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My 43-year-old brother has a blog now.

When he was 15, he was quick, witty, and downright hilarious at times.  Now, he's a cynical, redneck hypocrite with a mind full of hate for how the tree-hugging world has repeatedly wronged him.  Basically he's complainy—to the point that the only good he has to say about anything is about the last pickerel he caught.  He is not one of those people who energize me.  That said, I still enjoy him in small doses.  We have intriguing conversations about science and god and psychology and perception.  We also talk about poo quite often, and Little Lulu, and poutine.   (So don't be thinking for a minute that we're intellectual snobs).

Did I say small doses?  Once a month doses?  I did?  Good.

The problem now is—this blog of his.  It's like he's in my face with his negativity on a daily basis.  I'm confused.  For years, I've been trying to understand what makes him tick.  Why does he resent anyone who doesn't abide to his code?  Why the big chip?  What makes him leave the soap in the bottom of the sink?  (!?!)  I'm confused, but mostly I'm sad.  And I'm sad too because now his blogging friends do nothing but support and encourage his jaded outlook.

Duh, I know, I don't have to read his posts.

But there's more to it than lifting my finger from the mouse.  This is family.  This is like watching a train wreck when you know someone on the train.  Deep down, when I put my God hat on, I see him undoing everything good that I'm trying to bring to this world, and I want him to change.  Deep down, also, I care about him.  But I've resigned myself to expect nothing different.  In other words, I'm giving up on him.  And that doesn't feel so good.

Why do you blog?
Submitted by littleduckling.

It would seem I don't, really.

What are your first thoughts upon waking?
Submitted by Cher Cabula.

How am I going to pee through this?

If you knew you were about to lose your voice permanently, what is the last thing you would want to say?
Submitted by exer.

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" backwards.  I've been practicing, and I think I've got it right.

UPDATE:  Ms. Elanious, your wish is my command:

Suoicodilaipxecitsiligarfilacrepus

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If you had to write your autobiography in 6 words, what would you write?
Submitted by mitzie.

I never liked to follow dumb rules.

How many houses have you lived in? How is where you live now different from where you grew up?

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How would you like to be remembered?
Submitted by Paulha66.

I would like to be remembered for my sex tape with Katherine Heigl.  But only if I looked good in it.

Show us something you can't resist.

thebiggestwasteoftimeever

Show us what Memorial Day means to you.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ha!  Get it?!

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How are you spending this Memorial Day? How will it differ from Memorial Days past?

Same thing every year:  I am working.  It's not even funny anymore, you dumb fuck.