I've been playing alot of online games with my buddy Paul lately. We have decided to form a "clan", for the sake of lulzy goodness. This strikes me as slightly nerdy, but the thought of loading a stagecoach to the tits with tomahawk-and-molotov-hurling cowboys makes me chuckle.

I don't really have much else to say, I just felt I should blog something.

Print.

No chance of money, eh?

To the Dawson friends:

If you have not spoken to me in over a year, maybe at least pretend to be interested before asking me to hook you up with Prince George drugs. Simply asking, then going offline when I say no, kind of makes me think you're a piece of shit.

Most of you have done this, with the exception of Lindsay, who doesn't do drugs, and Brianna, who asked, but talks to me every day anyway, and I will re-iterate what I said before I moved:

I don't miss any of you.

Dennis "NOFX Douchebag" Demoira

Dennis Demiria has been trying to talk to me on MSN for a while now. For those unfamilliar with that name, Dennis is one of those casual aquiantances I rarely mention because no one seems to think he exists.

I can, however, explain why that is in this case. For one, Dennis lived here about a month, as far as I can tell, and spent that month alternating between doing ecstasy and playing guitar with me and Lucas (who is also the only person I'm personally aware of that has ever met my elusive friend Ian, not counting Alex, who has a lame memory, and the 'Slyder' bunch, who are all much older. Infact, he probably knows more about him nowadays than I do). Accordingly, he wasn't really exposed to many people, and the person who introduced us (Alex) is typical of his other friends - she spent enough time being stoned that she apparently has no memory of him. If you couple that with the fact that he was very much so a self-righteous prick, it actually makes alot of sense why no one remembers him.

Anyway, Dennis was essentially an asshole, and really the only reason I remember him myself is that he'd occasionally show up at my Grandparent's (where I was living at the time), all strung out, and looking for someone to take care of him.

Eventually, his constant trips and general douchery got him kicked out of his Aunt's place, where he was staying, and of course, he called me. Alot of people do for some reason, most likely because I was the first of my friends to own a car. After another talk down session, it was decided I would drive him to Grande Prarie.

To make a really long story short, I did. And despite his assurances, I never, ever heard from him again, nor was I repaid the favour. Really, Brendan Terrel is likely the only person I've helped in this way who has.

Anyway. I don't get why he's trying to talk to me now, so it is block and delete time before I end up 'helping' him with some other shit. Shoulda helped me track that acid down when I asked ya, fucker.

I think Tylar's becomming a communist. This makes me lawl for two reasons:

1. No one with a little thing called 'common sense' actually thinks Communism works. The fact it's completely failed all across the planet, literally everywhere it's been tried, and typically sells out all of it's principles by the time the collapse happens, should be some kind of really, really obvious evidence.

2. While I have no respect for Tylar (she's a weak-willed lying bitch 90% of the time. The other 10% of the time, you've just fallen for her bullshit - I know you may disagree with this, dear reader, but consider how I feel about most of your shitty loser friends. I also realize "people change", so I suppose I should change the "is" to a "was" for fairness), I know she's intelligent enough to realize what most people realize when they hit 15 or 16and start reading newspapers: Communism is just a sham. Even in it's purest form, there is more chance of the rapture occuring (and being a postitive thing) than a functional nation successfully adopting Communism. Cuba doesn't count - it's socialist at best, and has/had an excellent dictator. Neither does Poland, or Czechloslovakia, two of the few places any form of far-left system has worked.


It's not that capitalism is any better. I'm quite honestly becoming convinced the earth would be better off losing three quarters of it's population and simply returning to a form of agrarian anarchism. It's not horribly realistic, but it's much more honest than any other system I can think of, and still has a better chance of happening than working communism.


I started school again today. Can you tell?

Related to that, I'm supposed to write an essay on this movie called "Finding Forrester", which is a good show, but not well suited to writing about in regards to character development. For one, almost all of the main character's real developments happen off-screen, and are mostly just alluded to. Forrester, by contrast, changes significantly throughout the whole movie, something which is in fact brought on by Jamal's (the main character) lack of change from his principles. On top of that, I can't really emphathize with an inner city black kid, since.. well, I'm not an inner city black kid. As a matter of fact, I've never even met a black person while sober.

I guess we'll see how it goes.

My cat, Bear, shits on the bed. I don't know what to do about it. While I've always wondered what a cat would taste like, little Bear is like the cutest little shoulder kitten ever, and I can't really bring myself to get rid of him in any sense of the word.

He'll spend most of his time climbing your body or sitting on your shoulders, and he growls and roars like a tiny bear (thus the name). He is also one of the few cats that comes when you call them.

But, in the end, he still shits the bed, and I'm pretty much out of ideas.

I am tempted to call this "Character Development"

You know, now that I'm a little bit older and actual realize people are somewhat important, I really hope I told you that at some point.

I mean, I was a HUGE dick to you in alot of ways. I still think it balances out, to be honest, but you were always a pretty good friend when it really came down to it, and that counts for alot.

If not, consider this my "Safeway" moment. I've got a freakish memory, so you might not remember what I'm talking about.

But I feel better about it now anyway.


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I just noticed that Badlands has virtually the exact same soundtrack as True Romance. I wish I could have been the guy who got rich making xylophone music for light hearted serial killer movies.

I have decided that I'd like to go to Cambodia some day. In order to do this, I plan to fake my own death eventually to escape any sort of financial entanglement and family life I will inevitably have. This will be easier than I first had thought, and will allow me enough money to get whereever I need to be, provided the economy doesn't collapse in the next thirty years or so. I don't think I'd come back, just steadily drift around Eurasia until I died, or got tired of it and decided to move to the states.



I'm not really joking.

Maybe I just don't understand the situation.

Every time I read about Greece in the news, I laugh a little*. What a bunch of complete fuck ups.

If your country is flat broke, your economy failing, etc. etc., maybe protesting isn't a great idea, because:

A) Between the infighting and the lack of any sort of organization, the protest will achieve pretty much nothing. In fact, it's actually pretty hard to figure out what you're really protesting. "Oh noes, our country is broke. I will go hold a sign and throw molotovs until this is fixed!"? "We are out of money, so I will go and stand infront of parliament!"?

B) Going on strike because your country is broke is like drilling holes in your leaky boat to help let water out. Seriously, is the average IQ of a Greek somewhere around room temperature?

Really, I guess point A is the same as point B. "Protesting" the fact you live in a shitty country just makes absolutely no sense to me. It's like protesting about it being Thursday.

It's not like you're going to get paid more money or something because you're being a little bitch about things. Your country will just sink, and we'll get to see what happens when a country completely collapses and can't just start a World War to fix it.


*The fact that most of the pictures included are of Greeks dressed up as Spartans, carrying garbage can lids as hoplite shields and wielding crick bats and wooden swords, does not help this. Seriously, I am sadly not joking about this, some of them even have red capes and all. The news footage looks like a mix between Alexander and The Warriors.

Some people look at him and go "wow, that looks really dull and lonely.", get their stuff, then leave.

I look at him and go "Wow, you make more money than I ever will simply by sitting on your couch and redistributing what someone else worked for." and wish I could have gotten in on it at some point.

I think it's funny how drug dealers are percieved nowadays. If you sell drugs, you're looked at as some sort of failure.

Really, let's think about this. Person A goes to school, works hard, gets into a good university, spends thousands of dollars to study up, then becomes, say, a doctor, making around a hundred grand a year, most of which goes to paying back the schooling they've spent most of their life taking.

Person B quits highschool at sixteen, and goes to work at McDonald's. He starts selling on the side. Assuming he sells at least three ounces a day (which I will usually buy by myself when I pick up, provided I have the money), he's made AT LEAST a hundred dollars, plus whatever his real job pays. That adds up to a minimum of around 30 thousand dollars a year. That's nearly a third of what person A makes, minimum. If person B sells more than that, which is incredibly likely, they will make even more. Replace the pot with somethig like coke, and you're making more than Person A by quite a bit.

Now, consider how much time and money person A spent to become a doctor and make that kind of cash. Consider the amount of effort Person B put in proportionate to that.

Now, consider this. Person A decides he HATES being a doctor. It's too bad he's in debt now and can't do anything else. Person B hates being a dealer. So he stops and does something else.

See what I mean? While I agree with the premise that selling drugs isn't a great accomplishment in life because it IS so easy, neither is wasting most of your life to be just as unhappy with things.

As another example, look at me and Lisa. Up until this year, I made more mostly legitimate money than anyone I know (excluding like, my rich uncle), and have not finished grade ten. Lisa went to school for massage therapy, decided she didn't want to do it, and now has a couple thousand dollars to pay back. I'm pretty sure she's never made over ten bucks and hour, despite her college education and honor roll grades. Even unemployed, a basic knowledge of gardening garnered from spending more time playing with peas and potatoes than going to school means I can theoretically make 10 times what she makes working her ass off at the hotel, simply by "adding water".

And on an also somewhat related note:

FUCK OFF. Seriously. I can't even go on facebook anymore. You're always on, and constantly feel the need to tell me how horribly and completely you've fucked up your life, and enjoyed doing so.

YOu'd think, judging by the way I reply to you with no more than one or two words, that you would clue in.

But no. YOu just message and message until I express some tiny fake amount of interest in you.

Blah.

Saw you got Facebook today. Thought I'd deleted ya, but nope, you showed up in the "from your contacts" sidebar.

I was wondering what you've been up to since my last week at the casino, when a "DeVitt" started there.

Anyhow, I don't really want to talk to you anymore, but it's nice to know you aren't dead or homeless or something.


On a quasi-related note:

Lindsay and I were talking today, and it came up that we'd never hooked up. While this is definately the best way for things to have turned out (I generally don't like talking to those I sleep with when I'm done sleeping with them, and at the age when this would have occured, she likely would have been no exception), it does seem REALLY weird we never did.

I mean, you think about the fact we dated, we drank together a bunch, and we even ended up in the tub once or twice (LAWL). It sort of seems like we would have just kinda gone "eh, wanna have sex?" at some point.

There are of course some reasons for this (besides the lack of attraction) that I can think of, which I won't share here, but considering how long we've known eachother, and the general lack of boundaries in our friendship, etc. etc. just sort of seems odd.


On a related-yet-unrelated-note:

Been thinking about getting rid of my facebook lately. Why? The only person I every talk to on there, that I actually want to talk to, is Lindsay. We usually talk for a few minutes once a month or so.

The rest of the time, I get a million fucking messages (and accordingly, emails) from people, telling me "Oh hey, I got kicked out of my house, but I have shrooms so life is great" and shit like that. It's really fucking depressing.

I mean really. My life kinda sucks, and I still think I'm doing better than most of the people in DC. That's just sad.


Speaking of things that suck, Tracey and Shea got fired from the Casino too, so they've virtually purged the whole night shift now. I'm pretty convinced Shea got me fired, so I have no sympathy for him, but sucks for Tracey.

Anyway, that's it for now.



A change from the usual sorts of music.

I never really realized it before, but Fraggle Rock is actually a pretty technically impressive show. I mean, the intro alone has like forty fucking puppets in it, and they're all singing in union. While there's only probably ten or so actual voices in there, the fact that Jim Henson could find that many people capable of doing the weird Fraggle singing voice sure impressed me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7TTk_0XYn4

I'm unable to embed it, but it's worth watching.

On top of that, excepting the scenes with the fat troll things (which are impressive due to the scaling and such, as are the little dudes in the intro, which, if I remember, are Doozers), there's always at least ten fraggles on screen doing things, in a well designed set that fits it all without showing strings or obviously being designed to hide things.

While looking for the intro, I found this. When you add DJ Kool to anything, it = the best ever. Add in the inhereint awesomeness of Fraggles, and, well.



I also managed to find a whole episode, and quite a few more are available. It's not a bad one, though it's a little different from the version I saw the other day.



It's a musical kids show, which means I should hate it, but childhood memories, and the fact that it's just a nice show, make me actually kind of like it.

So yeah, you should like Fraggles, cause they're actually pretty cool, and a perfect stoner show.


On a completely unrelated note, having only one decent 24 hour background channel has not messed with my sanity in any way. Nope.