My favorite shitty-as-fuck local sportswriter, Bob Parasiliti, has had his own blog over at the Herald Mail’s website for the last two months, right under my fucking nose. “Parasiliti Post-ings,” it’s called. If you’re a fellow blogger and you ever feel a pang of inadequacy about your own site, I invite you to take a look at Bob’s attempted blog and cheer yourself right the hell up. Not only is it poorly written, the layout couldn’t be more generic and he hasn’t even bothered to finish it yet – his About page, linked at the top, is still the WordPress template.
Judging from the omnipresent misspellings and typos, the sports editor at the Herald-Mail deserves a raise; polishing Parasiliti’s semi-literate drivel to ready it for print could be a full-time job itself. But what the fuck do I know? I’m an unemployed college student with too much time on his hands, and Bob Parasiliti is a professional . . . writer – excuse me, I’ve just felt a wave of nausea come over me. I’m going to lie down.