I can’t cry in public. I’d like to, but I can’t. I just can’t. It’s not that I am bereft of human emotion, but rather I am terribly afraid that I’m an ugly crier.

(The undisputed champion of the ugly cry face. I THE present Claire Danes.)

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 (aka Thank You, Hackers)

Hello World. This is my very first post for my Word Press blog … again.

This is actually the second time I’ve generated a generally generic opening post for LuckyRob.com … and I have to give a special thanks to those [Chinese/Russian/Balkan] hackers out there for helping me achieve a level of personal freedom and existential bliss. If not for you, [Wang/Ivan/Dimitar], then I’d still be looking back through some of my 300 posts with horror at my poorly thought out, inane, and largely self-fixated posts that I’d been churning out on this very website since 2008.

There’s no harsher critic of writing than the actual writer himself. So [xie-xie/spasibo/hvala] to my new online anti-establishment friends that helped me shed so much of my self-loathing in the form of old posts and atrocious grammar that only made me want to close my head in a rusty car trunk Joe Pesci-style after each rereading. Most of it was all absolute shit anyways.

Well, except my man-crush break-up with Brad Pitt. Sorry, we’re still at different places in our lives right now, Bradley. It’s not you, it’s me.

Without any further ado, I present Lucky Part 2.

(rhyming not intentional, but girlishly appreciated afterwards by the author)