Final Blog Ever

I am sorry about the fact that this is my final blog, aznnoob you are officially my most loyal reader.  I love you man!  But I have to write about journalism and media instead of my usual jesus and hic ideas.  So here it goes.

The field of journalism has been changing dramatically since the invention of the internet.  It is no longer necessary to get work published, for blogs allow opinions to be viewed instantly by the world.  This deveopement is considered by many to be great because it allows a wide variety of opinions to be considered by the intellectuals of the world.  But since I’m so liberal I go against liberals, I feel that this holds people back in the development of writing and expressing ideas. 

To write with nobody looking over your work forces the work to be weak in many aspects.  Writing with only yourself in mind causes you to forget that the readers may not have as much knowledge in the subject matter and not understand your point.  It is important to have people read and tell where they need clearing up.  It is also important to have a supervisor who is looking at work constantly and giving helpful hints.

I hope you enjoyed my final blogs.  I will keep you close to my heart  aznnoob

I’m Peter the King. Yes there is swearing

I feel that my readers, the Hopkins Journalism class, does not understand that I enjoy writing some poetry from time to time. I think that I have to let you read my most perfect poem to date. It has also been set to music, but I feel that the words can stand on their own. It is a sarcastic, first person narrative about a metal, pagan, punk hippie. I don’t want the swears, but they allow the syllable count to stay close, even though they are not exactly the 6-9 count I was aiming for.

I’m Peter the King

Wake up, get out of bed

I need some gel for my heavy head.

Pissed off through out the day

You pagan haters are F@*!ing gay.

Such a rebel I’m a punk

If I was black I’d be crunk (yea!).

Montana’s my little whore

I ride her all the time like my skateboard!

I’m Peter the King

Head banging to the beat,

Kick open hell with my flaming feet.

I’m kin to Damian

A perfect mix of punk and bohemian.

My dick’s 6-6-6 feet long,

what can I say, I got a heavy shlong.

My jokes kick f!@#ing ass,

You don’t seem to get them cause you’re minds are cashed.

I’m Peter the King.

Evil streaming like piss

Sin spews from my lips

I’m so dark I caused a solar eclipse.

Best friends with the devil

Heavier than an Anvil

All happiness I see and meet I will kill.

I’m Peter the King.

My Perfect Date with Jesus

Hi, my name is Tony and I am addicted to Jesus. I tried to get over my man crush by writing one blog, but one blog about Jesus just isn’t enough. The pressure of having to write one blog for every Journalism class is beginning to force me to relapse. I need Salvation. I need Forgiveness. I need Jesus!

I think the only way practical way of overcoming the stress’s of life would be to go on a date with Jesus, you know, let it all out(ewwwww, not like that). So this is what I think the date would be like.

I would show up to Jesus’ house and knock on the door. I would stand there admiring the handy work done to the house, thinking that Jesus would have had a fine career if he had continued carpentry. I hear the door open and I am forced to close my eyes because the light is so bright. It turns out that it is God. He asks me how I have been doing, have I been going to church and following my commandments. I’ll tell him I haven’t and he’ll say, “Well, I forgive you anyways.” Jesus will come down at this time and God will crack some comments about how he needs a haircut, and Jesus will say, “Daaaaad, stop embarrassing me in front of my friends. You do it all the time.” Then God will respond with a joke like, “I can’t help it. It’s hard even for me to resist telling your friends that masturbation is a sin.”

We would then leave and go to a sushi restaurant, I know that Jesus likes his fish and I want the date to be about the both of us, not just me. I have a feeling that Jesus would appreciate it if every now and then someone would listen to how he feels. We would order our drinks of water, and I would be amazed when Jesus turns the water into wine, knowing that the prospects of the evening dramatically increased. As we eat we would talk about all the troubles in the world. It would not be an evening of solving problems, just an evening of support. We would end the evening having to call a taxi because after ten glasses of water neither of us would be in the right state to drive. After getting dropped off at Jesus’ house (way after curfew) we would part ways,finally feeling fulfilled.

But since this is not likely to happen, I guess I will have to live with this problem for the rest of my life.

My Man Crush

My last post was inappropriate and I apologize. I did not wish to insult the females, males, and minorities who live in the area. I thought, wrongly, that by using a profanity I would help destroy all of the credibility that the word holds. I feel that if everyone was open about the profanities they want to use, it would help cause the power of the word to be lost. Changing the meaning it holds, like the words dumb, bastard, retarded, and the N-word, which is currently going from meaning black to man or friend thanks to rappers using the word freely. But since it seems that everyone does not hold this opinion, I sincerely apologize. I hope the world will forgive me.

Back to Bloggin’

I have been thinking about the future, and in doing this I had to confront a problem with my sexuality. Is it wrong to have feelings toward one man but not be attracted to all men? Am I allowed to express this love to all I encounter? And finally, How am I supposed to tell this man I love him?

These are some of the questions that come into my mind when I think about my man crush: Jesus Christ. He has come into my life and filled my mind with a weird sexual mystery that keeps me wanting more, more, More, MOre, MORE! My crush has caused me to rethink all I knew about Jesus. For one, I now have a disturbing idea that the cross is a phallic symbol. Is the picture of Jesus on the cross representing a man proud of the phallic symbol, or is it showing all the pain that will happen when one is forced on a cross. I also dream of the last supper, having Jesus offering me his body would be a most delectable treat. I wouldn’t even need to drink the wine to accept his offer.

All of these mad fascinations with Jesus are in no way saying that Jesus is gay, and, more importantly, in no way saying that I love the Catholic religion. I may love Jesus, but I feel that his beauty has been ruined by the flamboyant banter of the Catholic’s. Having many men dedicate themselves to one man, without ever having another, must put Jesus in an uncomfortable position. How does he divide the love that they all feel for him equally among his followers?

It’s obvious that even if I spent my entire life dedicated to my main man who, Jesus Christ, that I would never be able to have him love me as I love him. So even though Jesus is my man crush, I must cover up my sorrow by drowning myself in the disgusting world of woemen (old puritan spelling).

Hello world!

My original name for this blog was going to be Chicks, Dicks, Hicks, and Spics, but i realized that the only reason I’m writing this blog is for a class at school.