About me

Ok, this was meant to be my profile description or About Me or what have you, but this site sucks too much to allow me to actually post it in those sections because it's too long. Unbelievable. Anyway:

I hate the internet and fucking loathe blogging. I hate lots of things, but some are easier to avoid than others, and the net and blogging are everywhere you go. I also hate myself for habitually using the internet, and now all the more for beginning a blog. And I hate you for reading a blog, and assume that if you're reading this one you probably read others. I hate you slightly less if you like this, but only slightly.

But I also have a wasted journalism degree, no money at the moment, and nothing but free time between now and when I go to China in a few months, so fuck it. Maybe one of you loathsome bastards will link up to me or some such - however this all works - and someone else will deem this gold and I can get rich and avoid having to deal with all this stuff that I so passionately hate. But probably not.

When I was in early high school, I wrote and printed a few volumes of what I called The Karl Bible, a handful of pages of vitriol about what I hated with some stuff I liked to make things seem balanced. It was, reflective of me at the time, rather small-minded, biggotted (kind of the same thing), arrogant, and hateful.

I generally think of myself now as a pretty different person than I was back then - there's not much of anything I don't accept now, and while I still love the pomposity of those books' creation (did I mention I sold them throughout my school for varying amounts of change?), I'm pretty far off from most everything about it. I now like rap, I approve of homosexuality, and don't even get me started on how my favorite bands list has changed.

And yet maybe I haven't changed as much as I always think. Because here I am, over ten years down the road, cranking out hateful rants about anything in spitting distance and pretending that people give a damn. This is apparently still my best idea. Only now I'm confident enough to not feel the need to balance things out with an angels side of things. So read about all my various hates and hatreds and show me some love, because I hate having to think of more legitimate ways to channel my writing inclinations. And make no mistake, there is nothing legitimate about what I'm doing here.

P.S. For what it's worth, I'm not writing this because I think the world can be a better place or I have any ambitions on working towards that goal. Stories about people who dislike society or aspects of it or are cantankerous or whatever always cop-out and try to end on inspirational notes by talking about how they believed just that.

I was reading Philly Weekly's tribute to longtime NME music critic and recent Philly Weekly columnist Steven Wells, a man known as a serious curmudgeon who recently passed. Frankly he tended to annoy me in his PW column more often then not, though I always read it anyway. The tribute was well done and made me decide I retroactively liked him...but they couldn't help but soften him by going into the same old same old about how he actually loved humanity and wanted it to be better. Now I didn't know the guy and I'm actually sure it was true - good for you, Steve. But it just raised my fucking hackles, because venom can never just be venom. Well here comes, bitches.