raised from the dead

A recent poll of devoted Judge Holden readers found that 100% would like to see this blog revived, the margin of error being 0 percentage points because I made sure to track down all three of them.

In all honesty, I simply ran out of things to write about. I mean, I could tell you all about my steamy affair with unemployment. Or write epic poetry about my Blackberry surviving a 60-foot roller coaster fall at Six Flags. Or maybe you haven't heard enough Palin jokes yet? But you, o valiant seeker of wit on the internetz, you are a most discerning reader. I wouldn't have dared to disappoint you. You have a most refined palate when it comes to your blog-reading.

This also probably means you are a hipster. But I digress.

From now on, I'm going to try reeeeaaally hard to think of things to write about. Know that it's mainly for selfish reasons. Unemployment has got me feeling restless, uninspired, and materialistic and I figure writing this thing is the last semi-creative outlet I have left. And whatever part of my brain is involved in writing this blog is probably the only part that hasn't turned into post-grad mush yet. This same part must also be involved in processing baby animals, because cuteoverload.com still makes a lot of sense to me, unlike algebra.

So anyway, happy Obama. Now that we've gotten all that out of the way, we can finally focus on some real social issues, namely the growing addiction that is plaguing the people of America: the digital camera. I was at a Hot Chip show a few weeks ago -- they're a blast live, by the way -- and this one girl near me stood with her back to the stage the whole time because she was taking pictures of herself with the band in the background. I mean, I understand we all need our MySpace angles to feel validated sometimes, but when you actually spend money (in this case, $40) just to seek out the perfect photographic background for your fix, it's time to think about rehab. If you or a loved one are abusing and need help, I hear there's a cure called Polaroid that forces you to photograph in moderation. In all seriousness, it concerns me that people are taking so many pictures these days that they're forgetting to put down the camera and actually experience the places, things, and events they are photographing. It's one thing to capture memories, but I'm willing to bet that the majority of photoholics never look twice at the 3,492 photos of New Year's Eve that didn't make it into a Facebook album.

Okay, so it's always fun when I end my post with a funny picture or a picture of shoes. But I haven't bought any shoes lately. I'm sorry, but today you'll have to settle for something cute instead.

(http://thecutest.info)

Comments

[nic]

Your internet presence is quite sizeable Monsieur, as I never feel more than a few clicks away from interacting with my far flung small friend 4 million miles away on the other side of the earth. Thumbs up and a starry smile for the internet.
"But why is Holden your name?", I asked, for it was I that was asking. And from which panel of judges did you defect?

[J]

interesting and enjoyable, i think i found another blog to add to my "interesting/enjoyable/educational" blogs. your writing is very fluid and thus, very easy on the reader to comprehend and relate to, but not to be confused with, lacking complex thought formation.

[J]

interesting and enjoyable, i think i found another blog to add to my "interesting/enjoyable/educational" blogs. your writing is very fluid and thus, very easy on the reader to comprehend and relate to, but not to be confused with, lacking complex thought formation.

[Tal]

Thanks! Do I know you, by the way? Not sure how random people would stumble upon this little guy in the big bad internets.

[Tal]

Thanks! Do I know you, by the way? Not sure how random people would stumble upon this little guy in the big bad internets.