Apparently my writing for this site is not that good
Jul/101
Someone linked me to this site called “I Write Like” which analyzes your writing and tells you who you write like. I took a couple of posts from Miller Park Drunk and plugged them in there and it said that I wrote like J.D. Salinger. That’s acceptable. He only writes about adolescents, I write like a 13 year old on that site. Makes sense. I think he’s pretty good, I’ll take it.
Then I took a post from here and it said that I wrote like… I don’t even want to admit this really. It was the last post I did on here, the one about being friends and moving and all of that. I put that post in there and it said that I wrote like Stephenie Meyer. The same Stephenie Meyer who wrote the Twilight series. Seriously.
This couldn’t be right, I thought. Something is clearly wrong here. So I took the next oldest post that I wrote and it said that I wrote like… Dan Brown of The Da Vinci Code.
Maybe it’s time that I step it up a notch with these blog posts.
(Or that site is complete garbage.)
We become such worse friends as we get older
Jun/100
I cleaned my room today. I don’t really like cleaning my room. Now don’t get me wrong I love having a clean room. Having a clean room is something that is important to me. It’s just that whenever I clean my room I inevitably find something that reminds me of someone, some place, some thing that I didn’t really want to think about. Today is no exception. Today, I found this picture:
This photo reminds me of a lot of things. It reminds me of the time I thought it was a good idea to shave a line in my left eyebrow because I thought it looked cool (like Spike). It reminds me of Muska, my crazy ass dog with a mole on his nose that we named after skater Chad Muska during my brief “I think I want to start skateboarding” phase. Was he tied up in the backyard here? Was he in the house getting into something, chewing up something? Was he doing that crazy howl he used to do that drove the old neighbors crazy? Maybe he was playing in the yard with Shannon, my big (like 250 pounds) black friend from Philadelphia who defied stereotypes by spending way too much time playing video games. Was he at the house? Was he on his way over? It was probably a Saturday. We’re probably grilling out. Our neighbors seemed cool. It reminds me of Tacoma and this house we lived in. There was so much fun we had there, but when I look at this picture mostly it just reminds me of the photographer and the guy cutting my hair.
Katy, my girlfriend from high school, the first person I ever loved who quit school because she didn’t want to lose me and came to live in Alabama and then went back to school because I came with her. I liked her a lot. She was the perfect person for me at that point in my life. I really screwed up that relationship.
Then there’s John, her best friend from college who became my best friend when I moved there. He was probably one of the nicest guys I’ve ever known in my life. He was so easy going and always willing to help a friend. We had a lot of fun and we were friends from the first day I arrived. He was a really great guy. It’s really no wonder she started dating him after me. I would have done the same thing.
So much for that
May/100
In my last post I wrote about my blogging “career” and how that wasn’t really what I wanted to do for a job. I wrote it and I meant it, but then I thought about it some more and I realized how stupid I sounded. Basically what I was saying was “I am good at this, but I don’t want to make money doing it because it’s not my career goal.” And I am good at it too. I’ve completely self-marketed the website and so far this month I have around 10,000 unique visitors. That’s pretty good and for me not to want to monetize that is pretty stupid, even for me. So I decided to take the jump and join a blog network.
So as of… now I guess, Miller Park Drunk is a member of the Yardbarker Network. They will handle all of my advertising, leave me alone to do my own thing and when I write something good that hits on a popular topic it could be carried on the front page of MSN or FoxSports. So, yeah, pretty sweet deal. If I want to have a hit article that’s featured on the main page of one of those sites I might have to change my ways a little bit, maybe stop making so many rape jokes, but that’s okay and I think it will be worth it in the long run. It’s always better to be funny without that stuff (so they say) so why not give it a try?
If it doesn’t work out, no big deal. If it does, let’s see what else we can do. I’ve been thinking about starting a Milwaukee Bucks blog for next season, I could do that too. Maybe a Seahawks blog as well? How about a wrestling blog? Actually, no on that one because I’d have to start watching it again to do that. (Yes, I am already over that phase.) Maybe I should take Phil Ivey Rules, start updating it again and add it to the network. Anything is possible, really. I am good at this and I should embrace it. So that’s what I am going to start doing.
An interesting time at the ballpark
May/100
Last Sunday I worked during the day and came home. Like I often do when I get home I checked my email, checked facebook and checked out my Miller Park Drunk twitter account. I saw that one of my friends on twitter, wezen-ball a real clever baseball blog, had an extra ticket to Sunday’s Brewers game, but had no one to go with. Now, I’d never met him before, but I thought we had a decent rapport from our online interactions (and his girlfriend is one of MPD’s biggest fans) and I figured it’d be a good experience so I asked him if he wanted me to come with. Three hours later I was meeting him outside of Miller Park and we were on our way to our seats for the Milwaukee Brewers vs Philadelphia Phillies game.
I have to say that I had a really good time. He was really intelligent and I was able to talk to him about certain baseball related topics that I wouldn’t be able to talk about with most of my friends. (This isn’t meant as a dis on my friends, of course, but there are some things that only guys who are big enough nerds to blog about baseball for fun would understand.) We also did a fair share of talking about blogging and what it’s like, and what you get out of it. During the game he checked his twitter account and came to find out that one of the contributors from Yahoo’s Big League Stew (my favorite baseball blog), Answer Dave, was at the game and because of wezen-ball’s popularity he wanted to leave the press box to come and sit with us. And he did.