Monday, April 16, 2007

Call me D-Dawg.

More than a month since I've posted an entry... I'm still not sure if I'm going to stick with this blog thing, and based on the number of recent posts I've made, I'm guessing I won't. We'll see.

The comment to my last post made me laugh. The comment points out that I should bend over backwards to make my wife happy after she essentially creates a problem in her mind. I'm not the one with the perception problem, so why would I kiss ass to make it go away? I know, that's how women expect it and men take the path of least resistance and do it, but I think it's silly. I haven't heard anything else about it so either it's over or she's quietly stewing over it and will blow up at some point in the future. My experience tells me that it's the former. Of course I've been wrong before.

Last night I was out with some friends and was introduced to someone who went by the name of "poom-jeezy." That was the straw that broke the camel's back for me and I wasn't able to avoid laughing at it. He didn't think it was funny at all, and was apparently completely serious about this being his name. I'd guess him to have been in his late twenties.

Here's a tip: If your "name" contains dawg, dog, jeezy, G or any of this silly shit, you're not anywhere near as cool as you think you are. Trust me on that one.

I can at least understand how a teenager might think this was cool, but I've met more than a few grown adults (35+) who still go by something-dawg. Funny stuff there.