Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Your Blog Is Giving Me Shingles. Itchy, Sexy Ones.

A review from Rassles. Once more. With feeling.

Dartboard? Okay. Come on, Rass. You can do this.


Also, apparently I am a sado-masochist.

I am fucking irked to the point of shingles. But then, I'm coyly flirting with my computer screen, oggling these sophomoric sketches (which lead into each blog entry with the finesse of a hobbled Tibetan ox), blushing, casting sidelong glances. I'm doing that thing that I do that pisses me off, where I arch my back and half-smile and pull my shirtsleeves over my knuckles. I must be getting my fucking period.

He’s like the friend you don’t want to introduce to people. You’ll hang out with him, sure, and when you share stories about his verbal rampages you call him “this guy I know" but never "a friend of mine." Because you will tell stories about him, because he's entertaining as hell. Just annoyingly so.

Then one day you and a real friend run into him at a bar. You exchange unpleasantries and separate thoroughly agitated. Your friend innocently asks, "how do you know that guy?" and you arch your back, half smile, roll your eyes, shake your head with annoyance and state, "He’s just this guy" or "we were in a band together."

Why don't you want to admit your friendship? Well, he rants about marketing shit and customer service reviews that you really don’t care about. And then he rants about marketing shit and customer service reviews that you don’t really care about. And then? He rants about marketing shit and customer service reviews that you don’t really care about. Has he ever worked customer service, or is he just a dick?

Tonally, he traverses between unnecessary arrogance and berating himself with the proper dash of pomposity. He needs to work on comedic meter, but really, I mean, who doesn’t?

He claims to have destructive apathy, which I would be more inclined to believe were he a careless loafer laced with a thin string of nihilism, but he’s more mean-tempered than that. More callous. And also, more sensitive, which makes the whole situation soooooo much more irritating.

See, you don't want to admit it, but you want to shamefuck him. Like Shia LaBeouf shamefuckin. I can’t believe I’m typing this right now. But you know what I mean: an annoying shit of a dude that is irritating and unattractive and charming and you’re embarrassed because you want to shamefuck him really, really hard.

Back at the bar, after silently imagining (for about half an hour) exactly how that shamefuck will unfold, you explain to your friend that you can’t focus on your conversation because that guy from earlier? You want to shamefuck him. And he laughs and tells you that he feels that way about his friend's mom. And then you buy him a shot and make him swear to secrecy with pinkies and blood, but you still don't tell him about Shia LaBeouf. That one goes to the fucking grave.


Dartboard, you're still annoying. Go fuck yourself. I don't want to give you any stars, but I’m going to, because you're funny enough and good enough of a writer. But seriously, go fuck yourself.

How about this: I want you to go fuck yourself, and then I want you to call me and tell me exactly what you were thinking about while fucking yourself. Okay? Fine.

Son of a bitch.


  1. Those cartoons are kind of mesmerizing aren't they.

  2. I think he's fabulous, in a shameful kind of way.

  3. WOW, Rass. I don't think I've ever heard you say you want to fuck someone. Even if it's shamefucking.

    I'd ask if you were drunk while writing this, but it's too well written to be drunken blatherings.

  4. Like I said earlier, this is one of the few new blogs that I've come across that I read all the way through. But then, I really like posts complaining about crappy customer service for some reason. Shamefucking three way!

  5. Chamuca, I promised myself I would never talk about sex on my blog. Some things are mine.

  6. This was the most confusing review I've ever done.

  7. The only thing I didn't like about this was the following statement on his "About" page:

    "All of you assholes are going to buy a book from me someday."

    No. No I won't. Not unless you get a job at my local Barnes and Noble or Borders, you arrogant prick.

    Other than that, I was thoroughly entertained by what I read. Which pissed me off. Because, well, if he could keep this up for an entire book, I might just want to read a book's worth of it.

    But on principle I'd have to steal it.

  8. This was the most sexual thing I've ever heard from Rassles.

    Thank you for a thoroughly entertaining review.

    And I've never heard of shamefucking someone. But I'm sure I can easily incorporate that word into my daily vocabulary.

  9. I never knew ambivalence could be so exciting.

  10. He reminds me of this guy I know. This guy. That I know. We were in a band together. I fucking swear, if Dartboard were five years older, I would think this know, the one that I know...I would think he started a blog.

  11. I laughed out loud about the 'we were in a band together' part.

  12. I love Blues' comment about the excitement of ambivalence. I feel that way too. I hope no one ever wants to shamefuck me. I'd be far too proud. This year anyway.

  13. I'm pretty sure I've been shamefucked before. But, hey, a fuck's a fuck.

    Even if you're by yourself.

  14. GORAX 4 LIFE2/12/2010 12:55 AM

    Fuck off Dartboard is the Shit!! You're using the same tactic Destructive Apathy is but you're using it against him... That's hillarious!!

    Fuck this, and Fuck that, and fuck fuck fuck..! hahahahaha idiot!

    Destructive Apathy for life!!

  15. and you're not funny

    he is

  16. I appologize... i understand what you were doing now...

    but atleast give him 3 and a half

  17. Yeah, Gorax. I fucking like the guy. Who's the idiot now?

    Also, "using his tactic against him?" You think Dartboard is the first sarcastic and opinionated blogger, like, ever? There are bajillions.

  18. I personally prefer hate-fucking to shame-fucking.

  19. I was drunk when i posted that haha... my bad

  20. I swear to god the Gorax guy isn't one of my friends or someone I paid off.

    Good luck with those shingles Rassles. I hear warm oatmeal baths are the most "shamefully" erotic way to make those red bumps go away.


Grow a pair.