Getting started...

As this is my first foray into the dark, murky, monster infested waters of the blog-o-sphere, I did what any any marginally clever human being would do and cheated. The three entries found below are essential my "Best of..." of the past two years of shouting into the abyss of the internet. I rated them as "Best of...", as they generally elicited listless apathy  from my peers as opposed to the usual reactions of scorn and derision with a side of vulgar euphemisms for man-on-pig bestiality. So I hope you enjoy these literary equivalents of a mongoloid hippo attempting to play Chopin on a crappy Toshiba keyboard.
Now to get down to the true purpose of this epic endeavor known as The Schadenfreude Chronicles.

There isn't one.

I should probably clarify that statement.
I have no objective with this blog. I am not trying to make a political statement, hold court, enlighten the ignorant or convert the unbelievers. I do not seek to chart the waters of the human condition nor pass judgment on the lost. Ok, that is a lie, I will pass plenty of judgment, mountains of it, but it will all be well deserved. Mostly.

The best way to view this blog is just me musing into the vastness of The Net and seeing if anything echos back. I will attempt to keep it entertaining for anyone who happens to stumble upon this mad ravings. In fact I do have plans for this space. Coming up first is the World Cup, where I intend to use my embarrassing amounts of involuntary spare time to watch as many of the games as humanly possible all the while shamelessly ripping off one of my favorite sports journalists and writing out real time (not likely) game diaries.

God I hope Bill Simmons doesn't sue me.

Once that blessed tournament has ended, I will do my best to stave off boredom related depression and failed suicide attempts that end with me curled up in the fetal position weeping to myself pathetically by writing an entry every day for a year, or until gainful employment has made me a productive member of society.
Topics can include, but are not limited to: politics, science, business events, economic crises, selling Greece to Turkey, sex, sports, alcohol, the cities I have lived in, music, movies, cooking, women in bikinis, the downfall of human civilization, Singularity, selling Ireland to the state of Massachusetts, technology, how much I hate Mac-heads, cities I have visited, food I love, food I hate, food that I wonder how it came to be food, video games, board games, interesting shit I found while dicking around on the internet and the cowering, yellow-bellied way I will sell you all out to our future robot overlords when it comes time for us to all be plugged into the Matrix.

Now you may say: "Flip, you paragon of human virtue, nowhere in your waterfall of verbosity does it say what any of all of this has to do with Schadenfreude."
Well...I enjoy mocking the misfortune of other. Particularly the misfortune of those who I feel would have been weeded out of the gene pool if we'd all listened a bit closer to Darwin rather than that guy who convinced us all of that "love thy neighbor" rubbish. I am pretty sure he is the reason we are forced to endure people like post-1999 Madonna and Kim Jong Il. And the Jersey Shore cast. And Beck.