city where many of my closest friends live close to an hour away and where urban sprawl will create a glaze of dissonance that will be hard to overcome. I also don't have personalities in Los Angeles that can ever replace the Andrew Smiths or Trevor Lowes in my Cincinnati life. When I return to Cincinnati, it won't be for the tortilla soup. It will be for my lovable Cincinnati friends with their wonderful midwestern values.

Five Things I Say "Good Riddance" To

5. Proximity to Dayton

I'm ready and willing to admit that I'm stretching here. What can I say? There just aren't that many things to dislike about Cincinnati. There's plenty of things to dislike about it's loathable neighbor to the north. The city is filthy, the people are whiny, and the whole place has been under construction 24/7 for the last eight years. Percentage-wise it has the fastest-shrinking population in America over the last decade because the residents who do possess a sense of human decency are desperate to escape. The ones who don't just send their teens to The University of Dayton. Despite the construction that has made the city a work in progress for the last decade, they really haven't built anything. Good retail outlets and restaurants are few and far between, though they do have a whole section of the city filled with high-on-pretention but low-on-talent art galleries. While I hate to leave Cincinnati, I'm okay with trading it's useless neighbor Dayton for it's useless Los Angeles County equivalent: Fontana.

4. Cincinnati Metro

I'm sorry guys, but it's really hard to complain about things in Cincinnati. It's a pretty great place. And I feel bad about bashing the Cincinnati Metro when the Los Angeles Public Transit system is ten times worse. But I had to ride the Metro for the five months after graduation before I got a car and for most of my college years when I wasn't able to borrow a car. It has a slew of problems. It doesn't run on time. The buses are constantly showing up late (which isn't that bad) or early so that when you arrive at your stop a few minutes early the bus has already left and the next one will be around in an hour. The city planners also clearly have no semblance of what the high traffic areas are within their city. And they certainly don't know how to meld this knowledge with what type of people ride the bus. I'll give them a heads up. Bus people are also Wal-Mart people. That is a heavily over-lapping Venn diagram. Plan accordingly. But let's talk about what kind of people bus people are. They're clearly eye patch people. I took a bus from Oakley to Colerain when I had to get my fixed at the dealership. During this 45 minute bus ride there were four seperate passengers who had eye patches. That appears to be exceedingly statistically significant when compared to the population at large. This bus ride also had two African-American guys yelling at each other in an argument over the pronunciation of "gyro". So it's got that going for it.

3. Safety

I'm pretty sure at this point that people think that I'm being sensationalistic and/or making up things. First I liked snow and now I disapprove of safety. Good weather is supposed to be the reason that you move to LA and personal safety is supposed to be the reason that you get out. But there are those of us who like to live dangerously. And while I have little interest in paying the safety insurance that was mentioned above under the cheap rent section...I do appreciate a little adventure and intrigue, and Los Angeles is the place to have it. There is a laundry list of things that I have done in Los Angeles that I have never been afforded the opportunity to do in Cincinnati. These include getting in fights, ghost riding my car, and seeing another human take a bullet. It sounds crazy, but it's the same reason people go skydiving. They want that rush. And Cincinnati just doesn't afford me the same sense of danger that Los Angeles can. And sure my life expectancy might take a significant dip after the move, but who wants to live that long anyway? I've always been "Live Fast, Die Young". I believe it was Steel Magnolias which taught me: "I'd rather have 15 minutes of spectacular, than a lifetime of nothing special".

2. Small Market Appeal

People who say that Cincinnati doesn't have everything that other cities have are selling it short. Sure it doesn't have a beach, but it's got just about every other means of entertainment that Los Angeles has. It even has an NFL team which LA doesn't. And while it doesn't have pro basketball, the Xavier Musketeers are much more exciting than most pro teams (I don't feel that I need to tell you why Clipper games suck, but I will explain why Laker games are terrible during a more relevant post). However, whereas Cincinnati has at least one of everything you could want...Los Angeles has three or four of everything. And this really helps prevent overcrowding when you're trying to enjoy yourself. The great events and places in Cincinnati get crowded. I don't want to have to share my IKEA with all of Southern Ohio. The entirity of Ohio, Kentucky, and Indiana have to share one IKEA (in Cincinnati). Los Angeles County has four IKEAs. That's what's so great about Los Angeles: the ridiculous overkill that they have in terms of entertainment options. Cincinnati has one boardwalk-style hangout. Los Angeles has at least half a dozen. And movie theaters are even more ridiculous. On Christmas Break of 2006, I did a film festival where I watched seven different Oscar nominated films in less than 24 hours at seven different theaters. I am 100% positive that this is impossible to do in Cincinnati because the drive time between seven different theaters would take up a good portion of your day and there are less convenient show times to choose from. So while Cincinnati has everything you need in terms of amusement. It would be preferable if it afforded amusement everywhere you turned.

1. Lydia

I don't know that words can describe my disdain for this creature. Lydia is my former roommate's cat. And it made me realize that I hate cats. When it really comes right down to it...I hate all animals. But after I leave Cincinnati, I won't have to care for one anymore. My parents never allowed my brothers to get a dog or a cat when we were growing up, and for this I am eternally greatful. We had a rabbit and that was bad enough. All it did was hop around, eat, and make my brothers cry when it got attacked by a coyote and then again when it died six months later. If you've ever been to a funeral for a pet that you didn't care about at all and other people are crying...then you know that they are the most awkward things of all time. I have never wanted to dig a hole faster in my life. But now I'm back to a household where pets are forbidden and Lydia can eat my dust out of Cincinnati. And while Jami was a perfectly fine roommate, Lydia was such a bitch that I'm largely considering a no-pets policy for all future roommates. As per usual exceptions will be made for certain applicants with exceptional assets, but they'd have to really stand out.

Five Things That I'm Looking Forward To

5. Kevin and Bean on 106.7 KROQ

I absolutely love this program. I don't think that any city in the world has a comparable morning show that is as entertaining as the Kevin and Bean morning show. They have a lovable group of misanthropic characters who are very effacing of each other and who possess absolutely ridiculous quirks and personality traits. Yet, somehow they're so relatable. I think of them as just like my friends, except wittier and with more celebrity connections. They are able to consistently put on a morning show that I want to listen to on my drive in. There topics of conversation are incredibly diverse, but each one is more interesting than the last. The humorous banter that they have during their ridiculous segments is what I aspire for my podcasts to become. But that almost can't be until way down the line...seeing as Kevin and Bean have been in action for almost twenty years. It takes a lot of practice to build the level of comeraderie that they display with each other, as well as Lisa May, Ralph Garman, Psycho Mike, and every other member of their morning show. It doesn't matter whether they're talking about politics, pornography, or the migratory pattern of birds...you get an enthralling conversation every time.

4. Hot Waitresses

While I don't think that most people properly consider this factor, it shouldn't surprise people that this is true. Hollywood is the American acting Mecca and Tinseltown requires its talent to be better looking than Broadway does because the move to HD puts beauty at even more of a premium than it has been over the past several decades. Therefore, the aspiring thespians that have phenomenal talent, ungodly-sensational looks, and any combination of those two will rise to the top and become stars in the industry. However, there is still plenty of work out there for those girls who are just very beautiful but not very, very, very beautiful. However, this is often not enough work to make actress there sole source of income. So, a good number of the actresses that have the looks to not get sent packing but still need to subsidize their income turn to waitressing. And subsidize their income they do. They've all learned that flirting and physical contact are sure to up their tips and so a perfect 10 that would look right through you if you were walking towards each other at the mall is forced to give you her full attention for about an hour. And even though you know that her giggle at your lame joke or her pat on your shoulder are just gratuity-upping ploys...you don't really care.

3. Spiciness

Sure there is a lot of great food that I'm looking forward to in Los Angeles that I just can't get in Cincinnati This is mainly In N' Out Burger and Cactus Cooler. However, there's a lot of great food that I am giving up. So it will even out. This more refers to the effect that my cooking will have on others and my ability to stimulate a certain section of my tongue that always wants me to bring the heat. Perhaps I should better explain. Every Monday night in Cincinnati, my friends and I would have dinner party. The host location would switch from week to week and about once a month I would find myself cooking a meal for about eight people. Being an arrougant bastard and thinking that I could make anything I would often take requests. And the fancier amongst the group decided to request ceviche. For those of you that don't know ceviche is a Peruvian fish dish. I obliged them, though they were clearly unaware of what ceviche was when they ordered it. The second line of it's wikipedia entry reads: " The dish is typically made from fresh raw fish marinated in citrus juices such as lemon or lime and spiced with chilli peppers." So as you've guessed by now...it was far too hot for everybody. Only Trevor the Mighty was able to stomach the ceviche, and he has never met a dinner party meal that he couldn't heap praise upon. A few months later I decided to do a dinner night where I would cook to order from a menu. So why so many people ordered the Cajun pasta when there were several other milder menu options. Unsurprisingly, the Cajun was a little too Cajun for those who ordered it. In Los Angeles, if I cook something with Cerrano peppers they slap in the face and asked why I didn't use cayanne. They don't appreciate you moseying down the Scollville Scale around here.

2. AMC Burbank Movie Screenings

I consider myself to be an Elite Level movie buff. My movie knowledge is first class and I've managed to keep myself abreast of all cinematic developments that are happening. But living in Cincinnati hasn't allowed me to stay as ahead of the curve as I am accustomed to being when I live in Los Angeles. That's because it is significantly harder to see movies before they come out. I love free screenings. They are the best thing that the movie industry has to offer us. You get to see movies that your friends can't see AND you get to see them for free. In my seven years in Cincinnati I was only able to find two free pre-screenings. One was for The Rocker with Rainn Wilson and the other was for The Tourist with Johnny Depp and Anjolina Jolie. I figured I had to go to them after scavenging so hard to find them. But the beauty of Los Angeles is that everytime I go to the AMC Burbank I can grab several free screening passes and be selective with my decisions. I already have three lined up for this week. Hopefully, Machine Gun Preacher and 30 Minutes or Less will be good. However they are, I'll let you know when you're considering paying to see them in six months like a sucker. And I've screened multiple Best Picture nominees over six months before they debuted to the general public and I've screened films that got relegated to a straight-to-DVD release. It's a crapshoot, but it's usually a good time.
1. Los Angeles Friends

While I'm quite sad to leave my Cincinnati friends behind, I'm very interested in catching up with my Los Angeles friends. When you live 3000 miles away, you have to work hard to make sure that your relationships don't atrophy. I've tried my best and in some cases of failed whereas in others I have succeeded. I'm hoping that in many cases I can pick up right where I left off. So far, so good. I've already re-established a relationship with many of them and we go golfing or watch basketball or go to bars on a regualar basis. The other good thing about my Los Angeles friends is that they are less like me than my Cincinnati friends. This can be a good thing or a bad thing, but I'm a glass half full kind of guy, so we're going with good. There might be less common interests with my Los Angeles friends, but I bring more to the table. There are no Ray O'Brien substitutes in Los Angeles. As much as many of my friends in Cincinnati might hate to admit it, there is a little Ray O'Brien in all of them. It will be nice to mingle with people for whom my shock value can achieve it's proper apex. In addition, I've forgotten how much I miss all of the great sound bites that my Los Angeles friends give me. This blog's Matt Burrows Quote Wall might be coming soon.

Five Things That I Am Dreading

5. Maladjusted Youngsters

There's just something off about kids who grow up in Los Angeles. And it's totally fair for me to say this because I was a kid who grew up in Los Angeles. All kids have their problems and their developmental issues. But Los Angeles kids are raised to lean towards one of two totally different extremes. This stems from the very different styles of parenting that are prevalent in Los Angeles. It takes a village to raise a child, and Los Angeles is no village to raise a child in. Midwestern parents teach their kids in the necessary niceities and human decencies that everybody should have, but they don't get too hard on their kids when they go out cow tipping or get into other mischief. Los Angeles parents either tend to be control freaks who try and short leash their children very tightly so as to not let the Gomorrah that is Los Angeles corrupt their offspring, or they tend to be overtly lax, absentee parents who let their kids do whatever the hell they want. I have to think that somewhere between Rev. Shaw Moore and Dina Lohan there lies the proper way to raise your child. But in Los Angeles most of the youth end up as either entitled waste-of-a-life doucher burnouts or morally-superior self-flagulating lunatics who try and make you feel bad about every decision you make.  
4. The LAPD

I'm a big fan of Cincinnati police. I'm a big fan of most police officers. They work hard to keep our streets safe and preserve law and order. A good percentage of the Los Angeles Poilice Department never got this memo. They are a corrupt bunch of egomaniacs who sometimes are as bad as the criminals that they lock up. Obviously, they had to deal with the fallout from the Rodney King beatings and the Rampart drug-selling scandals of the mid-90s. But I don't think that these coming to light has changed anything. I've never had dealings with an officer of the law in Los Angeles and felt like he or she was somebody that I would want to call if there was a burglar in my house. And while I can't necessarily speak to the current level of LAPD corruption, I can tell you that the officers that I have spoken to recently are arrougant, impersonal, and have way too much free time on their hands. I was riding shotgun when my friend got pulled over by an officer for not waiting for a jay-walker to completely cross the street before proceeding. As it turns out they had busted over 40 cars that day and the jay walkers were working in conjunction with the police to lure motorists into breaking the law so that they could ticket them to help cover their fiscal deficit. I'm pretty sure that that is a step away from entrapment and if our police force has that kind of time on it's hands to trap and exploit hardworking citizens, then I know of a few pink slips that can help with that deficit.
3. Sales Tax on Everything

I might be the most moderate on person on the face of the planet when it comes to social issues, but I would consider myself to be fiscally conservative. I want Uncle Sam to take his god damn hand out of my pocket. And I certainly don't appreciate that California is so bad at money managing that they need to place an almost 10% sales tax on every item. There are lots of products which don't require sales tax at all. When I'm cruising through the McDonald's Drive-Thru and I'm hitting the Dollar Menu like it's an Asian child who got a B+ in Algebra, it should cost $1...not $1.09. I don't deal in change. It's offputting. Sales tax makes life a hassle. Products spiral to prices exponentially more expensive than they need to be. Extra taxation is why gas is currently running at $3.77 in California while it was at $3.04 when I left Ohio. And given my communte, the extra taxation probably costs me at least $15 a week. California owes its citizens a better way of life. One where they don't have to get nickeled and dimed for 20 cents when they want to enjoy a McGangbang.

2. Serial Phone Junkies

I have mentioned on this blog before that we need that phone to save us from our phones. If there is one thing that I just will not tolerate it is people who cannot seperate themselves from their phones when they are at social gatherings with other people. If you get a phone call, go ahead and answer it. But otherwise your phone should be in your pocket. Having your phone out says to me that I am not worthy of your full attention. And this might be the message that you are willing to send. But I will show you that this is a poor decision. Much like an alligator or a wolf, I am a creature who can be reckoned with if your eyes are on me and you are alert. But once your attention strays to your phone and you lose me in your line of sight. BAM! To the Face! I do not mean to imply that Cincinnati does not have it's fair share of smart phone addicts. They do...though they got significantly better once Nick Rosati moved to Puerto Rico. However, it is unquestioned that Los Angeles is worse. If I can paint you a picture of the streets of Los Angeles, it would look like me walking amongst of sea of phone-staring zombies ambling through life aimlessly. Many of you might think that I don't have a smart phone because I lack the monetary ability to have nice things. And you would have been right for the first couple years of smart phonedom. However, now I refuse to get one because I fear catching the hypnotic disease that apparently spreads to all smart phone users. I will only get a smart phone when they invent aps so necessary to life that those who don't have one will become obsolete. When they invent the liver dialysis ap...then I'm in.

1. The 405, The 101, The 5, and The 10
 
I might be moving back to Cincinnati. This one just might be too much. The entire Los Angeles freeway sytem is killing me. I cannot overstate how much I miss the good old 71 and 75. It has taken me two hours to get home from work each of the last Fridays. If you know me, then you know that one activity that I despise above all others is waiting in line. When I would go to the Xavier University Hoff Dining Hall, I would not get the most delicious food because everybody was in line for it. I would eat whichever food had the shortest line. There are very few things in life worth waiting in line for. They exist...but there aren't nearly as many as most people think that there are. So it should stand to reason that I hate waiting in traffic. It's just a line...but with cars instead of standing. I'm sorry, but I have little desire to spend even 1% of my life waiting in line. Los Angeles is determined to make sure that I spend 10% of my life waiting in line. Everybody complains about the traffic in Los Angeles. But they still put up with it. I am going to allow the Los Angeles freeway system to drastically effect my life. I will ensure that I find a job that is closer to my place of residence or I will move out of Los Angeles. Denver, here I come. Nobody should have to put up with a two hour commute.

Monday, January 31, 2011

January Guest Blogger -- Andrew


Hello Followers of the Hot and Bothered Effect.


As has been promised to you, once a month I will have a guest blogger from another blog come and post on the Hot and Bothered Effect so that you can get an appreciation for different writing styles, points of view, and blogs. It will also give other blogs operated by friends of mine to get some exposure for their blogs as well as exposing my readers to blogs that I like. This month's Guest Blogger will be Andrew who operates What About Free Will?. I read his blog with some regularity. His blog states it's description as follows: "My only goal is humor. I write, you laugh, you show your friends, they laugh...and then perhaps something magical will happen (no promises). So, what about free will? It’s the only thing that nobody can take away from you, but luckily the only thing that matters. Though, without free will I'd have to have fewer excuses prepared. Besides all that, I am awkward. Like, impressively awkward. It's to the point that you think I'm doing it on purpose." Once again, I do not know Andrew and this post is simply an excerpt from his blog. Next month, I plan on returning with exclusive content from a friend's blog. However, Andrew is taking a perilous cross-country trip right as I am taking a periloous cross-country trip so I thought that it would be a good seguay as my next post will come to you from Los Angeles and not Cincinnati. Here is Andrew:

My Grand Trans-Atlantic Adventure


I need to admit to something. It’s a lie. It’s all a lie. Sure I’ve lied before in the past, but this is one I just can’t live with.

Here’s the deal: I will soon be going on a very long car trip. There, I said it. The adventure I spoke of in the title of the story will not be trans-Atlantic nor particularly grand. I will be driving from bumfuck Iowa all the way to Phoenix, Arizona. Admit it though, you never would have read a story entitled “Bumfucking Across America.” I am making this road trip to partake in a short internship. Upon completion of which, I will be nearly ready to enter the workforce as a responsible, tax-paying citizen.

The road trip is rumored (from Google) to take about 24 hours of driving. A rational person would stop halfway to recuperate. Not this guy. I plan on driving straight through, even if it kills me and several innocent bystanders. Besides this decision which may end up meaning my demise, there are several things I am excited to experience, and many other things that I may encounter that would cause a nervous breakdown/anxiety attack. I will detail the states I plan on driving through.

On the way there…

Iowa

Possible Hazards: None. I am well versed in the ways of the motherland and fear neither corn, corn whooping*, or corn syrup.

*Corn whooping is the act of pulling a tassel out of a corn stalk, tapping the end of it on your shoe, which sends the hard tip speeding towards another person. While seemingly benign, the act of corn whooping can break the skin…and the cornea. I saw both happen.

Possible Delights: Last chance to experience Midwest “quaintness.”
Nebraska

Possible Hazards: Mainly, I’m worried about Husker fans. As stated many times over, I carry little concern for sports in general and less still for football. However, I am impressed on a day-to-day basis with the obnoxiousness of Husker fans. Also, Nebraska is very flat. It is quite possible that I will fall asleep at the wheel killing all the 300 people that live in Nebraska.

Possible Delights: Fuck if I know.

Colorado

Possible Hazards: Mountains. What the fuck? These huge pieces of rock are just sitting around and nobody seems to care. To quote a highly intelligent teacher of mine, “Every mountain is a volcano and it’s just a question of when that mountain is going to explode.” To exemplify the point, the same teacher also said, “Every animal that is born adds weight to the world, and it’s just a question to how much weight the world can hold.” Don’t ask me; I’m not sure where he was going with that, or where I was going with that for that matter.

Anyways, I’m not exactly sure what I’m going to do when I get to these mountains. I have never actually seen this phenomenon in person and I’m not sure how I’m going to handle it emotionally. I can see the newspapers now, “A twenty-four year old man backed up traffic for miles today when he stopped his car in the middle of the interstate. When questioned on his decision the man responded, ‘I wanted to see what the mountain was going to do.’"

Possible Delights: The absence of fat people. Colorado has the lowest rate of obesity at right around 20%. The sad thing is, Colorado is commended for its obesity rate, when in fact, one-fifth of population has cushiony roles. How is that an accomplishment? Go America!

New Mexico

Possible Hazards: Like everyone else on Earth, I have no idea what Purgatory is like. I have a strong suspicion that New Mexico is the closest thing readily observable to living people. While Purgatory by definition is not a hazard, I feel that I am not mentally stable enough to handle the reality shift, therefore making it a hazard to me. If the Catholic Church didn’t completely make up Purgatory in order to swindle people out of money I might actually be concerned.

Possible Delights: Hookers. No wait, that’s Nevada. What the hell is in New Mexico?

Arizona

Possible Hazards: Hippies, hippies, god damn hippies everywhere. I realize that I will be spending a good portion of time in this state, but I am not prepared to deal with this sect of the population. There are a bunch of human-gonads in Arizona that believe in things like power crystals, energy vortexes, and blood type food diets. Look that shit up, I’m so angry I can’t even describe it to you in order to make fun of it.

Possible Delights: I will be [comparatively] toasty warm in the middle of January. Have fun with snow and everything that comes with it, suckers.

I am taking somewhat of scenic route on the way back in order to participate in a wedding. I suppose this is also the way I will take if there is some sort of massive snow storm happening in the near future which closes the state of Colorado. If so, please disregard most everything written above. Now. Okay, now keep going.

On the way back…

Texas

Possible Hazards: People who are not aware the South lost the Civil War, people who are not aware that Texas is not its own country, and people who think the Alamo is not a complete tourist trap. Oh yeah, and the humidity.

Possible Delights: I hear there’s a really cute antique shop just off the highway.

Oklahoma

Possible Hazards: Musicals.

Possible Delights: Google maps says I’ll only be in Oklahoma for like an hour, so I’m not exactly sure what delights I will have time to experience. I hope the rest stops are nice…

Kansas

Possible Hazards: When I was six years old I went to my Aunt’s house outside Kansas City. They lived in a suburb called “Rattlesnake Ridge.” Early one morning I was told to play outside and was sent out back to the sandbox. Upon opening the box, I found a friendly little snake inside that made a neat noise. The best part was that the closer I got to it, the louder it got. It was a fun toy. I stood there for awhile, poking it. After some time, the snake took a strike at me and missed. I was not concerned. I got bored and left. Somehow I didn’t die.

Possible Delights: I couldn’t think of anything to put here so I went to Wikipedia. Apparently Kansas leads the U.S. in sunflower and sorghum production. Who knew? I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a good bowl, of hot, steamy sorghum.Thanks Kansas!

So, there you have it. These states together will create a grand adventure, the likes of which the world has never seen. Maybe some of you will see me out there, on the open road. If so, give a friendly wave. If that doesn’t get my attention, honk and throw objects at my car because I’ve probably fallen asleep at the wheel again.

Friday, January 28, 2011

The Lush Life Chronicles - - Volume 5: The Kelli



Before we get into what The Kelli really is, I feel that it's important that we note that we have reached the second tier of the Lush Life hierarchy. The first four pillars (The Double-Double, The Personal Bubble, The Know-How, and The Hobby) are all more grandiose versions of essential human needs such as food, shelter, and mental diversion. However, we have now reached the point where we need to focus on the more complex relationship needs. Whereas the first four pillars can be satisfied by "things" more or less...the next four pillars need to be satisfied by people. When we think of relationships, people tend to get fixated on how to approach and better perfect romantic relationships, both heterosexual and homosexual. That's not what these next four pillars are about. They are about perfecting your heterosocial and homosocial relationships. You've got Cosmopolitan and Maxim to help you with relationship advice (or if need be, my ill-advised Valentine's Day post). What people need help with these days is managing all of the non-romantic relationships in our lives. It is astounding how shitty people are at properly maintaining friendships, acquantancships, and other necessary plutonic relationships in their lives. I blame the propogation of social media. We think that we can manage our relationships over a shifty Wi-Fi connection with the help of our Faceposts and Twitterscopes. And while these are useful tools for building a brand presence and spreading information (as was mentioned in my last post), the Lush Life is about relationships that require a little more face time. The simplest of these relationships is still a very important one. It's one that I call The Kelli.

Kelli, for whom this pillar is named, is the finest follicular artist in the Greater Cincinnati area. She is my hair stylist, and I think it's safe to say that she is the best one that I've ever had. Every time I go to get my hair cut by her she does a great job, she knows exactly what I want, and I get a stimulating conversation to go with the new 'do. I've gone back and forth to various places in Los Angeles and I just can't ever seem to get the right haircut experience. Sometimes I'll get a stylist who is nice and friendly and conversive, but they do a terrible job on my hair. Other times I'll get a great haircut from somebody who is elderly and only speaks Spanish, and it's awkward the whole time. Why is it too much to ask for both? I should be able to get a great haircut, and be able to converse with the person giving me the haircut on the level that those Barber Shop movies imply to be requisite between the shearer and the sheared. Being able to get the all-inclusive A+ haircut experience is valuable and it's significantly harder to attain than one would think. I will soon be migrating from Cincinnati to Los Angeles, and believe you me, I am not looking forward to having to find a new hair stylist. Whereas, I will always treasure my relationship with friends in Cincinnati and hope to keep in touch with as many as possible...there is one set of relationships that will be devestated by my move out west. That would be the collective group of relationships that make up what is a very strong fifth pillar for me. I am of course talking about the relationships that make up The Kelli.

Kelli and I do not hang out outside of the hair salon. She has a seemingly wonderful husband and an adorable baby girl. I have Andrew and Nick. (Damn, my life is sad.) Kelli and I lead seperate lives and have little desire to drink together on the weekends or watch the Super Bowl at each other's places of residence. She doesn't come to my weekly Poker Night and I don't go to her weekly Book Club. She doesn't cut my hair for free. I'm a client. And that's really what The Kelli is all about. It's about having friendly professional relationships at various service establishments. This pillar could be called The Lindsay, as that is the name of my regular waitress every week at Mount Lookout Tavern. It could be called The Steve, who is my Trivia Caller at Balboa's every Tuesday. It could be called The Dana, who is the librarian I chat up every time I check out or return a book or video at my local branch of the Cincinnati Public Library. The Kelli is about walking into an establishment and being a regular. This is why Cheers was such a popular show. Everybody wants to have a place where everybody knows there name.

It's nice to be known when you're out about town. The George Clooney film Up in the Air talks about how companies are going to lengths to make people feel welcome and individualized when they travel or are recieving other services. But in the case that was presented in that film with American Airlines and their VIP services, you're paying an arm and a leg to have people who have no personal connection to you pretend like you're important. The Kelli requires far less money, but a little more effort. When you like a place enough to frequent it and become familiar with the staff...go ahead and wade into people a little bit. Get to know them. Let them get to know you. I promise you it will be worth it. Take for example the Kelli for whom this pillar is named. I've been getting my hair cut by her for almost three years now. That's probably about 12 haircuts. And thankfully only one of those haircuts included conversations about my job, my living situation, and all of the other small talk, starter-conversation, B.S. If I had hopped around to different people to get my hair cut by random walk-in I would have had to have those conversations at least ten times. But once Kelli and I have the trivialties of my existence and her existence out of the way we can move onto other more engaging topics such as her audition for Big Brother and my attempted coersion of her to return my friend (and her client) Erin Swietlik to her trademark Pageboy 'do.

This conversational comfort is also important in other scenarios. I like having familiarity with people. But what I like even more is when people have familiarity with me. My words have a lot of context and it works best for all parties involved if they aren't taken in the wrong context. Most of my prized relationships are based upon ribbing and mutual insulting. If I don't feel comfortable calling you a "dumb slut" and you aren't one of my parents...then we will never be close. However, most waitresses don't take too kindly to you when you greet them with "Sup, bitch". However, when you attend their fine establishment and they serve you every week and you know their boyfriend's name, the classes they're taking at college, and the story behind how they broke their nose last summer...it becomes significantly more acceptable. This is why the fact that for three years I had The Kelli at Mount Look Tavern with our waitress Lindsay was so invaluable. (I realize that the last sentence is a confusing cluster-fuck, but know that when I am referring to the pillar I will capitalize "The" and when I am referring to the hair stylist I won't.) Lindsay served us damn near every Monday and having regular status came with many great benefits. Oftentimes, our drinks came very quickly because she knew our ordering habits well and had already put in the order. And when the place was at capacity and standing room only for Trivia nights we would occasionally have a table reserved for us if we were arriving too late. However, when Lindsay was notably absent...disaster would strike. We would try to have the same jovial relationship that we had developed with Lindsay with the new server, and they'd send another server over because we'd have scared the first one off. I found out that some waitresses get a little offended when you ask them to "hold the spit" when they lack the familiarity of you're running joke with your regular waitress.

That's why moving across the country is going to shatter my hold on this pillar of The Lush Life. I'm going to have to re-discover all of these relationships. I'm going to have to get a new bar, a new personal trainer, a new hair stylist, and a first massage therapist. I basically have to start all over. Part of that is exciting as I get to basically adventure into meeting new people and choosing new places to become a regular at. But the other part of it sucks. I have to shift through all of the new salons, eateries, and service industry figures who aren't going to make the cut. And it will take quite a while for me to re-establish the current level of comfort that I have built. And before I find the right one I'll probably have to talk to at least three more hair stylists about my damn job. And if there is one thing that I hate talking about... it's work. But I have faith that I will find the new places and relationships that I need to replace the void in my life that will be created by leaving Kelli and Lindsay and Dana and Steve behind. I had better do so with speed, vigor, and gusto, because The Lush Life waits for no man and you aren't living The Lush Life if you can't enjoy casual relationships with friendly people at your local haunts.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Hold That Thought: Launching the Tweet Fleet


I have allowed no ambiguity with the fact that I think that Twitter is dumb. I have cited many incredibly valid reasons: it's ruining the English language, it's inflating the egos of our youth, it creates a society of followers and not leaders. The list goes on and on. Read this excerpt from my last blog:

Twitter - Tweeting Is For Twats



I had to decide whether I should even talk about this in my blog. Is twitter even worth me taking the fifteen minutes out of my day to write against it? However, I eventually decided that even though Twitter is a waste of my time and yours, I can not stand by with my hands in my pockets as Twitter wrecks this great world we have. I have so many problems with Twitter I don't even really know where I should start.
I think I will start with the fact that Twitter is ruining literacy in it's quest to take down media as we know it. The reason that Twitter is so popular is because it takes very little time or commitment. It isn't like blogging where bloggers like me routinely put out 25,000+ character posts. Twitter limits you to 140 characters per post. Therefore, in order to put complete thoughts into post form on Twitter people have to cut corners. Da = the, cuz = because, dat = that, and even b = be. It's one thing for hip movie stars and athletes to use this lingo in posts but these are also being used by prestigious reporters and journalists in Twitterviews.

That's right, I said Twitterviews. Purportedly reputable journalists are conducting important interviews via Twitter. George Stephanopoulos kicked off this trend in March when he had a full interview with Senator John McCain on Twitter. I do have to give them credit for not deviating from standard American English as I had previously complained about but Stephanopoulous's questions and McCain's answers were still confined to 140 characters. This does make it a little snappier in terms of getting to the point and might make decent strides in helping to inform our ADD-riddled nation on political policies, agendas, and developments. However, I don't think most important political questions can be answered thoroughly in 140 characters. This will definitely sound snobbish but if you can't read an entire TIME Magazine article or watch a full 5-7 minute segment on CNN to learn about something maybe you don't deserve to be informed. Because on Twitter you are not informing yourself. You are half-ass informing yourself. You are getting the bare minimum in terms of information and you are getting information that the giver of said information wants you to have with absolutely no filter for the truth. If you told me that you picked up a piece of information on Twitter you may as well have not picked it up as far as I am concerned because it has no basis in reality.
The second reason that I hate Twitter is because it makes very mediocre people feel as though they are "special". It all comes back to special. People will get 40+ followers and think that people are so enthralled by their lives that they can post whatever they want and people will be hanging on their every movement. How else can you explain tweets like "time check to HP: t-circa 5 hours", "A great night and might have to go back out :)", "drinking a fresca", and "Had a great time at lunch today"? Are these really things that you need to keep me informed of? This is Twitter's biggest problem. 95% of it's users are no good at it. They don't know what information is interesting or pertinent. There is a reason that Ashton Kutcher has 2.85 million followers. It's not because he is the most famous, interesting celebrity on the planet. It has to do with the fact that he is one of the more interesting Twitter-er. Most people are terrible. They find certain facets of their life to be overtly interesting that are in fact quite boring. This leads to over-Twittering. Some people like to tell others what they are doing ever five minutes which leads to other people checking their Twitter every five minutes which creates a vicious cycle.
Twitter has also created a society of followers. There is a lot more following on Twitter than there is leading. The median number of posts per account is 1. This means that over half of Twitter isn't even posting anything. They are just following what other people are posting. Quit being a bunch of goons and go do something with your life.



But in attempting to promote this blog I have hit a bit of a wall and I have come to realize that the only way to get more meaningful hits and followers is to brand myself all over the internet. So I am joining that which I hate...with the recognition that everything I hated about it is still there and that I still hate all those things. However, I see that this is how we have chosen to propagate information in this country and if you aren't on the band wagon, you risk falling behind. You may decry me as a traitor and suggest that I change the name of this blog to the Twat and Bothered Effect. So be it. But to help this blog in its quest to reach 100 followers, I have joined Twitter (and Formspring and Youtube and Flikr amongst others). I will be "Tweeting" information that is pertinent to this blog such as upcoming posts and survey questions for future posts. I will not be just spouting off random thoughts, as clearly I cannot do that in 140 characters...but just for the hell of it, I thought I'd give you a look at what that would look like. So here are 50 sample tweets where I start a thought that can't be finished...
1. I now know my calling. I must be on a death panel. I've already found the important questions that will decide fates. Where can I sign up?


2. Did you know that the NCAA vacates wins, but not losses? So if you are going to pay athletes, take extra care to make sure they do not suck.

3. Is Orenthal James on the list of names that it is socially unacceptable to name your kid or would most Americans just not understand it?

4. Since JD Salinger passed, which reclusive potential Guest Blogger would score me the most hits? Harper Lee? Bill Watterson? Thomas Pynchon?
 
5. I get the feeling that this hotel room has seen its fair share of affordable hookers...quite possibly as recently as earlier this morning. 


6. National Hispanic Heritage Month runs from September 15 to October 15. That's not a real month. Can't Latinos even respect calendar borders?

7. Social Experiment: Tweet your intention to perform life-altering bad decisions in a few hours and see which of your friends try and stop you.


8. Taylor Swift has launched her own fragrance. I don't know if she's aware, but Beyonce's Heat perfume is one of the best scents of all time.

9. When someone tells you to give them a straight answer, make sure to go out of your way to give them a really ridiculously gay one.

10. Are you literate and looking for a good book? Fuck what Oprah thinks. Go to youarewhatyouread.scholastic.com and see books that others like.

11. My cat has taught me that mental conditioning requires too much time and patience and that water-boarding always needs to remain an option.


12. I just ate a whole Double Down from KFC. In related news, the Angel of Death apparently does not have a monopoly on killing first-born sons.


13. I'm making 5 years the official Spoiler Alert grace period. I refuse to apologize for discussing plot points to movies that came out in '98.


14. Trojan is a god awful name for a condom brand. It implies, like the Horse, that a bunch of little men are going to burst out and ruin lives.


15. Outback Steakhouse just provided my best meal this year, but the stark realization that the recession is far from over. http://bit.ly/dEGeal


16. The check-out lady told me that I was the last person in line, and then got mad at me for not enforcing it. I am not your gatekeeper, bitch.


17. Lincoln doesn't face forward like every other coin. I guess when somebody sneaks up behind you and shoots you in the head, it changes a man.

18. I'm not sure why my friend Andrew is so excited about the prospect of getting married. Liquor stores don't have registries last I checked.


19. Why do my favorite shows get cancelled, yet somehow JAG lasted ten seasons without having a single person that I know watch a whole episode?


20. Allegedly the country of Greece is beyond bankrupt. That's what you get for inventing practically everything before inventing the copyright.


21. If I were ever on Family Feud, I don’t think I could avoid saying: “I hope five of the hundred people surveyed are as retarded as you are.”


22. If I’m ever out of contention going into Final Jeopardy, I don’t think that I could avoid wagering “Suck It, Trebek!” on the final question.

23. If I'm expected to forego blowjobs and liquor to access heaven, there had better be more than a harp and a cloud for eternity when I arrive.
 
24. Let's take a lesson from April Fool's Day. All holidays should involve the energetic yelling of the holiday's name at some point. Labor Day!
 
25. Russell Brand might be a screwy-looking caveman, but I know that I want an entire country's award for Sex Maniac of the Year named after me.
 
26. You should be aware that most people are operating on a very condensed version of the 10 Commandments: mostly just the part about murder.


27. If I could only pass on one piece of fatherly wisdom to my children, here it is: I have never met a Communist that I could not steal from.


28. When preparing for a gay wedding, is it customary to have one bachelor party with both grooms or does each groom get his own bachelor party?


29. I just snagged Kevin VanDam in my Pro Bass Fishing Fantasy League Draft. Who wants to throw me a high five? Suck it, Burrows and Van Dellen!


30. Not nearly enough people take advantage of the fact that you can have the bakery dude write anything you want on a customized birthday cake.


31. I love football, but a game that encourages a player to drop at the one yard line and foresake a wide-open touchdown has a fundamental flaw.


32. Life has been a tad dull and predictable lately. I need some excitement about now. You know what would make things interesting? The Rapture.

33. Whenever I'm drinking very heavily at a bar, it's always awkward when my drink to urinate cycle synchronizes with that of a total stranger.


34. Fairy tales are so hoity-toity. Can anybody explain to me the difference between porridge and oatmeal or curds and whey and cottage cheese?

35. I feel there's a lot of money to be made from a line of "Naughty Krav Maga" workout videos. Self-defense fitness needs an infusion of sexy.


36. I have run across many an awesome pair of cufflinks in my time. But too few are functional. These are very James Bond. http://bit.ly/eFHfbol


37. I don't understand people who commit suicide on the cheap. That's a purchase you get to go into the red on. Go big if you're not going home.


38. Ever since graduating college, I sometimes feel that my life is like a 90%-empty bottle of lube. The fun has been had and the party is over.


39. Taylor Swift's Speak Now is an old-school, 2Pac-style, Burn-Book, tell-all slam album. I think this means that she is fair game, Kanye.


40. This exercise has shown me that 140 characters severely restricts my intended message. I'm very thankful that I can use 100,000+ characters.

So as you can see from the above, you don't want me twittering my every random thought. I referenced the Taylor Swift-Kanye West feud twice in 40 tweets. This means that I've become a big tool just by practicing tweeting. You'll also notice that I also use exactly 140 characters every time. It's a matter of principle. But this is the still the way that it's got to be. My blog has already recieved a massive jump in hits since I joined Twitter...though no followers. By focusing my internet brand across Facebook, Twitter, Youtube, Formspring, Flickr, and other social networking sites (sorry MySpace, you're a defunct site for sexual predators), I should be able to slowly but surely bring this blog along to the level of prominance that I hope to attain. I will use these services to network with no people and maybe even pick up an internet feud or two to drive interest. If only Boxxy were still around...I would love to pick a fight with that raccoon-eyed skank.

Alright, down to business. Here is all of my new-found social network information. If you are already following this blog then you have no reason to follow any of these...but if you are so inclined:

Twitter: I can be followed at @HotDamage.

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/people/Ray-OBrien/28700082   I have also joined the Networked Blogs app on Facebook...so people can now follow the Hot and Bothered Effect through Facebook without needing to fill out anything for Blogspot or GMail to follow.

Formspring: I operate under the handle TheLushLife. You can ask me questions here: http://www.formspring.me/TheLushLife.

YouTube: My username is HandBEffect. My videos can be found at: http://www.youtube.com/HandBEffect.

Flikr: I post photos from this blog under the handle reignmanxavier. My photos can be found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/hotandbotheredeffect/.