Agreed on both counts.
That was my main issue with the post- not so much the content (although the content was banal), but just the terrible attempt at trolling. As I said, it comes off as simply trying too hard- not enough subtlety, not enough wit.
Sorry Pong, but your latest effort is getting universally bad reviews. It's sorta like the film Superman IV: The Quest for Peace. At first glance, on a superficial level it looks like it could be in the same class as the earlier films- after all, it has some of the same actors and characters, right? Upon actually watching the thing though, no one would ever confuse it for the first film. Just absolutely f-cking terrible.
Perhaps I've lost a step, or even lost my way entirely. Is it arrogance over past success? The mitten and beverage endorsements going to my head? A hubristic belief that I can coast through the regular season and just dial it in, just push a button and make it work when I need to?
Truth be told, I'm not overly pleased with the effort or results, either. And it's all the more tragic, because all the ingredients were there; it was practically handed to me on a platter, yet the easy, obvious road was taken, and oh so clumsily.
That's it, Carrie. I'm done. No more sugary "cocktails" with only an ounce of alcohol, no more "sports drinks," no matter how many they deliver, no matter how much they pay me to pretend they are delicious and rejuvenating. It's black coffee and bourbon on the rocks from here on out. I'm going to make pay Krawlie that $50k I owe him, head back to the gym, and resume the two-a-days and sparring. I know he's going to get in my face, I know he's going to call me a ***** when I don't think I can push it any further, but my hatred will carry me through. And what is success if it is not coupled with suffering? If I have to start reading Michelle "I Love Internment Camps" Malkin and Amanda "When Straw Men Attack" Marcotte again for material, I'll do it. I don't care. I'm not satisfied with being a sub-500 8th seed.
I'm hungry, Carrie.