That line above holds a special place in Napoleon’s overall vocabulary and heart. He likes it so much it often leaps out of his mouth regardless of what is being discussed. He even used it on the training manual he developed for his division. It is proudly displayed on the intro pages of chapters between quotation marks attributing it to him. I don’t know that he’ll make it to the Quotation Thesaurus though- he's no Groucho or Teddy or Bettie Davis.
Reality holds a variety of definitions- it all depends on who you ask. A friend recently commented that she cannot understand the blogging phenomenon. She says she’s had a journal since junior high school but can’t fathom sharing it with anyone let alone placing any part of it on the world wide web. While most blogs contain a lot of personal information (or so you would think) it is still an open writing format that’s most likely nonfactual in nature. I mean, stories might contain some facts, postings might actually be based on events experienced by the writer and/or friends but a lot of it is probably exaggerated, blown out of proportion, or invented to make it more readable. That’s the case with anything you read anyway- be it news, books and such.
It’s funny to me that I am even blogging- but it actually serves a variety of purposes.
1)It is therapeutic, mentally and psychologically, without the obscene price tag than say a shrink.
2)It is great practice for my quickly disappearing typing skills.
3)It is a venting place when I have exhausted friends’ ears by repeating my paltry stories to no end (all three of them).
4)It provides yet another opportunity to mismanage my time at work yet allowing me to look super-busy.
5)But most of all it allows me to be a closet narcissist as this friend pointed out. And I say closet because there’s still some level of anonymity when you blog right? (I hope so, or I may be standing in the bread line soon).
She read the Narcissist post (http://tinyurl.com/9smbm) and actually agreed with Gay Husband. WTF? She’s supposed to be my friend and she’s siding with him? Didn’t I tell her he’s a mortician not a psychologist? Just because he can fill a body full of formaldehyde while simultaneously siphoning the blood out doesn’t mean he can diagnose mental issues- all his “patients” are D-E-D, dead! Always. But I digress here. The friend I speak of is Law involved anyway- she’s also not qualified to make mental-issues diagnostical prognoses. This I know, I learned it in some pre-law/med course I never took back in college at some point.
Let’s get back to the funniness about this whole entire blogging thing though. You already know I think I’m better than some people right? Ok, good. I often brag about the fact that I don’t waste my time watching television, on account of my being better and all. Ever since I decided that paying for satellite service that’s nonfunctional 50% of the time and realized I had watched every HGTV decorating show along with every Food Network cooking show (though the Food 911 guy is still hot, ‘cept last I saw him he was cooking with that blond nimwit- I hope that was an act; she can’t possibly be that stoopid) I cancelled the service and congratulated myself on that most brilliant move. I brag because I am not some couch potato allowing my brain to rot while mindlessly looking into a 27” box. Yes, many moons ago- before I knew any better- I used to watch too much Latin music videos in the hopes of finding out how these girls keep the few pieces of clothing they choose to wear on after dancing the way they do, and yes, I used to watch Law & Order and NYPD Blue reruns- but at least I wasn’t one of those suckers who watched all the mindlessly stupid “Reality Shows.” My choice of shows was constructive; they made you think and provided useful information that might come in handy sometime in the near future. You never know, I may need to be my own legal counsel at some point. And if ever I’m confronted by cops threatening to do me bodily harm if I don’t confess my guilt I’ll tell them I know they’re full of shit. I know how they operate, I know their tactics- they got nothing on me.
How do people get hooked on “Reality Shows” anyhow? It’s so…… DUMB. Yet here I sit adding to the piles of reality seeking fools out there. Not only do I read blogs -detailing, leaking, showing other people’s “reality-” on a regular basis, I also type my own reality and put it out there for all to see (again, all 5 of you). And it occurred to me that blogs are the world wide web’s equivalent of "Reality Shows" on television. Perhaps I’m not as brilliant as I thought I was. Wait! Scratch that, I am brilliant damn it, you can tell, right?
Let’s get back to the funniness about this whole entire blogging thing though. You already know I think I’m better than some people right? Ok, good. I often brag about the fact that I don’t waste my time watching television, on account of my being better and all. Ever since I decided that paying for satellite service that’s nonfunctional 50% of the time and realized I had watched every HGTV decorating show along with every Food Network cooking show (though the Food 911 guy is still hot, ‘cept last I saw him he was cooking with that blond nimwit- I hope that was an act; she can’t possibly be that stoopid) I cancelled the service and congratulated myself on that most brilliant move. I brag because I am not some couch potato allowing my brain to rot while mindlessly looking into a 27” box. Yes, many moons ago- before I knew any better- I used to watch too much Latin music videos in the hopes of finding out how these girls keep the few pieces of clothing they choose to wear on after dancing the way they do, and yes, I used to watch Law & Order and NYPD Blue reruns- but at least I wasn’t one of those suckers who watched all the mindlessly stupid “Reality Shows.” My choice of shows was constructive; they made you think and provided useful information that might come in handy sometime in the near future. You never know, I may need to be my own legal counsel at some point. And if ever I’m confronted by cops threatening to do me bodily harm if I don’t confess my guilt I’ll tell them I know they’re full of shit. I know how they operate, I know their tactics- they got nothing on me.
How do people get hooked on “Reality Shows” anyhow? It’s so…… DUMB. Yet here I sit adding to the piles of reality seeking fools out there. Not only do I read blogs -detailing, leaking, showing other people’s “reality-” on a regular basis, I also type my own reality and put it out there for all to see (again, all 5 of you). And it occurred to me that blogs are the world wide web’s equivalent of "Reality Shows" on television. Perhaps I’m not as brilliant as I thought I was. Wait! Scratch that, I am brilliant damn it, you can tell, right?
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