Oh The Happs, you are my worst enemy! But I also
love you dearly.
So we were late this week, big whoop. I donít want to point fingers,
but Jeff ruined everything. Seriously though, the guy works pretty hard,
so give him a break. Sometimes heís too exhausted to make the magic.
Sometimes he just sits in a corner and cries. Itís very emotional for
both of us.
Itís a weird feeling, the one this little ďendeavorĒ of ours
conjures up. When I said that KC Green hit the nail on the head with
last weekís Horribleville, I wasnít kidding. It feels as if weíre
trying to accomplish something, we just donít know what, and weíll
never know if weíve accomplished it or not. Thereís a lot of
pressure that comes from everywhere and nowhere in particular at the
What we need are specific goals, but how do we go about making those?
Should we set a certain level of site traffic as our goal? That
doesnít feel rewarding to me, because I donít know who is looking at
our site. There are a lot of idiots out there, and entertaining idiots
does nothing for me. I donít want to be Carlos Mencia or Larry The
Cable Guy. I want to entertain smart people, which is surprisingly hard
to do when youíre kind of an idiot.
But I will never break new ground. I donít want to be afraid to
offend, but I am. I donít want to be politically correct, but Iím
scared not to be. I donít want to settle for bullshit catchphrases and
wacky antics, but Iím too scared to try harder. I feel as if I am dumb America, and Iím too terrified to rise above it.