The Losers: Megan McCain

So it's taken me a long time to come up with what I want to blog. John was kind enough to invite me on and I feel bad for taking my sweet ass time to come up with something. Honestly, as I write this, I still have no idea what I'm gonna post. I'm hoping if I keep typing I'll come up with something...hmmm...almost...i can feel it brewing...maybe that's the taco bell...did I leave the oven on....

GOT IT!

Nope.

WAIT! GOT IT NOW!

Since we already have people covering movies, music, and comics, I'm just gonna tackle the obscure and random. Stuff that doesn't fit anywhere else. The Losers of internet pop culture. So let's begin, shall we?

Tonight I begin with Twitter. I tweet a lot. Well, used to anyway. Work and other things have hindered my tweet time, so now my tweets are far and few. So tonight I got a chance to crack my knuckles, sit back, and crank out a few pointless tweets (find them at twitter.com/marvelfanx). Anywho, Twitter has this fun little side bar that shows you people you may know or verified accounts. Verified means better than you and me. Tonight one of the verified accounts that showed up in my sidebar was for McCainBlogette, completely verified. Now normaly I wouldn't give an account like this the time of day but the small square profile picture that accompanied it showed a rather attractive blond. "Well that sure as hell's not John McCain" I thought to myself. I clicked and found that apparently Mr. McCain has a younger daughter, Megan McCain, and boy is she hot. It makes you wonder sometimes how people who look like him produce offspring that look like her. I digress. So I started to read through her tweets and found myself bored to tears. No suprise there. I'm not political in any sence of the word. I did see a link to her blog though, and since I made it this far, and I'm a glutton for punishment, I clicked it. Apparently this chick wrote a book called "Dirty Sexy Politics". The cover photo is her sitting on an elephant trunk. I'm saying this now, if I saw this in a book store, I would pick it up in a heartbeat. I wouldn't even read the jacket. I would just buy it because, lets face it, sex sells. Beyond that though, I did read a description for the book. I guess she's some sort of role model who speaks her mind, not unlike Hannah Montanna. The book claims to be witty, candid, and boisterous. Apparently she tells stories about stealing campaign signs, going clubbing, and having strange encounters with the Bush twins. I will never read this book. It seems to me like someone decided the idiot child of some idiot would make a good selling point and let her write a book. I firmly believe that the only people who write books should be people with compelling stories to tell. Personally, I believe that if you try and write and your book is the same calibur as that train wreck Snookie put out, you should be dragged into an alley and have your hands chopped off so you can never put word to paper again. Chances are I will skim this book the next time I go to Borders but until then I think the whole point of this rant is, just because you can do something doesn't mean you should.

So that's that. I guess I'll just find random crap from the interweb and rave it or ream it on this here blog space. If I can find time.

Steve-O
Signing off