Obviously the title is from Fight Club. But why I’ve decided to go with it is a longer one:
Four years ago a few friends and I decided to start a Website, seeing it as an easy way to early retirement. With our combined powers we would make the funniest, greatest Website of all time and google would have a new force to reckon with. All we had to come up with was a name.
It took us a good two hours to come to an agreement. Jackswastedlife was on the top of my list, but .com was taken. That left Jacks-wasted-life.com or Jackswastedlife.net, which, if I remember, was deemed “gay” by one of us and “who uses hyphens?” by the other. So, being the mature 20 somethings we were, we decided on….
TheAtomicWedgie.com
This is what our website, the site that was to enlighten and bring the masses to a higher plain was to be called. A fifth grade bully’s best tactic was my first adventure into the internets.
Go ahead and look it up. It doesn’t exist (though I think we might still be paying for it.) At it’s prime it had photos (most famously of Toronto’s tribute to fallen industrial workers,) a news section that wasn’t all that bad, and what is possibly the best compilation of all the awful and horrible things I’ve done to myself and others in my life, written by myself and posted to attempt to talk a girl out of dating me. I guess this was my idea of “flirting.” And if I remembered the wording of them, I’d gladly repost them, but by now my self hatred is no longer funny as instead simply miserable.
The content wasn’t why the site failed; overall most of it was pretty cool. It was the conversation I had to have with everyone about the name of the site:
“What’s the name of your site?”
“Ah, theatomicwedgie.com. All one word,” followed by a feable attempt to explain why we chose this.
“Right. I’ll… I’ll see what its all about,” followed by them NEVER seeing what it was all about.
Like I said, this was at least 4 years ago. But like any good sociopath, I still remember sitting in that room with a pad of paper and coming up with ideas and listening to my two friends shit all over the hyphens and the .net and instead reverting back to dick and fart jokes.
So now, almost 10 years after the movie came out, I’ve chosen to shoehorn a memorable line from it into a blog title. Way to keep up with the times, Slouch
