Noches de Pasion En Preso #2

Originally written for The Man Blog:

Previamente adentro en Noches de Pasion En Preso

This blog. A little situation.

You know, it’s becoming increasingly obvious to me that perhaps someday soon, my family or people close to me will find this blog. I don’t even think this is a remote possibility since my coworkers already did. That’s fine by me. I mean even with all the risk associated with blogging using your real name, I’ve never really understood the entire point of blogging under a pseudonym.

But really, ask me if I still don’t understand it after I’ve been fired from work and I’m at your doorstep on my knees begging you, my readers, to give me money and food items while talking about shit like “providing you years and years of entertainment” and “how you asshole should give me something back.” or after my mom severs all connections with me because she can’t believe her son, who managed to place himself in the upper 5th percentile of the entire country’s elementary graduating class back in 1993, now writes about racism and giving handjobs to Japanese tourists from the back of his car along Roxas Boulevard on his personal website.

No, really, I don’t care. Because seriously, blogging is this corporate slave’s only way of living out his David Stern/Stephen Colbert Fantasy. So yeah, I’d really rather own up and say “Hey this is Mike Villar. Some of you know and sometimes even heavily censure me in your minds for writing retarded posts about breeding racist dogs and how I often get a stiff at funerals on my blog but you know what? Fuck you, because aside from tits and thoughts of getting wasted in a Makati bar with my imaginary best friend, Erik Estrada, this is what occupies my mind ten hours a day.”

LazyCast Episode 4- The SCARE

In this episode of the LazyCast:

I talk about ‘The Scare‘ (one that involves women, babies, love and arson among other things)
I experiment with canned laughter, boos, awws and guffaws–All to an excruciatingly horrible result.

LazyCast Episode 4: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

4 Alternative uses for Twitter

I’ve been using Twitter for quite some time now and even if I am, quite possibly, one of the biggest Twittervangelist out there, I sometimes get tired of dicking around a medium whose purpose seems to be limited to sharing real-time brain farts, idle, incoherent blabbering and general blather to your friends and anyone who has time to burn reading inane musings of people they hardly even know.

But being a certified Fanboi, I will forgo the long, substantive essay I am tempted to write to justify and explain why I continue to use Twitter because face it, the issue of “To Twitter or not to Twitter” is beat. And really, why should I even bother when far better writers have written their respective cases against twitter and pieces in its defense?

Besides, for every argument rebuking its asininity, there’s one that praises its merits.

There is, however, more to Twitter than broadcasting how awesome the fillet mignon you had for dinner was or how bored you are out of your fucking skull to your followers. Let’s take a look at some of its alternative uses.