Wednesday, April 11, 2007

A Sign This Blogging Thing is Not Working

Had a conversation at work today about gamers telling random strangers about details that happened in their games. I contributed a story about my encounter with a Werewolf: The Apocalypse player at a comic book store, which made another technician, McElroy, scratch his chin awkwardly.

"Uhh.. To be fair, whenever someone mentions superheroes or comics, they get a 20 minute rant from you."

The little rat had a point, but I wasn't about to let it stick.

"Well, here's the thing," I argued, "You all know me. You know mentioning Superman or Wonder Woman will get a three hour explanation of what's pissing me off this month in the world of comics. I'm actually surprised you haven't sent the unsuspecting new guys into that trap."

"Oh yeah," he answers, "that's why I brought up Captain America that one day. I've been trying to get the new guys to do it, but no one will take the bait."

It all reminded me of Spanish class, when we tried to get the teacher to talk about sociology to distract from the actual learning. (It was amazing how often her tangents tied back to Nazis.) We were remarkably successful, as evidenced by my utter lack of any Spanish language skills.

This blog, however, has been a failure. At least in one of its original objectives, which was to give me a place to rant and rave about comics without driving my co-workers completely insane. I now rant and rave here and at work (and on dates), and my coworkers are driven quite up the wall. (And if I'm not talking comics, I'm talking religion or politics and nobody wants to discuss those here, at work, or on a date.)

In my defense, there's really no time to blog at work and things can't always wait until I get home. Especially when the Wonder Woman writer pisses me off.


  1. The world is going to hell in a handbasket, when you can't even work up a decent lather about comics. And the guys at work won't even throw you a bone, by sending over the new guy?


  2. I believe my best friend and her class did the same thing to her French teacher with Star Wars.

    I had the same teacher in English, and she let the whole class get a period off because one of the guys in her other English class had some project that involved showing The Empire Strikes Back, and we could go watch that or do homework.

    I was shocked, shocked I tell you, that there were people who opted for the homework alternative.


  3. I can sympathize. One of the reasons I started blogging was to reduce the amount of time I spent driving my wife insane talking about role-playing games. Now I make her crazy talking about games AND blogging.

  4. I'm the kind of guy that other folks like to piss off because they like to hear and ocassionally laugh at my rants. I don't mind it, especially when I really play it up. It's actually fun and quite liberating.
    I say keep it up.

  5. the sad truth of the matter is that the more you rant and rave in one forum, the more it stirs your mind to rant and rave in another,

    Its kinda like squirting lighter fluid on a lit fire, you get a big neato fireball, but it doesn't kill the smoldering coals.

  6. To be honest, it wasn't really that hard to get our Spanish teacher talking about something else. I mean, you could tangent her with anything and end up not learning any Spanish that day.

    I guess you guys just wanted the extra Nazi points.

  7. Oh, yes, that's like my class and our biology teacher. If we didn't make her talk about her jewelry, or her sons, she would talk about her cats. Oh, boy.

    This year, my Latin class tries to distract our Latin teacher with gossip. Mwaha. We spent fifteen minutes today talking about colleges.

    That reminds me... I need to do my homework. <_< (Ah, senioritis!)