Stop Smoking

There’s a relatively new weblog that I have gotten hooked on ever since I first found it. Dethroner.com. It’s brilliant. The author, Joel Johnson, has an awesome writing style; always includes an interesting outlook, plenty of sarcasm, and amazing wit; is probably the ghost writer of every heterosexual male with an ounce of self-respect (and two ounces of self-loathing); and keeps his page fresh by focusing on a new topic every week.

Why do I mention this? This week’s topic is smoking. Dethroner’s not just covering the bad. Hell, it’s not covering much of the bad. Joel is a smoker, himself. He frequently comments on how much he enjoys a good pipe and cigarette. And I have to agree. I. Enjoy. Smoking. The first cigarette in the morning with a cup of coffee is like Gladiator when Russel Crowe finally dies and he sees his family in the after-life. It’s the moment in Life is Beautiful when Giosué finds his mother as the Allied tanks roll out of the concentration camp. You know it’s about the happiest you will be all day, but you also know that something terrible is going on.
SO, I will probably be linking to his site a lot this week and in the coming weeks as I read and reread everything Joel has to say. I can only think of one other site’s posts that I read multiple times, and that one is so good, I pay for a membership to it. They are both really that good. Check them out and then check back here to see how things are going.