Shyzer.com

Apparently Shyzer has a strong and somewhat large following of highschoolers. When I first learned of this, I was a bit shocked. “Highschoolers?” I said to myself, “What the hell are they doing here? I sure as hell didn’t invite them.” Yet, after a little (about 25 seconds) of digging, I found the source of all the fresh meat. My brother, Mr. Smartass himself, had put a link to Shyzer in his profile. Almost instantly Chris (have I met you?), Chad (deaf dude), Peezie (blind dude), Catharine (oh yeeeeah…a chick), Drew (huh?), Smiley (can sell anything), Elliot (your religion sucks), and countless other started flooding my tag-board and comments. I figured this would be some temporary thing. You remember how quickly fads faded when you were in high school. I thought I’d just become another set of Pogs, another Who Let The Dogs Out, another…Pokemon. Yet it hasn’t quite turned out that way. I’ve become the Survivor of website fads. They just keep coming and coming. Every time I go home, multiple friends of Tommy’s will start telling me what they thought about my latest post or what they’d like to see on Shyzer. They call my Jesus now. Shyzer has elevated me to the status of an equal. I am now thought of as “hip” and “phat” and am frequently referred to as the nozzle or nizzle of a garden hose or something. It’s amazing how you can one day reach this height of “coolness” 4 years removed from high school, especially when you never sought it while you were physically there. I’m not complaining though. As long as I don’t have to do anything, dress a certain way, or act a certain way, it’s all good to me.

You might ask yourself where this is all going. All I have to say is go buy something Shyzerific. Or you can just donate me the money instead. Either way. We here at Shyzer don’t discriminate. Na, the real point of this is that while I might not say it, I really run this site for people like them. Forget the fact that I enjoy every minute of blogging (okay, not every. Sometimes y’all can be real bitches) and I love it even more when people let me know that they are just reading it. I’d rather have 100 people tell me they hate my site then absolutely no comments on it at all. I like having people tell me they laughed their asses off at my Objective Creation Science Fair post (which, by far, has been the most positively received post I’ve ever done. When you start getting random IMs from people telling you how much they loved it…well, it’s the best motivation in the world). I run Shyzer for all the Angelas and Stans (well, okay, Angela and Stan) and for all those other fellow bloggers out there who take a few minutes out of their day to wander on over here and read what I’ve got to say. This will all start to be a little more relevant in the coming weeks when I put up some of the posts I’ve been working on lately. Until then, just take from this that I appreciate each and every visitor I have. You guys are what keeps Shyzer alive.

I’ve got another fairly important post, to me at least, that I was planning on putting up tonight. However, the site I was going to link to is currently down, so I will have to wait to put it up until later this weekend. Now I’m off to bed only to arise far too early to tutor some folks (Meaning I have money to eat this week!) and then watch the USC Basketball game, The Mariners Spring Training Game, and then go to the USC baseball game. Ah, the joys of college.

And one last thing. Somebody recently asked me if I ever trim my beard. When I told them that the only thing I’ve trimmed on it in the past 5 months was the moustache, they asked me how. I think the cam picture speaks for itself.