Showing posts with label shamelessness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shamelessness. Show all posts

Monday, April 25, 2011

A Revitalization

Here begins the newest, most amazing musing from The Loudest Fan. Bow appropriately:

Many, many, many insincere apologies, my friends. The 1970s-era wireless router in my apartment has been dead for the better part of the past 3 weeks, effectively limiting my access to the interwebs to only my phone. Sure, I could've gone to coffee shops or the like to keep this up, but we all know I don't do any internetting between 7 AM and 10 PM, so I didn't. And I refuse to post from my phone. I deserve better than that.

So you'd expect that with so much time to myself away from this awesometastic page that I'd develop a post to trump all posts. To that expectation I say, "Ha!" followed by a resounding, "No!" I prefer to defy expectations in all forms. .sdrawkcab nettirw si ecnetnes siht oS

Am I excusing laziness with claims of originality and unexpectedness? That's for me to know and for you to SHUT THE HELL UP.

To get to the point: I still need $$$. My pipe dream of a podcast is a ways off so long as potential employers continue to fail to see how overqualified I am for just about every job ever.

My resumé.

So, continue to support me here. Don't resist your urge to view this divine pinnacle of all that is good in the world over and over again, day after excited day. If you feel so inclined, don't hesitate to check out the generous folks who advertise on this pure-glory-in-written-form of a page. That is, unless they are certifiable scum.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

This is me... GETTING REAL

Here begins the newest, most amazing musing from The Loudest Fan. Bow appropriately:

That's it. I'm selling out.

Yes, I am going to try monetizing this mother. I am starving. Deal with it. With that, I now have an incentive to keep this thing running, SO I WILL KEEP THIS BIOTCH RUNNING. At least, I think I will. Who knows? Anywho, I will certainly be more proactive in promoting, splitting whichever infinitives I feel like splitting along the way. So make room for the new folks, my two or three current followers.

In addition to pledging to make this pile more worthwhile and more frequently-updated, I'll give you a juicy update to compensate for all my whoring:

I am making a podcast. It won't happen until this poor punk has the means to do so, but it will happen. More on that later, when that time comes closer. I will say it has little to do with this space, though (not the same persona, etc), so there's that.

Goodbye for now, and hello newbie(s).