I Can’t Tell You Why (no baby…) Just Felt Like a Random Blog Post

Well, actually I can tell you why I am a Favre-hater.  There has never been a bigger poser to ever grace a professional sports league.  He is more fake than any professional wrestler.  He is more fake than Bruce Jenner’s last three decades of boyish good looks. He is worse than LeBron.  He is worse than A-Rod.  The problem is, he is not worse than Tarvaris Jackson or Sage Rosenfels (at least as of January – the ankle, his age, are still a question mark).  Brett loves him some Brett.  The problem is Ziggy and Chilli love Brett and did nothing to prepare for a future without Brett.  I hope I am wrong, but I don’t think the “magic” will be back for the Vikings this year.  Again, I HOPE I am wrong.

I can’t tell you why, but every time I take the time to go through and thin out my Twitter account – it pays huge dividends.  About once a quarter when I am suffering from the worst writer’s block or am manically procrastinating, I will take up the pain-staking task of thinning out who I am following.  I tend to be a generous follower, but as we all know, people/bots come and go. I will “unfollow” accounts that appear to be inactive for more than a month.  The huge dividend is that whenever I do this, there seems to a flux of interesting new followers.  My numbers go up.  So I would recommend Twitter account clean up from time to time – and my hope is:  one of you reading knows of tool that can automate the process.

I can’t tell you why, but as hilarious as I find Epic Sax Guy, the original video of Moldova (of which Epic Sax Guy is a band member) shows that ESG isn’t the only dude with signature moves.  I am particularly vulnerable to the Euro-mulleted, spinning, neon-lit violin player.    I laugh until I cry when I watch these.

I can’t tell you why I am compelled to chew on any one of the ubiquitous Twitter quotes that come across my feed – but I do.  As I’ve written before, my favorite scenario is when, in the course of a day, the same quote is attributed to multiple sources, e.g. a particular quote is attributed to John Lennon, Socrates, and Stephen Covey.  My second favorite quote scenario is where the Tweeter quite obviously meant the quote to be motivational and in my twisted, Epic Sax Guy-juiced brain – the quote is actually quite disturbing.  Here is some email commentary on one such quote between, me and my email peeps:

DW: This little delight came across my Twitter feed:  “Trust that little voice in your head that says “Wouldn’t it be interesting if…”; And then do it.”

Can. You. Imagine.

I have visions of apocalyptic havoc.  Marriages crumbling. Empty Suits being called out.  Employees being terminated by the thousands. A run on liquor stores.  Websites exploding.  Credit cards being maxed out.

But that’s just me.

CC: I would finally be free of my neighbor’s rooster…

DW: Roosters would be dying, bridges would be burning…next we’re smearing berry juice on our cheeks and forehead.  You see what I mean.

LB:  Entropy!