Weddings, fires, and goodwin

So I accidentally lit my hand on fire this weekend.

Makes you think I spent the weekend in an endless alcoholic daze, doesn't it? Well, as those who know me may know, I'm not scared of a beer or ten. But I actually was on good behavior this weekend. I kept a keg company for a little while, but managed not to do any keg stands. There was a sword fight involving lit tiki torches, but I was not a part of it. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I didn't even suffer from one hangover this weekend.

On to other things, one of which is a response to Goodwin, who writes here about blogs and why there stupid. (Irony intentional, I hope.)

As you can see, goody wonders why I would write a blog without writing about people that piss me off. Trust me, this will happen eventually. I just don't really give enough of a shit about most people to write about them. When my friends piss me off I think they generally know it almost immediately. If they don't, they're pretty unobservant. I will, however, not hesitate to mock my friends when they deserve it.

For example, Goody, in the first line of your blog you reference the single most annoying movie character of all time. Probably not a good way to start out. Also, Leave the thesaurus closed and on your desk. The headache those big words are causing you can't be worth it.

And finally, weddings. What is it that makes people feel people my age should be married? I know people, like Goody, who were married when they were 15. That's fine, he never wanted to make his own decisions in the first place. But why is it, everytime the gf and I go to a wedding, people ask us if we're next? Is there an easy answer to this question? Every time, we both say, strongly, "NO WAY IN HELL!" And then we have to stand there awkwardly while people reptend like they're not trying to figure out if we're having trouble in our relationship. Seriously, can't two happy, not ready to get married, normal people in their mid-twenties, just not get married right away? Marriage is forever! I've only been able to tie my own shoes for a few years, and you want me to make a commitment for 50 years from now! Doesn't seem like a good idea, does it.

Forecast for tonight:

50% Cleaning frenzy
50% nappy nap