Why Isn't My Greatness More Well Known Throughout the World Wide Web?

I am just a little irritated that my blog isn't good enough for the world's biggest freaking search engine. The cool thing is, however, if you type in "iamronak" in the Google search field, you'll get The Mersey Buckets MySpace site... and not only will you get to see their homely faces, you can actually read their non-sensical ramblings as well. (The Keith/Johathon interview is..................... Believe it or not, these guys are my friends).

I can't stop listening to The Postal Service with their first album "Give Up." I am mesmerized by this work. It has a hold on me that I simply cannot deny. I told my GF that I might just turn it into the soundtrack of my life, but she gave me a nonchalant "Uh huh," and sent me on my way (though she did say she liked the album very much, but hadn't listened to it very recently).

I am acquiring new blog-friendly followers, but as I mentioned before I think I need more hits to be an entry on GOOGLE. I implore all of you who read this tripe to send this link to friends, and friends of friends, and so on until I am an Internet GOD!!!

I feel that most of you know that the best part of this site is the Comments Section, so comment on... The postings aren't that great, but it's really the responses that make this fun. So please, don't hesitate... I usually don't know what the hell I'm talking about most of the time anyway. You needn't be charming or funny, (hell, I never am) but please say something... it's the only way I know you're listening.

Wow, that sounded really freaking desperate.

Race Relations and Superheros...

The Southside Irish Parade. Could there have been any more white people? On the whole train ride down there was like me and one black person. I sort of wanted to give him a hug and tell him to "stay strong, brother," but I didn't because black people scare me...

That was a joke. I'm actually more afraid of white people. Especially ones full of green beer and Irish pride.

I ate corned beef that day, which is against my religion, but you know what?...blasphemy tastes pretty f-ing spectacular on a piece of rye with mustard. I also drank beer, which tastes pretty f-ing spectacular with some corned beef on a piece of rye with mustard.

I'm having back pains, plus my shoulder hurts and I think I have shin splints. My girlfriend keeps calling me an old man, I really hate my job and any people who actually read this thing are starting to get fed up with my non-updating... so life's great on this end... how about all of you?

At work we had Baja Fresh in celebration of St. Patrick's Day, which I'm still confused about. Plus I had to eat it all cold because I was on a call, plus the tortillas were chewy and stuck together, but I'm not the type to complain... the food was still free and free stuff always tastes better. A while back a co-worker said to me that she sees me more than she sees her own husband, but I think she has a thing for me and stays late at work just to be close to me. No, actually we just work similar hours, but the staring thing is getting a little creepy.

In all actuality, there is a guy here that really does have a tendency to stare at people, plus he loves giving out high-fives, and he loves sky-diving. I'm conviced he's training to become a superhero, but he doesn't quite have the physique for it. He's into Tae-Kwon-Do, which could explain his eerie silent calm, but he doesn't have one. He's actually a little flamboyant, not in a gay way, but in a weird arm-flapping-while-he-talks-like-a-Jewish-housewife-let's-discuss-this-later-amongst-ourselves kind of way. But, you know, he's really a nice guy.

There, you bastards, I hope that satiates your hunger for my greatness... at least for a little while.

P.S. I don't know who those dudes in the picture are but it's a white guy staring at a black guy and I thought it tied everything together nicely.

I'm not gay but...

I totally "DVR'"ed some "Gilmore Girls" and watched the shit out of it. But I have some questions like: Why hasn't Luke introduced Lorelie to his bastard daughter; and I know Chris is kind of an ass, but does it seem like something might be going on between him and Lorelie under the suface? Also, aren't you happy, but also sad that Logan is a complete ass? Plus, Paris was starting to really annoy me, and I totally thought the writers were going to be incredibly cliched and make Rory and Doyle drunkenly hook up, but somehow she was miraculously almost sober in the next scene

I must reiterate that I am in fact a heterosexual male.

This may be random, but here are a few of my favorite phrases:

- I'm going to {verb} the hell/shit/fuck out of this {noun}.
I.e. I'm going to eat the shit out of this pizza.
I.e. I'm going to smack the hell out of this assbag.
I.e. I'm going to run the fuck out of this grueling, horrible, demanding, asinine idea of trying to finish a fucking marathon.

- It's so cold out I think I'm going to be sick.

- I have the midget tossing record in Chicago. (Richard Greve, as quoted to me on the night of my girlfriend's birthday dinner by her father.)

- I'm on the cutting edge of science. (I think we all know who this is from.)

- Am I smooshing you? (I've mentoned this quote before, and it's kind of personal, but it still makes me laugh.)

Erin, Erin, Erin, I really wished you had left a little later than you did. My GOOD FRIEND JOEL WISE is an amazing piano player. For those of you who don't know, Dr. Wise used to be exceptional at the Ebony & Ivories, but he's too modest to show his work (which is exceptional). So we asked this "pianic" mastermind to play by ear - which he sort of can - and play "Lionus & Lucy," which he did (except he may have that particular song memorized). This song may be the most uplifiting, bring-me-back-to-my-childhood-and-make-me-do-a-sort-of-zombie-dance-with-my-arms-all-hanging out-while-wiggling-my-butt song ever (which I didn't do, but other party go'ers did). You would have loved it.