I got a letter today, announcing that I a finalist for half a million dollars in the Reader's Digest sweepsteaks. According to the letter, only two percent of Canadians are selected for it, and most of them don't bother to reply, giving me a good shot at winning. According to the letter.
I'm not too excited, since I'm one of those people who they describe as thinking "no one ever wins those".
I just wonder why they wouldn't pick someone who's actually got a subscription to their magazine.
17.3.10
15.3.10
14.3.10
Alex asked if I moved to PG. Chuckle.
Then she asked if my Facebook status was a quote from her.
The only logical response would be "Well, since it's been like two months since we've talked, I think it's safe to say it isn't, and though I'm not moving to PG, I probably wouldn't have told you anyway, for pretty much those same reasons."
Instead, I'm gonna say nothing, cause she'd take that the wrong way, methinks.
That's pretty much the only reason I'd have trouble moving. Everyone I never, ever talk to anymore seems to regularly assure me they'd be offended if I didn't go to the end of the world to track them down and tell them I'm leaving. If you and I never speak, you never answer your phone, whatever, then I really fail to see the issue.
Oh well. Things that make sense to me never seem to make sense to anyone else, anyway.
Then she asked if my Facebook status was a quote from her.
The only logical response would be "Well, since it's been like two months since we've talked, I think it's safe to say it isn't, and though I'm not moving to PG, I probably wouldn't have told you anyway, for pretty much those same reasons."
Instead, I'm gonna say nothing, cause she'd take that the wrong way, methinks.
That's pretty much the only reason I'd have trouble moving. Everyone I never, ever talk to anymore seems to regularly assure me they'd be offended if I didn't go to the end of the world to track them down and tell them I'm leaving. If you and I never speak, you never answer your phone, whatever, then I really fail to see the issue.
Oh well. Things that make sense to me never seem to make sense to anyone else, anyway.
We kiss the stars, we writhe, we are...
I don't know why so many people seem to think Static-X and Naruto go hand in hand.
Just wanted to put another one up. No idea why I'm listening to them so much before bed lately.
Just realized the first one skips half the song. What the fuck is up with wimpy little anime loving puss boys and static x? You should be out listening to Kraftwerk or something.
Writhe is possibly one of my favorite works.
13.3.10
Is it wrong to let someone become a hardcore alchoholic because you think they're kind of a weak dick, and it's really sort of funny anyway?
Well, actually, not at all in my books. I guess the question is more, is it wrong to be an asshole to them on Facebook because they're constantly smashed and stupid whenever they're on, and you don't really want to talk to them?
It's definately wrong to wish that most of my "friends" were dead or would just leave me the fuck alone, since the most of them I don't want around haven't done anything bad per se, but none of them can take the fucking hint, so I'm left wishing.
Well, actually, not at all in my books. I guess the question is more, is it wrong to be an asshole to them on Facebook because they're constantly smashed and stupid whenever they're on, and you don't really want to talk to them?
It's definately wrong to wish that most of my "friends" were dead or would just leave me the fuck alone, since the most of them I don't want around haven't done anything bad per se, but none of them can take the fucking hint, so I'm left wishing.
Faster Pussycat, Kill, Kill!
More Static X. I don't know if I sped them up when I downloaded them, or if they slowed them down to put them to the videos, but all their songs are considerably faster and better on my computer at home. Oh well.
Roller derby girls are total babes, haha. That's a pretty sad excuse for a derby, and I'm pretty sure No. 46 is the same chick as in the last video.
I think I'm gonna make a JTv radio station. If I do, it'll be posted here.
Uh, shit. There was something else.
Oh yeah. Guest contributer is still happening. I'm just stuck in Prince George right now, and since I bought a handgun, I'm here till at least Monday waiting for it to clear (this usually takes about five days, but the old German guy at the gun store assures me he can have it done in three. I'm planning on coming back, just to spend more money in his store). I'll put it up when I get home and can dig up my hard copy.
If anyone is interested, here's the new pistol:
http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg20-e.htm
I'm pretty pleased with it. Mine's pre-1946, evidenced by the wide bevels on the slide, thusly making it WW II surplus (it's in too good of shape to have actually seen any action, unless they refinished it, or are just building guns out of spare parts without matching numbers. Both of which I don't really give a shit about, so didn't bother to check on). They haven't made actual Russian Tokes since 1954, so even if it's a mismatched piece of shit (I say this with affection), it's guranteed to be slightly rare and worth quite a bit within 20 years. Guns are a pretty good investment for just that reason, they very, very rarely lose value, unless you break them like a tool.
The other one I bought recently, I guess sometime last week, is this 'un:
http://world.guns.ru/assault/as33-e.htm
Mine's identical to the top one, but with a slightly longer barrel (about 420mm as opposed to 390mm). I don't have alot to say about it except that the ammo comes in dirt cheap crates of 2000, it's alot of fun, pretty badass looking, and I plan to use it to kill Americans when they invade. But that's a story for another time, when I have more energy.
I guess that's it, so I'll leave you with some classics.
Skip to 4:14 if you aren't into Jim Croce's kickass mellow tunes. I don't much care for live vids, but you do what you can I guess. He's so much dirtier on CD...
12.3.10
Catatonic Non-Sense
I was gonna write something totally different, but I got about halfway done and became crushingly depressed. I don't see a need to make anyone reading this have that sort of fun too.
So, since she's written about me twice, I'll write about Lindsay instead! Yay!
I like Lindsay cause she's the only person I really believe likes me.
Since I'm still in a pissy bitter mood, and feeling pretty arrogant, I'll point out that I think that's not so much because I suck, but because the majority of you are ridiculously fucking stupid, and I don't really like to get myself into situations where any of you get a chance to talk to me anyway.
Since I'm feeling better now that I've got to say the words "ridiculously fucking stupid", I think I'll keep writing (I was just kidding by the way. I love you all. Except maybe the fucking Catholics. And probably you, since I don't know you and you're fucking weird).
You know what else is ridiculously fucking stupid? Static-X's music videos.
I like the music in certain moods, but that killed about a million braincells to watch.
The video starts with a shot of the band's anarchist crackshack hidaway (plainly an anarchist hideaway, as evidenced by "THEY FEED US LIES" being spraypainted right next to the front door. Plainly a crachshack, as evidenced by the fact that although they apparently have electricity for the instruments, they have to eat lies to survive, and don't have windows or doors or any of those other luxuries.) The music starts with the bassist looking nervously out the window for the cops, and the guitarist playing his guitar like a giant cock while looking like he's giving it to Lauren Graham without a condom.
THEN! In comes the Tomb Raider, and we focus on her walking into.. a disco? Apparently the band opted to buy dozens of disco balls instead of a front door. I've done enough drugs to understand this. She proceeds to write on the wall dramatically, then turns away. She walks to a variety of smashy things mounted on the wall, establishing herself as the girl of my dreams, selects a bat, then knocks a hole in the wall with.. an axe. I rewound the tape to try and make sense of it, and I realized that she must have been pissed off by her inability to write in a straight line.
All throughout this, there are cuts of the band in the crackshack, jumping around and trying as hard as they can to look like they're actually playing something and not just strumming the same three chords over and over again. I've seen live videos of them, and this is pretty much what they look like in real life too.
The next 30 seconds or so is nothing but some Lizzy Borden-type axe things, and the band playing. While I applaud her use of safety glasses, I wonder if using a grinder in a room lit only by discoballs while wearing a BDSM outfit is really a great plan. If you pause at any point while the lead singer is onscreen, you'll note that you can see his brain through his nose, and that he sings with his eyes closed because his voice makes him cringe too. Around 1:13, the bass player goes into this surely badass sort of jumping around playing style, which makes you think he's really hardcore and cool until you realize that he's just high on crack and his guitar isn't even plugged in, and that he's really just the bitch of the band, since they make him stand in a different room and everything.
If you've been paying close attention, you might notice that the chick has finished knocking down two of the four walls by about the two minute mark, and has decided that smashing everything else she owns would be more fun than collapsing the house on herself. If you haven't been watching at all, then you're probably smarter than I gave you credit for, but why the fuck are you still reading this drivel?
Anyway, this is the only part of the video that actually makes alot of sense to me. Since they've spent all their money on crack, disco balls, and copies of The Communist Manifesto, and can't afford food anyway, she starts by smashing the oven. Then she moves on to the plates, offering a prime example of why girls shouldn't be trusted to destroy things at 1:43. Not only is she breaking the only actual window the the house (which is borded up for some reason, likely because the sun causes her pasty goth skin to melt off or something), she totally fails at breaking a shitty, made-in-china plate in the process. I own plates like that. They break if you look at them mean and threaten to etch an acorn into them.
We then resume the breaking of random shit, like a computer montior that happens to be sitting on her floor (maybe she thought it was a lavalamp when she bought it), an end table (while trying to hit the bottle on top of it), and the only door to the place, which has "THIS IS MY HOUSE" sprayed on it, apparently incase she or the band happen to forget where they live. I'm sure if you looked at these things symbolically, you could get some form of intelligent, deep meaning, but that's for fucking hippies and people who actually give a shit.
Now, cut to the scene that bothers me the most.
See, the song is called "Stingwray", and is about the lead singer's wife's Corvette Stingray (her last name is Wray). In the next bit, our hero and his psycho destructive woman are getting busy while driving what appears to be NOT A FUCKING STINGRAY. Besides the annoying fact that psycho woman appears to give incredibly dull handjobs (she definately lost my affections at this point), that just strikes me as incredibly,incredibly stupid. All this video critisim aside, I know for a fact that the singer OWNS a Stingray, and I can see no reason at all why he'd use a Z28 for the video instead.
The next few parts are the bass player trying to knock the house down by kicking it (which might work), and the singer driving around looking as stoned as John Travolta in Pulp Fiction while his girlfriend throws herself at him. At two minutes and fifty seconds in, the band finally gives up any semblance of trying to play their instruments and begin a variety of fistpumps instead.
At 3:13, BlackMetal Nordic Bassman decides to play hide and seek, and about that time, Psycho Woman begins pummeling the shit out of the discoballs. Combined with the lame handjob and the singer's need to fuck his Flying V guitar at the start, my settled opinion is that this whole video is just a metaphor for blue balls. Infact, the next minute has nothing in it besides ball stomping, smashing, and in the case of the band, sucking. The video ends with the singer looking like he just came hardcore in his pants.
Well, I'm bored of this now. I was just about to get to the punchline, but frankly, I'm suprised anyone bothered to read all that shit anyway, so I'll save it until next time.
So, since she's written about me twice, I'll write about Lindsay instead! Yay!
I like Lindsay cause she's the only person I really believe likes me.
Since I'm still in a pissy bitter mood, and feeling pretty arrogant, I'll point out that I think that's not so much because I suck, but because the majority of you are ridiculously fucking stupid, and I don't really like to get myself into situations where any of you get a chance to talk to me anyway.
Since I'm feeling better now that I've got to say the words "ridiculously fucking stupid", I think I'll keep writing (I was just kidding by the way. I love you all. Except maybe the fucking Catholics. And probably you, since I don't know you and you're fucking weird).
You know what else is ridiculously fucking stupid? Static-X's music videos.
I like the music in certain moods, but that killed about a million braincells to watch.
The video starts with a shot of the band's anarchist crackshack hidaway (plainly an anarchist hideaway, as evidenced by "THEY FEED US LIES" being spraypainted right next to the front door. Plainly a crachshack, as evidenced by the fact that although they apparently have electricity for the instruments, they have to eat lies to survive, and don't have windows or doors or any of those other luxuries.) The music starts with the bassist looking nervously out the window for the cops, and the guitarist playing his guitar like a giant cock while looking like he's giving it to Lauren Graham without a condom.
THEN! In comes the Tomb Raider, and we focus on her walking into.. a disco? Apparently the band opted to buy dozens of disco balls instead of a front door. I've done enough drugs to understand this. She proceeds to write on the wall dramatically, then turns away. She walks to a variety of smashy things mounted on the wall, establishing herself as the girl of my dreams, selects a bat, then knocks a hole in the wall with.. an axe. I rewound the tape to try and make sense of it, and I realized that she must have been pissed off by her inability to write in a straight line.
All throughout this, there are cuts of the band in the crackshack, jumping around and trying as hard as they can to look like they're actually playing something and not just strumming the same three chords over and over again. I've seen live videos of them, and this is pretty much what they look like in real life too.
The next 30 seconds or so is nothing but some Lizzy Borden-type axe things, and the band playing. While I applaud her use of safety glasses, I wonder if using a grinder in a room lit only by discoballs while wearing a BDSM outfit is really a great plan. If you pause at any point while the lead singer is onscreen, you'll note that you can see his brain through his nose, and that he sings with his eyes closed because his voice makes him cringe too. Around 1:13, the bass player goes into this surely badass sort of jumping around playing style, which makes you think he's really hardcore and cool until you realize that he's just high on crack and his guitar isn't even plugged in, and that he's really just the bitch of the band, since they make him stand in a different room and everything.
If you've been paying close attention, you might notice that the chick has finished knocking down two of the four walls by about the two minute mark, and has decided that smashing everything else she owns would be more fun than collapsing the house on herself. If you haven't been watching at all, then you're probably smarter than I gave you credit for, but why the fuck are you still reading this drivel?
Anyway, this is the only part of the video that actually makes alot of sense to me. Since they've spent all their money on crack, disco balls, and copies of The Communist Manifesto, and can't afford food anyway, she starts by smashing the oven. Then she moves on to the plates, offering a prime example of why girls shouldn't be trusted to destroy things at 1:43. Not only is she breaking the only actual window the the house (which is borded up for some reason, likely because the sun causes her pasty goth skin to melt off or something), she totally fails at breaking a shitty, made-in-china plate in the process. I own plates like that. They break if you look at them mean and threaten to etch an acorn into them.
We then resume the breaking of random shit, like a computer montior that happens to be sitting on her floor (maybe she thought it was a lavalamp when she bought it), an end table (while trying to hit the bottle on top of it), and the only door to the place, which has "THIS IS MY HOUSE" sprayed on it, apparently incase she or the band happen to forget where they live. I'm sure if you looked at these things symbolically, you could get some form of intelligent, deep meaning, but that's for fucking hippies and people who actually give a shit.
Now, cut to the scene that bothers me the most.
See, the song is called "Stingwray", and is about the lead singer's wife's Corvette Stingray (her last name is Wray). In the next bit, our hero and his psycho destructive woman are getting busy while driving what appears to be NOT A FUCKING STINGRAY. Besides the annoying fact that psycho woman appears to give incredibly dull handjobs (she definately lost my affections at this point), that just strikes me as incredibly,incredibly stupid. All this video critisim aside, I know for a fact that the singer OWNS a Stingray, and I can see no reason at all why he'd use a Z28 for the video instead.
The next few parts are the bass player trying to knock the house down by kicking it (which might work), and the singer driving around looking as stoned as John Travolta in Pulp Fiction while his girlfriend throws herself at him. At two minutes and fifty seconds in, the band finally gives up any semblance of trying to play their instruments and begin a variety of fistpumps instead.
At 3:13, BlackMetal Nordic Bassman decides to play hide and seek, and about that time, Psycho Woman begins pummeling the shit out of the discoballs. Combined with the lame handjob and the singer's need to fuck his Flying V guitar at the start, my settled opinion is that this whole video is just a metaphor for blue balls. Infact, the next minute has nothing in it besides ball stomping, smashing, and in the case of the band, sucking. The video ends with the singer looking like he just came hardcore in his pants.
Well, I'm bored of this now. I was just about to get to the punchline, but frankly, I'm suprised anyone bothered to read all that shit anyway, so I'll save it until next time.
7.3.10
5.3.10
2.3.10
Your porn just makes me concerned.
"Max Surrender" makes some of the weirdest porn I've ever heard about or seen. A certain Mexican was telling me aobut it today, so out of intense boredom, I actually checked it out.
I only watched two clips, but here's a quick review of how it seems to work:
Two chicks get into a wrestling ring.
They make very little pretense about they're wrestling skills, and pretty much just pull at eachothers clothes for a few minutes.
Then, they start to hook up in a weird combination of violent movements and leg holds.
The video goes on like that, till one of them gives up (apparently for being "submissively horny"). The other one then gets to fuck her vigorously with a strap on.
Not really my cup of tea, but to be honest, what really put me off it was towards the end of the video. "Vigorous" might be a gentle word for the strap on part, but I knew it was too much for me when the one girl grabbed the other BY THE NOSTRILS while doing her from behind, and lifted her off the ground.
Believe me, I was impressed since I doubt I could pick someone up by thier nose, but much more scared than any sort of aroused. It's weird what people find sexy.
This is the type of post that happens when I get tired enough for the Incan monkey gods to tell me what to write. I should sleep, pronto.
Miss Piggy just does it for some people, I guess.
I only watched two clips, but here's a quick review of how it seems to work:
Two chicks get into a wrestling ring.
They make very little pretense about they're wrestling skills, and pretty much just pull at eachothers clothes for a few minutes.
Then, they start to hook up in a weird combination of violent movements and leg holds.
The video goes on like that, till one of them gives up (apparently for being "submissively horny"). The other one then gets to fuck her vigorously with a strap on.
Not really my cup of tea, but to be honest, what really put me off it was towards the end of the video. "Vigorous" might be a gentle word for the strap on part, but I knew it was too much for me when the one girl grabbed the other BY THE NOSTRILS while doing her from behind, and lifted her off the ground.
Believe me, I was impressed since I doubt I could pick someone up by thier nose, but much more scared than any sort of aroused. It's weird what people find sexy.
This is the type of post that happens when I get tired enough for the Incan monkey gods to tell me what to write. I should sleep, pronto.
Miss Piggy just does it for some people, I guess.
1.3.10
The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words. George Orwell made this clear in his novel 1984. But another way to control the minds of people is to control their perceptions. If you can get them to see the world as you do, they will think as you do. Comprehension follows perception. How do you get them to see the reality you see? After all, it is only one reality out of many. Images are a basic constituent: pictures. This is why the power of TV to influence young minds is so staggeringly vast. Words and pictures are synchronized. The possibility of total control of the viewer exists, especially the young viewer. TV viewing is a kind of sleep-learning. An EEG of a person watching TV shows that after about half an hour the brain decides that nothing is happening, and it goes into a hypnoidal twilight state, emitting alpha waves. This is because there is such little eye motion. In addition, much of the information is graphic and therefore passes into the right hemisphere of the brain, rather than being processed by the left, where the conscious personality is located. Recent experiments indicate that much of what we see on the TV screen is received on a subliminal basis. We only imagine that we consciously see what is there. The bulk of the messages elude our attention; literally, after a few hours of TV watching, we do not know what we have seen. Our memories are spurious, like our memories of dreams; the blank are filled in retrospectively. And falsified. We have participated unknowingly in the creation of a spurious reality, and then we have obligingly fed it to ourselves. We have colluded in our own doom.
I'll finish up here later, I have to go make spaghetti.
I'll finish up here later, I have to go make spaghetti.
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