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I'm not good at blogging. I just started this thing and every time I think I do something cool to the blog, I end up leaving myself with more unanswered questions.

I've been trying to put an email address at the end of each entry, attempting to open the pointless world to everyone, where anyone can submit their own pointless story and photo and I'll attempt to blog it. Unfortunately, I have not been able to make it appear on the actual blogspot blog. If, however, you follow the blog on a "Reader" the line shows up nicely...well, nice I can't actually promise, but it shows up.

"What the hell is a 'Reader,' you ask? Excellent question! I was unaware of what they were too. Google has a really easy one, one that my good friend over at Emmy Cube Photography educated me about. Side note, check her out here:

Readers pull all the content you like to absorb from your favorite corners of the internet and puts it all in one place. So to make a long story, slightly longer and actually give it a point, I want your pointless stories!

Please send me your odd, weird photos complete with a back story, preferably with a tangent...or 7 and I'll do my best to post it!

pointlessstory@gmail.com


And since I wouldn't want to post an entry without a fun picture, here's a guy that lived in my old neighborhood that walked around with a cat on his shoulder like a parrot getting into a taxi.



Until next time!


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I'm Trying to Find The Words to Describe This Place Without Being Disrespectful

I, from time to time, have been described as being opinionated. I am often opinionated about what things are appropriate vs. inappropriate. For example, I believe that it is inappropriate for a man to wear any jewelery other than a watch and a wedding ring. No exceptions.

Okay, onto the photos and how my occasionally opinionated nature informs this particular pointless story.

There's a little, quirky township in San Diego known as Ocean Beach. I, not so secretly, drink some major hatorade about this place. I tend to view this place with the disdain most people reserve for their opposing political party or Fuddruckers.

The jokes I make about Ocean Beach usually revolve around the rampant drug problem...and not just the people who live there...the town itself has a serious drug problem. Seriously, don't drink the water there. I don't even trust the bottled stuff. Jokes also revolve around the poverty, the homelessness, and the general lack of safety one feels when there. I get my hair cut there (out of necessity), and my old hairdresser had well-groomed pit hair that she displayed quite prominently.



My disdain really comes from me just not understanding the place at all. I once described OB in the following way: "Ocean Beach has the all the creativity of Venice Beach with the crushing poverty of a 3rd world country, but no one seems to care." That's the part I just don't get. No one seems to care...everyone is just okay with everything and everyone else. And THAT fact is the thing which has OB growing on me.



The photos depict the town's Christmas tree. I've heard a lot about this tree. From what I know, the town purchases the largest they can afford, but the largest they can afford, does not necessarily mean the best, but again, that's just OB. It's weird, it's broken, it's leaning over, sparely decorated, missing branches, and lets be honest, it probably has a drug problem. But it is what it is, and the town accepts it and loves it anyway, so I accept it, and Ocean Beach too.

Here's hoping your holiday is broken and weird too.

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Consultation Please! Pt. 01

 

This is the first in a series titled "Consultation Please!"

By consultation, I mean, run your ideas by a few people before you choose to market them. For God's Sake! No self respecting business owner wants to have that Beavis and Butthead moment where a potential customer walks by their product and giggles like an 11 year-old as they read the name of your product aloud...and then walk away without buying said product. Maybe it's because of the uncontrollable laughter, maybe the silly, double entendre name has distracted said customer so much that they forgot that they were looking for your oddly named product...or maybe it's because they wouldn't be caught dead telling anyone "Check out my new Whak Sak Bag."

The essential problem for all of the things that I will feature in this series is that they all may serve some legitimate purpose, and perhaps they serve that purpose better than any other product available on the market, but their names make it simply impossible for people to want purchase and admit to owning. Remember, this is a series. Meaning, yes, I have many more of these and this is the tamest of them all.

So pack your Whak Saks, this is going to be a fun ride.

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That dance wasn't as safe as they said it was.

Safety First!


Anything you do in life must be done safely. Including your decision to create a custom license plate. If you're going to make a funny, interesting, or seriously insane license plate, you need to take into account the safety of others...and by others, I mean me. If I see that you have a crazy ass license plate, such as the one featured in this entry, I will chase you down and grab a shot of it to share with everyone I know.

Couple things about these photos. I'm choosing to upload multiple photos here to show just how hard I worked for this, please notice the rain AND the freeway in the picture. If safety is a must, people really can't have these kinds of license plates and drive near me.

Onto the next thing: TRIA3SM. Really? REALLY? There's no way that you could put that on a license plate and not have CPS, APS, DHHS, NIMH, and CDC on your ass. Which, to return to my previous point, is why I was on this dude's ass, on the freeway in the rain.

Lastly, and truly the greatest tangent I could possibly take. So when I took the opportunity to send this picture out to a few friends and show it to some friends in the office, I got the following response: "That guy lives on my street!" Turn out, freako with the sexually inappropriate custom license plate lives on the same street as one of my friends. Guess what, turns out freako is totally weird in real life. Strange how things work out like that.

One last, last thing, and really more of a question: How did the California DMV allow this to get put on a plate? Especially when knowing this plate might be on a freeway someday...and perhaps in the rain.

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We All Celebrate Differently...

You got to keep your head on a swivel. That's the only way to get to see all the weird stuff that everyone does. Quick side story to illustrate my point: I was just running an errand right before making this entry and I saw a woman brushing her teeth while driving. Now if I hadn't been looking around, I never would have noticed it. Onto the photo, so there I am picking up Chili's take-out when I peer across the parking lot to find the most inappropriate happy birthday note to a 10 year-old I've ever come across.

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What's the Point?

Throughout my life I have been a magnet for all things bizarre. I live my life through stories...and everything in my world has a story. The pairing of the digital camera to the cellular phone was a momentous day for me, and a terrible day for everyone else in my life. My stories are long-winded and rife with superfluous details. As much as I enjoy sharing these stories and images on facebook, I have come to find the caption section of the mobile uploads far too limiting. So now, I unleash my world upon the rest of the world all it's pointless glory.

There's even a story about creating this blog. So, I post on twitter under the moniker @pointlessstory. I thought, "what a great idea for a blog name"...turns out there's already a pointlessstory here on blogspot, and its really sad. Two entries from a guy that started a blog so that he didn't have to back to therapy. Hope it worked out for him.