Today has been productive, actually.
I woke up to quite the flattering email from someone I have a lot of respect for in the business, which was much-needed as I usually wake up and ponder what the hell I’m doing with my life. It’s nice to have some validation that I may actually know what I’m doing and I may actually even be doing it well.
Coffee, coffee, emails, emails, emails, emails, emails, coffee, yogurt, emails, coffee, repeat.
Then… it was time for olympic hockey. When it comes to Sweden versus Finland I’m always a bit torn. I really have allegiance to both teams as I have been living on and off in Sweden for so long, but have always cheered for Finland for as long as I can remember. It doesn’t hurt that Finland also has, for the past several Olympics, taken my favorite player Kimmo Timonen of course, from the Philadelphia Flyers (whoop-whoop!), as a welcomed prized member of their team, where Sweden on the other hand, failed to take any of my Fly-Guys. This made my allegiance a bit easier swayed.
Unfortunately, Finland couldn’t pull it off today so they’ll be facing ‘Murica in the battle for the bronze as Canadia (no typo) managed to win that game.
Canada, another team I normally hold no ill-will towards, blew it this year by not asking our captain Claude Giroux or Wayne Simmonds or Matt Read, nor any other talented Canuckians that we have on our team to represent them in this year’s olympics.
And this goes without saying, that whatever team Cindy Crosby is on needs to lose. I love you Canada, but honestly. You know he’s a douche.
Coffee, coffee, MEGA cleaning, dinner, emailing, and here we are.
Today’s 365 Days of Writing Prompt is:
If you could un-invent something, what would it be? Discuss why, potential repercussions, or a possible alternative.
I have a long list, but will limit it to only a few.
Let’s go ahead and start with Crosby’s way of playing.
He’s a brilliant hockey player, but has zero sense of good sportsmanlike ethics. He starts fights and has one of his other teammates finish it. He is one of the whiniest, bitchiest, sneakiest, cheating players in the game. What’s worse, is there is no reason for him to be that way as his skills are practically unmatched.
I wish Cindy Crosby was never invented and I see no repercussions here.
The hockey world would find someone else to hate. The alternative is for someone to stop letting him get away with anything he wants to. That failing, someone knocking all of his teeth out so we don’t have to see that cocky smirk.
(Settle down folks. I said CINDY Crosby, not Sidney Crosby. Cindy is the bitch that lives inside a great hockey player that makes everyone despise him, including his own teammates.)
I may lose a few of you here, but…
I truly wish guns were never invented. Humans, as a race, were never going to be able to handle guns. This is not a debate and I’m not trying to take your guns away from you, despite my damn hippy liberal views on things. Stricter gun laws and mandatory background checks would be wonderful, but the problem is far beyond that kind of control right now, anyway.
If guns were never invented, then people would have one less thing to argue about and one less way to kill each other. I see no repercussions with this.
As for alternatives? Well…
I wish weapons of mass destruction were also never invented. I defy anyone to give me a repercussion of this.
The alternative is NO WMD.
Pretty simple, right?
Further, I wish inventing new ways to kill each other were never invented.
But then I suppose humans would have to have not been invented.
Yes, I said invented.
Onto the important stuff though.
I wish Rammstein were never invented.
The band not the air force base. Although if guns had not been invented, then maybe there would have been no need for the air force base. Oh, Hitler should also have not been invented.
But back to Rammstein.
Nothing grinds my gears musically, more than this band. The so incredibly far off-key monotone vocals, in German no less, is to me, the equivalent of someone sticking a needle made of fingernails directly into my eardrum that is made of a chalkboard and then they scrape the needle made of fingernails down my eardrum that is made of a chalkboard while forcing me to chew on tinfoil.
The repercussions of me saying this, could be a few upset followers, but I can’t see how them not being invented as a band would affect too many outcomes as they ripped off enough bands that someone would have figured it out. Maybe in a different language though, and hopefully in key. Sure, hundreds of thousands of people LOVE them and you might to, but these are things that I wish were never invented.
The alternative, is to listen to better music.
And to conclude this post, I wish the following haircuts had never been invented.
There are zero repercussions with this. Boys can have normal long hair like they’re supposed to (yeah, that’s right). Or short, or buzzed. I don’t care, but these haircuts are NOT ok. The hairdresser that began this style should be locked in a room with Cindy Crosby and forced to listen to “Du Hast Mich” while these boys all talk to him and/or her and consistently try to flip the hair out of their face by tilting their heads to one side and trying to flick the solid mass of product drenched cement hair, that’s glued to their eyelid out of their face despite the fact that IT WILL NOT MOVE. It doesn’t matter though and it won’t stop them because they will still constantly try to flip it out of their eye(s).
Feathered hair should never look shellacked.
Oh and dudes over the age of 40 that insist on using this hairstyle as the “new comb over”?
I’m all for funky haircuts. I get it. I grew up in the 80’s and 90’s. We had some serious hairstyles. And they were TERRIBLE! I’m even cool with the androgyny behind it all. I can totally dig, you guys, but these haircuts…
Alternatives? Kids that are not cross-eyed by the time they are 30 BECAUSE of this haircut.
Now GET OFF MY LAWN!!!!!!!
Just in case we all forgot…you’re on MY blog and these are MY opinions and honestly…I promise it’s ok if you don’t agree with them. The world will still go on, even if you hold a different opinion to mine.