51 posts tagged “phoning it in”
A couple of days ago, we glanced over to the left there and noticed that we're on pace for 2009 to be our most prolific year as a blogger. That surprised the hell out of us. It had seemed to us that the month that just ended was a microcosm of our output this year as a whole. But about the same time we decided we were being a little too self-critical, we remembered that late January and early February saw a flurry of "posts" from Tampa which inflate the overall number. All told, we have literally phoned in nearly forty posts so far this year, and all but a handful of them are just a photo with no explanation. There's no denying it - 2009 has been the laziest year in the short history of hotrod.vox.com.
So in an effort to rectify this, for the entire month of November we're going to focus on quality over quantity. We won't be posting any photos or videos. We're going to rely solely on our words. (Frankly, this strikes us as a more appropriate way of commemorating National Blog Posting Month than posting daily, for what it's worth.) And no, we don't have any idea of how this is going to play out. We hope that we might find something to say in the next four weeks (besides this introductory post) that doesn't require a visual crutch. Lord knows, we've still got stories to tell. Maybe we'll even get to the tale of how we got our nickname....
My heart wasn't in it - not for one single minute. But even though I slacked through most of the month, I'm not about to shirk on the obligatory encore. Rocktober doesn't end until the Old 97's take the stage. Which means that today - finally - our long national nightmare is over.
And so another Rocktober limps to a sad close. Sure, we were mostly disinterested this time around, but it could have been worse. Way worse. We didn't post any shitty songs and our posts didn't require an interpreter to make sense of them. It's comforting to know that no matter how badly we phone it in, Cappy will be there setting the bar low enough that our apathy doesn't matter. So until next year.... Or whatever.
I promised myself I wasn't going to phone it in tonight. But I only just now got home from work. I had a mostly shitty day. I'm way behind on a drawing I promised Daby and CarrieNation. And my favorite baseball team - the New York Yankees - are playing game one of the World Series. So here we are.
Chuck Klosterman calls this song "the emo 'Rock Around the Clock.'" Is he right? I don't know. Nobody knows. What's the point of debating, anyway? Who cares?
I have busy morning and special announcement to post later this evening, so I'm gonna keep this short and sweet. Here's a crappy song I enjoy.
Last week, I tried an experiment in positive thinking. Rather than be my normal, realistic self, I thought positive thoughts every single day. And I posted them on Facebook. As you might expect, I got a lot of bewildered comments. But you know, the important thing is that I didn't feel any differently. At all. Positive thinking is a load of horseshit.
This is shaping up to be a pretty crappy Rocktober. We mean, sure the songs all rock and all, but the commentary has left a little something to be desired. We'd say it's the "Worst. Rocktober. Ever." if only Cap'n Crunch hadn't set the bar so goddamn low. Anyway, welcome to the third straight day of us phoning it in. It usually takes another week to get to this point. Look at us, overachieving!
We've done a one-eighty around here on the fan-made videos. We can't recall for the life of us what our problem with them used to be. Probably the shoddy quality, we guess. Every so often, though, we stumble across one that is "produced" and gloriously inspires us to wonder audibly "... the Hell?" This is one of those videos. Anyone who can provide a plausible explanation for what the fuck this is supposed to be can ghost-write an upcoming Rocktober post. Seriously.
