{"id":1056,"date":"2009-09-21T13:16:43","date_gmt":"2009-09-21T20:16:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=1056"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:34:49","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:34:49","slug":"damn-you-tucker-max-monday-september-21st","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/damn-you-tucker-max-monday-september-21st\/","title":{"rendered":"Damn You Tucker Max!! &#8211; Monday September 21st"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/gibbons\/273524604\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/09\/273524604_96d4844036-255x300.jpg\" alt=\"273524604_96d4844036\" title=\"273524604_96d4844036\" width=\"255\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-1057\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/09\/273524604_96d4844036-255x300.jpg 255w, http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/09\/273524604_96d4844036.jpg 425w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 255px) 85vw, 255px\" \/><\/a>I sat watching television.  It had been a long week at work and I found comfort in petting my dog, drinking a glass of wine, and watching &#8220;It&#8217;s Always Sunny in Philadelphia&#8221; with my roommate (who finds my commentary on all television shows hilarious.  He doesn&#8217;t say as much, but I can just tell).<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Then: a tear in the very fabric of my universe.  It was an ad for the movie of &#8220;I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell&#8221; which is based on the best selling book by the same name, which is based off the internet essays based on the zany escapades of Tucker Max.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Also known as my arch enemy.<br \/>\nAlso known as Douche-bag Supreme.<br \/>\nAlso known as That Guy I&#8217;m Jealous of.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>To those familiar with Tucker Max&#8217; writings, you may misinterpret my jealousy.   I don&#8217;t envy his drunken sexual exploits or his wild disregard for social niceties or his feverish insistence that he gets blow jobs at the turn of every corner.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>In fact, I&#8217;m jealous that his stupid, crappily written, predictable stories have been emailed around the earth a countless number of times, made into a book, and made into a movie.  I know it took him years to cultivate a big audience, and I know he is a total tool.  But still.  It makes an aspiring famous writer question oneself.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Should I be writing more about stupid, demeaning, dangerous things?  What if I&#8217;m too old to do stupid, demeaning or dangerous things?  Should I be writing more about watching T.V. and being frustrating about the amount of sodium in frozen food entrees?  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I could write about the stupid shit I did in high school and college, but I know it won&#8217;t measure up to the stuff that serious partiers did.  I mostly read books and went to academic lectures, like Ray Bradbury, Noam Chomsky, and Kurt Vonnegut.  I also watched a lot of episodes of Blind Date. Hardly the stuff of infamy.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Sigh.  I guess I just have to stick to the plan.  Keep writing, be open and honest, and make a live-sized voodoo doll of Tucker Max. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I sat watching television. It had been a long week at work and I found comfort in petting my dog, drinking a glass of wine, and watching &#8220;It&#8217;s Always Sunny in Philadelphia&#8221; with my roommate (who finds my commentary on all television shows hilarious. He doesn&#8217;t say as much, but I can just tell). &nbsp; &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/damn-you-tucker-max-monday-september-21st\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Damn You Tucker Max!! &#8211; Monday September 21st&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1056","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1056","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1056"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1056\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3698,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1056\/revisions\/3698"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1056"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1056"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1056"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}