Look what I found. LOOK!

At long, long last, I have found my way onto blogspot, or blogger, or whatever the hell they want to call themselves. My prognosis for the next few hours is not so good: it is currently 1.12 in the a.m. and whether I like it or not, that pesky alarm telling me to get up and go to uni will bitchslap me awake at 8am, in order to get my groggy ass into class for 10am, and which point I will likely tune out as an 80 minute monologue (in a language I am still far from capable in), at which time I must scoot my ass over to another class in another building up four flights of killer stairs, and do this all within 10 minutes. At that point I will likely say ‘bonjour’ to my resident French friend and a ‘come stai?’ to the Italian girl, one of 40 I know (there’s a secret plan to retake Europe, Gibbles the mouse told me so).

But let’s see, there have been problems setting this thing up. Many, many problems. And most of them are annoying, as problems go. You see, after my girlfriend got ticked off with myspace (and I’ve been on there for 2.5 years), she jumped ship. Now because I’m the macho man of the relationship and won’t stand for that sort of thing, I decided that myspace sucked as well. And it does. Especially right now, four weeks after setting up my preliminary blogspot page, because dear old News Corp have finally realised that I don’t like them and that my Rupert Murdoch voodoo doll might be working. After all, Obama won, and they didn’t want that, so obviously it’s my fault (if future generations look back and wonder if I’m taking credit for the first black man to be president, then yes, I take full credit. Now resurrect me like you did with Bart Simpson, and I’ll astound you with my perceptions of reality). Hmmm, that was not the first tangent of this blog, was it? Essentially: problems existed, Oisin was being stubborn, the internet was being stubborner, and now I have two voodoo dolls :)

I began with a name of sheer brilliance – vivaoisin. Poignant, no? (scrambles to online dictionary to make sure that actually means what he thinks it means . . . success!) What happened later was something of a mystery. Vivaoisin was deleted but not, because they don’t do that, and now I can’t use it. How odd. It doesn’t exist anywhere, so I say SPOON! And now I must think of another witty name that rocks the Kasbah.

Among my options:
Oisinisms
Vivalaoisin
Oisinrocks
Oisinsblog
Oisinspeaks

And you know what? I have found that my name just doesn’t look good jumbled together with another word. I mean, if I had a cooler name, like . . . like . . . okay, if I had a normal name, like Steve . . . actually, would ‘stevesblog’ throw people off? "Oisin has his own blog, known as ‘stevesblog.’" "Should we call him ‘Steve’?" "No, but we should ask him why he chose that." Okay, I see a flaw in my logic there.

Where was I?

Let’s try oisinrocks, because at the very least, it’s true. Oooo, it’s available. Do I? Fuck it, why not? And now as I click ‘continue’, I have some colour scheme options. Minima Black. Functional, sure. And done, because I think that I can change it later. Of course, now I have another friggin password to remember. Isn’t that dandy? Yeah. Dandy. My blog has been created. I guess this means:

FUCK YOU MYSPACE!

Wait, who owns blogspot? Google. Well duh, Oisin, like you couldn’t have worked that out from all the hassle before. Sheesh. I wonder if it’s too late to create a sister site, ‘oisinsucks’ or ‘oisinmissestheobvious’.