*facepalm*

Some people need to stop pretending that they know anything about anything.

No, you don't know hockey. Miroslav Satan has been terrible this year, not because he "didn't get a chance" (you know, except the bit where he PLAYED ON CROSBY'S WING FOR THREE MONTHS) but because he was a horrible acquisition, a pathetic substitute for Marian Hossa. The Pens' problem this year was not that Matt Cooke didn't punch enough people, it was that our goaltending was inconsistent, Malkin had to carry the team some nights as far as scoring...well, they had a lot of problems, but you have failed to diagnose any of them correctly.

No, you don't know politics. I'm not going to pretend that I know them that well either, because I don't, but I know what makes sense, and I know that the government is not TRYING TO MAKE US A SOCIALIST STATE OMG IMPEACH OBAMA NOW BEFORE HE MAKES ME PUT UP A COMMUNIST FLAG IN MY HOUSE. God save us all. I also know that electing a racist, perpetually enraged talk show host to a government position would not be a good answer to anybody's problems. *facepalm*

I hate when people force me to talk politics. I am damn sick of politics, to tell you the truth, and all I wanted tonight was to watch a few episodes of Arrested Development. But alas, here I am, an hour after I said I'd put in the DVD, being ganged up on by a couple of goofballs who honestly think Rush Limbaugh makes sense.

because I'm a sheep

yeah, because the main thing I need in life is ANOTHER JOURNAL. I already have an old-school paper journal, a Livejournal, and assorted ramblings that get saved all over the place or written down all over my room...but, alas, now I has a blog as well. what I'll be writing about remains to be seen. Maybe creative rambling-type things with inconsistent capitalization? Maybe the Penguins? Who knows.

Anyway. The title of the blog is taken from a song from Rent, because despite not being a Broadway-type person, I adore Rent, and if I were any fictional character in the world it's pretty much indisputable that I would be Mark Cohen. Gender is irrelevant.

It's going to be an interesting experiment to see how long I can write in this blog without anybody knowing it exists. Ready, set, go.