siknerd.com - Home of the World Famous iRANT

Hello loyal reader (no s). I'm finally ready to announce the launch of my website. After months of driving myself nuts writing line after line of code (I swear, it woulda been easier to just learn Dreamweaver), my website is finally ready to be unleash to you, the general public. For anyone who is interested, the URL is (yes, you guessed it) www.siknerd.com.

To be honest, it's not much more than this lame MySpace page. The only difference is I've got a bunch of games on (calling all Pac-Man fans). Another perk is a simplified iRANT directory (it's a friggin' pain in the arse to view old blogs on MySpace). I hope to also add anything anyone might find interesting (pending my approval and assurances I won't get sued). All I'm asking is that you check it out and lemme know what you think.

For the time being, I'm going to continue posting the iRANT here and on siknerd.com, but eventually I will only post it on my site. I don't mind readers, but a link to an iRANT I wrote on another site (I'm not sure what MySpace is doing, but I don't like being pimped out). Plus, I've got my own ads that'll somehow make my site self-sufficient (although I doubt it).

Anywhos, take a peak. Enough with the self promoting: let's talk about Thanksgiving.

I was watching a parade today on TV (I'm still a guy: the football game had a commercial). Man, I hate parades. I've always hated parades--even as a little kid. I think I might've been excited to see a Thanksgiving parade in 1983 'cause my mom promised I'd see Woody Woodpecker. When I finally saw the balloon of this famous bird, I remember thinking, that's it? I've sat through this boring-ass parade to see that (I might not of said "boring-ass" because I was a wee child and didn't use the ass word yet--but I said something to that extent).

As I watched a band march in today's televised parade, I started thinking about how truly lame parades are. Look at it literally--whether in person or on TV--watching a parade is nothing but watching a bunch of people walk. That's right--a parade is nothing but people walking. Sure, there are the selected few who get to ride around in cars (Santa Claus and celebrities) and others who get to ride a float, but a parade is nothing more than watching people walk from Point A to Point B. It's transportation for cripes' sake! I'm not driving to work every morning: I'm part of a parade that no one watches (I wonder if that would work if I got pulled over for speeding. Probably not: parade participants move slow. Get a bunch of senior citizens driving their car to the Piggly Wiggly--now that's a parade).

I'm curious to know who watches parades. Every year in SoCal all the local stations make a big deal about televising the Rose Parade. Hell, one station airs it repeatedly for 24 hours. The stations all compete, trying to provide "you with the best parade coverage you'll find anywhere." Why? What's the big deal? As far as I can tell, locals couldn't give a squirrel's nut about the Rose Parade. I don't know anyone who watches the parade; I never heard of anyone watching the parade--I don't know anyone who has heard of anyone watching the parade.

But what do I know? I'll preface this with the same thing I say in every iRANT: I'm an idiot. Or maybe I'm just smarter than everyone else because I'm not amusing by the pretty colors of flowers or watching people walk. I'll tell you what I do know: I don't get it.

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