Sunday, September 6, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Does a bear shit in the woods?
Todays rant. Short and sweet. People that ask "oh did that tattoo hurt?"
Try jabbing your arm with a needle about 60 times a second, and whilst that is occouring, drag that needle along your arm, over and over and over again. For 4 hours straight.
Yes you moron it hurt.
Try jabbing your arm with a needle about 60 times a second, and whilst that is occouring, drag that needle along your arm, over and over and over again. For 4 hours straight.
Yes you moron it hurt.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Won't somebody just forget about the children for a moment?
What is wrong with the parents of today?
I must start off by saying not all parents are crazy (DeeDub, Mookie... I'm looking at you two), but with people out there trying to get t-shirts banned and removed from sale over slogans on it are just insane.
This is what I am talking about.
http://mamamia.com.au/weblog/2009/08/are-cotton-on-on-crack.html
People who feel the need to make the world so safe and take away all the fun from the world so they can sleep at night knowing that they have done their part to make the world a better place. I mean, these are slogans on children's T-Shirts. They are humorous. They make people laugh, and the kids wearing them will have no idea what they say, and by the time they can read them, they will have outgrown the t-shirts by about... four years. And they wont be in their teens till they understand the meanings of what they were wearing, and by then, they will find it funny themselves and probably be wanting to show the photos off to their friends proving they were cool from day one.
Why do these kind of people feel the need to ruin everyone's fun. Would it not be easier to, I don't know, NOT buy the t-shirt if you don't like it? I mean, fuck, I would not go out and buy a piece of clothing I didn't like, so why is this any different? Does your child really need to be protected from some words printed on some fabric? Sure, I don't have any children of my own, but I hope that if I ever am that lucky, I sure hope I have enough common sense to be a decent parent, and not an overprotective, ignorant twat.
And its not just these t-shirt haters I am talking about.
Parents who want to nanny their kids, stop them from being kids. The ones that wont let them play football on the weekends because its too rough, or play in the sandpit as there could be a needle in there. Or swim at public pools because someone else's little kid might of used it as a bathroom.
The world isn't a perfect place, and kids sometimes need a little of the bad to help them grow up good, and by treating them the way you do, they will miss out on some of the most fun and exciting bits of their life, and miss out on learning lessons they will never forget. How do you think I learnt that you should not play with bees? It wasn't by my parents keeping me inside and away from them....
These parents may as well put your child in a giant bubble and not let them out of your sight.
I must start off by saying not all parents are crazy (DeeDub, Mookie... I'm looking at you two), but with people out there trying to get t-shirts banned and removed from sale over slogans on it are just insane.
This is what I am talking about.
http://mamamia.com.au/weblog/2009/08/are-cotton-on-on-crack.html
People who feel the need to make the world so safe and take away all the fun from the world so they can sleep at night knowing that they have done their part to make the world a better place. I mean, these are slogans on children's T-Shirts. They are humorous. They make people laugh, and the kids wearing them will have no idea what they say, and by the time they can read them, they will have outgrown the t-shirts by about... four years. And they wont be in their teens till they understand the meanings of what they were wearing, and by then, they will find it funny themselves and probably be wanting to show the photos off to their friends proving they were cool from day one.
Why do these kind of people feel the need to ruin everyone's fun. Would it not be easier to, I don't know, NOT buy the t-shirt if you don't like it? I mean, fuck, I would not go out and buy a piece of clothing I didn't like, so why is this any different? Does your child really need to be protected from some words printed on some fabric? Sure, I don't have any children of my own, but I hope that if I ever am that lucky, I sure hope I have enough common sense to be a decent parent, and not an overprotective, ignorant twat.
And its not just these t-shirt haters I am talking about.
Parents who want to nanny their kids, stop them from being kids. The ones that wont let them play football on the weekends because its too rough, or play in the sandpit as there could be a needle in there. Or swim at public pools because someone else's little kid might of used it as a bathroom.
The world isn't a perfect place, and kids sometimes need a little of the bad to help them grow up good, and by treating them the way you do, they will miss out on some of the most fun and exciting bits of their life, and miss out on learning lessons they will never forget. How do you think I learnt that you should not play with bees? It wasn't by my parents keeping me inside and away from them....
These parents may as well put your child in a giant bubble and not let them out of your sight.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Turn it up a little, those guys in china can't quite hear it..
Whats upsetting me today?
People who listen to music. Loudly. In public. On their speaker phones.
I don't care what music you listen to, if it makes you bop your head or tap your feet, good for you. I like everything from Punk Rock to Hip Hop and Electronica, and everything in between. From Pink Floyd to Puff Daddy, Andy C to Andy Smith, Bad Religion to Bad Company... Its all good.
Whats not good is little 17 year old punks who have no respect for anyone, and listen to Tupac Shakur on their phones speaker whilst out in public acting all tough and gangster. You know the type, loud as a motorbike, but they wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight, let alone actually throw a punch when confronted. No one thinks you are cool. No one thinks you are tough. No one is threatened by you and your 'bluds' in your Fubu gear. Some a little respect and wear some earphones.
Not only are you annoying and disrespecting other people by invading their ears with your music, but the fact you are listening to it through your phones speaker, which is meant for voice conversations, makes your music sound terrible. Its tinny, there is no mid and low end, and it clips when you turn the volume all the way to 11.
Thank god I have noise cancelling ear plugs, and don't have to listen to your crap. If only I could bag your head and not have to look at your ugly face either.
People who listen to music. Loudly. In public. On their speaker phones.
I don't care what music you listen to, if it makes you bop your head or tap your feet, good for you. I like everything from Punk Rock to Hip Hop and Electronica, and everything in between. From Pink Floyd to Puff Daddy, Andy C to Andy Smith, Bad Religion to Bad Company... Its all good.
Whats not good is little 17 year old punks who have no respect for anyone, and listen to Tupac Shakur on their phones speaker whilst out in public acting all tough and gangster. You know the type, loud as a motorbike, but they wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight, let alone actually throw a punch when confronted. No one thinks you are cool. No one thinks you are tough. No one is threatened by you and your 'bluds' in your Fubu gear. Some a little respect and wear some earphones.
Not only are you annoying and disrespecting other people by invading their ears with your music, but the fact you are listening to it through your phones speaker, which is meant for voice conversations, makes your music sound terrible. Its tinny, there is no mid and low end, and it clips when you turn the volume all the way to 11.
Thank god I have noise cancelling ear plugs, and don't have to listen to your crap. If only I could bag your head and not have to look at your ugly face either.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Clapping during a movie.
Holy shit.
So I like to enjoy in watching a film every now and again. You get to hang out with some friends, without having to think and have real conversation, and after the movie, there is a topic of conversation that you can share your opinion on quite easily. It's relaxing and requires little effort.
Tonight I went and saw 'The ugly truth'. Yeah ok, its a total chick flick, but my bestie wanted to watch it, I hadn't really spent time with her in quite a while, so was happy to go along. And besides, Katherine Heigl plays the female lead, and I would totally do bad things to her.
The movie itself wasn't to bad. It had funny moments. It had typical girly movie 'Awww' moments. It had sad moments. The storyline was wafer thin and very typical of the genre... Girl hates boy 1, girl loves boy 2, boy 1 helps girl get with boy 2, girl realises it was boy 1 all along she loved. It was a little cheesy, and a little sappy, very predictable, not something I'd usually go and see, but wasn't a total waste of money either. I mean, Katherine Heigl. What more do you need?
What grinded me gears about this evenings outing though? Not the fact I had to watch a gorgeous blonde act in an average movie for an hour and a half (and here is another picture of her, just because).
No, it was other cinema patrons. I can understand people laughing at the funny bits... I can kind of understand the lesser intelligent people laughing at the toilet humor not so funny bits. What I can't understand, is people clapping and cheering.
Its not like a stage show, where the actors can hear and appreciate your applause at the end of the performance. There was no thigh slapping comedy moments. There was absolutely no need to put your hands together and make some noise. All it resulted in, was the rest of the cinema patrons not being able to hear the next three lines of dialogue. And it was not just one person. There were at least 15 or 20 people doing it. Clapping when a lame joke was made. Clapping when the girl kisses the boy she loves. Clapping as the credits roll.
Maybe they just learnt how to clap? I'm really not sure... but it made me wish I had a clap so I could pop some bullets and shut them the fuck up.
So I like to enjoy in watching a film every now and again. You get to hang out with some friends, without having to think and have real conversation, and after the movie, there is a topic of conversation that you can share your opinion on quite easily. It's relaxing and requires little effort.
Tonight I went and saw 'The ugly truth'. Yeah ok, its a total chick flick, but my bestie wanted to watch it, I hadn't really spent time with her in quite a while, so was happy to go along. And besides, Katherine Heigl plays the female lead, and I would totally do bad things to her.The movie itself wasn't to bad. It had funny moments. It had typical girly movie 'Awww' moments. It had sad moments. The storyline was wafer thin and very typical of the genre... Girl hates boy 1, girl loves boy 2, boy 1 helps girl get with boy 2, girl realises it was boy 1 all along she loved. It was a little cheesy, and a little sappy, very predictable, not something I'd usually go and see, but wasn't a total waste of money either. I mean, Katherine Heigl. What more do you need?
What grinded me gears about this evenings outing though? Not the fact I had to watch a gorgeous blonde act in an average movie for an hour and a half (and here is another picture of her, just because).No, it was other cinema patrons. I can understand people laughing at the funny bits... I can kind of understand the lesser intelligent people laughing at the toilet humor not so funny bits. What I can't understand, is people clapping and cheering.
Its not like a stage show, where the actors can hear and appreciate your applause at the end of the performance. There was no thigh slapping comedy moments. There was absolutely no need to put your hands together and make some noise. All it resulted in, was the rest of the cinema patrons not being able to hear the next three lines of dialogue. And it was not just one person. There were at least 15 or 20 people doing it. Clapping when a lame joke was made. Clapping when the girl kisses the boy she loves. Clapping as the credits roll.
Maybe they just learnt how to clap? I'm really not sure... but it made me wish I had a clap so I could pop some bullets and shut them the fuck up.
Monday, August 10, 2009
So this is what blogging is like hey...
I'm just starting off nice and slow, so don't expect me to be getting all up in your grill from the get go homeboy. But this section of interblag is all about downing a bottle of haterade and saying what you really think. Stay tuned for some burning.
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