Feb 03 2009
Say what?
“This is me, going for that ‘Slim Shady becomes homeless’ look coveted by so many of my peers.”
Greetings, dear reader! I assume since you’ve wandered over here you’re A) curious about the reasons and mechanisms behind this site and its dear author or B) You’re bored at work and trying to kill time (most comapnies do have systems for tracking that king of lag, mind you). Well, come on in and rest your weary head, and let me tell you a little story.
Who am I? I’m many things and nothing at once. For now, you can call me The Angry Cynic. Although I go by many aliases, including: Jebediah Jones, Ol’ Man Featherstone, and last but not least, Sweet Sugar Johnson. I’m a 20 year old third-year student at college, living within the border of the great (or not-so-great, depending on your view) city of New Orleans.
In case you can’t tell, I’m majoring in English, though I have no idea why. I aspire to be a great writer in the vein of Kurt Vonnegnut or Geoffery Chaucer, but if that doesn’t happen, I’ll settle for being the next Dave Barry. Hey, we can all dream, can’t we?
And what exactly is the point of this blog, pray tell you? Well, I have bestowed upon it the title of Cantankerous Chicanery. I believe it represents the dual aspects of my personality: I find merriment in the more mercurial aspects of life. Consider this a sacred sanctuary for pugnacious and persistent pessimism, bombastic belligerence, verbose venom, tempermental tomfoolery, and other such absurd and asinine alliteration.
Within these hollowed pages of text and HTML I shall discuss whatever strikes my fancy at the moment; whether it be pop culture, what’s happenin’ in the news, or just the simple aggrevations of everyday life. I also cover politics and professional wrestling, so stay tned if you ever wanted to see Ted Stevens and The Miz mentioned in the same post. Fear not, for no pomposity is spared here.
No matter what, I promise to provide a critical analysis of things and go right for the jugular where it’s deserved. All served with that sense of righteous ire that you’ve grow accustomed to, of course.
Consider me a modern day equivalent to Voltaire, without the goofy wig or foppish clothes.
You can also read me at http://www.examiner.com/x-26614-New-Orleans-Celebrity-Headlines-Examiner where I’m the New Orleans Celebrity Headlines Examiner.
If you have any questions, comments, concerns, condolences, eulogies, hate mail, or just want to drop a line and let me know how terrible my writing is, e-mail me at collinbreaux@yahoo.com. And no, I don’t want to increase the size of my penis, so don’t bother asking.
