lol @ Jeremy.

Trekkies Bash New Star Trek Film As 'Fun, Watchable'


Here's the kicker, at first Josh thought this was a REAL news report....

The internet has finally failed me...

...but it's not the internet's fault. It's the fault of people, as usual. Today I finally snapped. I'm so sick of every single facet of the internet that allows for comments becoming a fucking religious/atheist debate. Who the hell cares?! That being said, if my comment page turns into one such debate, that would be entirely hilarious, and perfectly ironic. Despite that fact, I will still be pissed.

Fuck everyone that still debates that. I'll settle it right now: NO GOD. Happy? No? Go stand on a milk box and tell someone who cares. THE INTERNET DESERVES BETTER....

Like this

Holy...

I found this article this morning while in a history 321 lecture. My favourite part is when they said a man is worth two women, so she could only ruin one of his eyes. I'm torn between choosing Islamic Law, or the rejected acid thrower, as my fuck that guy of the day. I'm going to go with the acid thrower. What an asshole.

For Jeremy:

http://community.livejournal.com/watchdom/125379.html

This is that thing I was telling you about.

It was nice out today

The weather today has been insane. This morning it was cold and cloudy. Then in the afternoon is was incredibly warm, like drive with the windows down and enjoy the warm air type of warm, but SNOWING AT THE SAME TIME with perfectly formed little snow flakes. Now it's a huge windy awful cold blizzard. I LOVE MARCH!

And this link:

Saturday Morning Watchmen

Of all the blogs in all of the internet, I had to walk into this one....

Here's my fuck that guy of the decade:

http://closertothemicrophone.blogspot.com/2008/12/recovering-covered.html

But I digress...

On another note, I got uncontrollably compelled to drink while on the bus home today. Thank heavens the bus goes right by a liquor store. I drank half a bottle of baileys in one large coffee on my walk home. It was a beautiful day. Felt like summer it was so sunny. Minus the wind, it was pleasant outside. I almost didn't neat my coat. All in good time. I am so anxious for spring it's ridiculous!

EDIT:

I forgot this gem:


http://closertothemicrophone.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-saturday-i-went-to-see.html

Seriously...fuck that guy.

Uggggh

Six days before my birthday, I somehow hurt my back, and it's only gotten worse! This is terrible, because the psychological effect of turning 21, coupled with having this injury that makes me feel like an old geriatric, is completely detrimental. Good thing my job doesn't require heavy lifting...

OO NOEZ

I'm legal in America now. Time to spend my college fund on gambling. My youth is official squandered.

RIP

This is for all of my enlightened friends, and my brother who likes Conan.

Enjoy....

MY GOD

to quote my boss, "This little girl is either totally insane or a genius. Or both."

TIMMY CAN'T CONFESS DUE TO DISABILITY! DOES THAT MEAN HE'LL GO TO HELL?!

I'm reading an awesome book right now called "The Dream of Reason: a History of Philosophy from the Greeks to the Renaissance" In it, the writer explains some aspects of Pythagorean philosophies, including the belief that

"...geometry which is deserving of study is that which at each new theorem, sets up a platform to ascend by, and lifts the soul on high instead of allowing it to go down among [physical objects perceived by the senses] and so become subservient to the common needs of this mortal life."

If that's true, what if you're dyslexic? Makes me think of the dumb catholic man who can't confess his sins. Only with math.

Having said that, I have no fuck that guy of the day. Maybe my rage is finally subsiding.

Holy shit

Hold the fucking phones. I just realized my blog has consistently dropped in posts each year. And my first year of it started halfway through. This has to stop. And not just nonsense posts like this, but actual legit pieces. I suck. But no one reads this anyway so whatever.

So I guess it's 2009 now...

Whatever. I got drunk and did a countdown, no biggie. Now I have bigger fish to fry...Well, not exactly. School starts next week which I am completely not ready for. My amazing atheistmas present for Jeremy didn't arrive, which blows. I promised him I would post a puzzle piece a day from a photo of it, but I can't do it from my work computer, so I will once I get home!!! Paypal is my official fuck that guy of last month. But it's January now, so I'll have to curse someone else's name. I'll just curse New Years Resolutions. Fuck those. I never made them, and people that do are ridiculous.

Merry Atheistmas!

So for Christmas my brother got me the book "The God Delusion" by Richard Dawkins. I loved the irony of celebrating an imaginary God's hypothetical son's birthday by getting a book about how he doesn't exist. This morning my good friend/relative/boss Bryndis sent me the link to Bill Maher's new documentary "Religulous" I love Christmas for all the wrong reasons.




...and I got a 120 gig ipod. Life's pretty sweet.

My fuck that guy of the day is every jerk, myself and Yeshwa included, who piled into the mall on boxing day (today). I only wanted new pants. My old pants that I bougth when I was 18 finally wore out and ripped all over the place so I had to. Josh made me buy a TV.





At least it's snowing!!!! YAY!

I am become death.

There are few things in the world I hate more than malls during Christmas*. I've had a history of falling victim to my own misinterpretations of what could be called "normal" mall behaviour by mindless consumers, which, subsequently, has lead me to want to set off a pipe bomb in the busiest sections of West Edmonton Mall**. But that's a whole other story. In fact, I'd more than likely be just as content doing so at Prince George's shining star, the Pine Center Mall***. Only not as content.

Anyway, I had to spend roughly and hour in the mall today. Generally speaking, there are only three reasons I go to the mall:
1. To visit Yeshwa
2. To vandalize the bathroom stalls
3. To see if there is any yarn worth stealing at Zellars.

Other than that, I usually have no reason to set foot in there. But, everytime I do go there, there is a new reason to be disgusted with people and want to wash myself in bleach. On my last visit, my blood boiled for one reason: Christmas Shopping.

SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE? Everyone at the mall today (minus my friend Jon I ran into who was buying a phone from Josh) are my official fuck that(those) guy(s) of the holiday season. But don't worry, that's subject to change because Christmas fucking pisses me off. You know what, fuck it, I can have multiple fuck that guys per entry, so I declare the prick who owns Pine Center my other official Fuck that guy of the day.

I just had to get that off of my chest. Now that that's over with, here's a photo for everyone's enjoyment. So please, enjoy!



Author's Notes:

*Whacky fundamentalists aside...
**I aint no terrorists, and I'm not going to bomb no mall. Or anything for that matter.
***Not even this one.

RAAAAR

Fuck people in love. Including myself. It's the worst idea. It's just a trick to make children. Don't fall for it.

Love is my official fuck that of the century.

NAZIS!!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0V7JpgXQvk&NR=1


Here Jeremy, you always wanted to see more Double-ya double-ya two loonie toones cartoons.

Women are stupid and I don't respect them.

Do you know what's worse than punk elitists? Feminists. And do you know what's worse than feminists? People who feel they have to be feminist for you.

If you read my last post, you'll know I was at a punk show on Sunday. What I failed to mention was before the show had started, Grace and I were watching youtube videos with a group of other people waiting for the show to get going. We watched things like the Washington Rap, among other things. But we found out that someone we knew had never heard the wonderfully satirical Jon Lajoie song "Show me your Genitals" In light of this, we found it, plugged our computer into the P.A. and listened with great joy to his mock-mysogynistic masterpiece.

Grace and I sang along gleefully, unaware that apparnetly we were being offensive? Apparently, in a room full of adults, two independant, informed, empowered women can't laugh at this song without being frowned upon. It turns out one of the members of the headlining band were offended at our sense of humour. Now, unless I'm wrong--because I did not hear this first hand, but through an e mail from the promoter which I won't even begin to describe because it was such a farce--it seems that this member of the band, who happens to be a man, found it sad that we would demean ourselves by finding the content of the song funny. When I read this, I nearly puked I found it so funny. If anything, I find his comment mysogynistic. Am I too simple minded to understand why this is offensive? Maybe I should go back into the kitchen and bake me some bisquits and not concern myself with things like IRONY and SARCASM. Pardon me for being sooo offensive to myself. I'm really ashamed that my behaviour was so immature...not.

My Dad has a really great saying that he probably heard from someone else:

"If you can't laugh at yourself, you're the only one."

It's sad that some people can't seem to laugh at anything. At least I can say I've had more than a few laughs today.

So, in closing, would be feminists are my official "Fuck that guy" of the day.

Punk elitists ftw.

So I keep going to punk rock shows with my pal Grace and her dude man Geoff. Anyway, so the other night we were at this show, and Geoff was doing sound check for this lady who was unknown to us.

Now, I mean no disrespect, but this girl was hands down the most disrespectful performer I have ever seen. She was unnecessarily insistent about particulars about her sound (that, in my opinion made no sense). She demanded to just play guitar through her amp, and Geoff insisted micing it, which she insisted would ruin her sound. Geoff insisted that he could make her sound good, and she insisted she didn't want to sound good, she wanted to sound "raw".


Then, [perhaps] verbatim, this is what she said to Geoff: "I don't want some elitist punk kid taking over my sound and telling me what to do"

Pretty fucking bitchy considering Geoff was being the most reasonable sound guy in history.

Anyway, so the night goes on, and Geoff's band is doing their sound check, and this girl decides to interrupt them, and tells them they're doing it wrong. At this point I was completely floored that this n00b would come into a venue these guys have played in since they were 15, and demand they do their sound differently. She said they were too loud, and that they were trying too hard to make themselves seem bigger than they are. (they are a punk band....pretty much) What was funny is Sheldon, The Throwbacks' guitarist, kept calmly talking to her exclusively through a microphone even though she was 5 feet away from him. It was a ridiculous scene.

So that ridiculousness aside, she goes on stage for her set. I'm hoping I'll be completely floored by her performance, so I stand off to the side, ready to snap some photos.

But here comes the kicker. The great punchline to all of this. The first thing she says when she goes on stage:

"Hi guys, I'm new to town and this is my first time playing in front of people."

...

In case you missed it, she not only pushed everyone around about sound engineering, generally tried to cause havoc and displayed a dauntingly huge ego, but...she'd never EVER played before? At all?!

I think this goes without saying, but this lady was my official "fuck that guy" of the day.

Oh, she also got upset when a girl hurt herself moshing (moshing, what?) and proceeded to turn off the sound board and tell the band to stop playing. This ended in a screaming match I unfortunately was not present for.

Those pricks ruin everything....

Whoever owns this Christmas tree farm is my official "Fuck that guy" of the year.