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2010-04-30T16:33:00.011-04:00

They are bastards with stupid bastard beliefs. What do they think they can ban? What the fuck does that even mean anyway, to "ban gay marriage?" Their imaginary bff in the sky has no say over who is in love with whom on this planet. Just because YOU say that something somewhere (that you cannot prove exists but gosh golly you sure hope so cause fags and brown people sure are scary) has spoken on these huge, important matters and JUST SO HAPPENS to side with the argument that you already feel safe with.
They are cowards. They have no spines, no solid backing and no ability to form rational thoughts of their own. Their ability to appreciate humanity for it's individuals is non-existent. They are a caustic cyst of an organism, they are wasting every resource they consume. All of the energy it takes to keep their temporary lives going is wasted in it's conversion through them. I cannot wish for horrible things to happen to them as the hypocrisy (of which they clearly haven't the slightest clue as to it's operation) would be blatantly apparent and wishing for something is equal to praying for something is equal to yelling your dreams into a tree and expecting the tree to make them come true.
This small corner of the universe is not just for their ilk. It was not "designed" just for them and their hatred of decency. Everyone deserves their fair shot at continuing in as healthy and happy a manner as possible without putting anyone else under duress (if at all possible).
Their archaic child raping ring is firing random shots off the bow of it's sinking ship (of medieval fuckery) at groups they were taught to hate all of their shit eating lives. It what way does gay marriage get in the way of their lives and hobbies? Note at this point: child fucking is one of their KNOWN hobbies. They CANNOT distract the humane part of humanity (those outside of the range of their centuries of brain washing and guilt ridden manipulation) with "teh gayz is gonna eatz R babeez!" They do not (and apparently, cannot) understand one simple fact here: YOU HAVE NO AUTHORITY, MORAL OR OTHERWISE.
To us, they are not speaking from on high behind a pulpit made of golden light. They are, in fact, screaming up at us from the detritus of wasted lives and ruined cities.
Society never needed them and it never will. They are a burden and a cancer that pulls down everything beautiful and worthwhile that they come in to contact with. Who knows how many lives have been utterly decimated over the course of their sad, pathetic and consuming existence. How many more will die in Africa alone because they have told a largely uneducated (they hate the spread of knowledge and facts) population that condoms make jebus angry?
I consider that alone to be a damning enough act. Not that damning means anything, there is nowhere to damn them to. It would be a lovely thing, to know that a universal redemption could be had in regards to their extensive villainy. They are not evil in the biblical sense, there's no sense to be had in the drunken tales of goat herders. They are evil in the real sense. Evil in the sense that death has fallen on the houses and hearts of millions of innocent lives in the name of an intangible promise made by profiteers and tyrants.
It's so much easier to control the masses when you have them gripped in fear. That fear grows exponentially when you convince the masses that the torture and punishment do not end in this life but instead continues on into eternity.
They are monsters. They are unabashedly proud of their CHOSEN ignorance. Some of them can clearly see the reality of this stunning universe and yet they SELECTIVELY turn their heads from it. They are the worst. They KNOW better but they BELIEVE worse. If sin were real, it would be all they had in them.
To their herd: They are raping children and YOU are standing by them. They are RAPING CHILDREN and YOU are defending them. THEY ARE RAPING CHILDREN and YOU are not condemning them.
Know that you will burn in the eternity of the social conscience as betrayers of humanity. YOU protect monsters because you were taught to be scared and you willingly perpetuate that fear because becoming a better person is too hard. I hope at least some of you can figure out that it is worth everything to try to rise above the burdens of forced belief.

McCitizen

2010-02-25T18:23:00.001-05:00

Ghey

2009-05-31T05:01:00.001-04:00

I'm such an artist.

2009-05-28T16:21:00.006-04:00

I did this shit. I already put it everywhere. Zaz!

Time bandit!

2009-05-22T09:43:00.007-04:00

The free market economy debate of "Time VS Money" arose for a moment at my work place this morning. A project recently got "OVERTIME APPROOOOOVED!" status and a cohabiting worker commented that he would be remiss to waste any of it (as there is a cap on how much overtime you can accrue). Since overtime is very rarely attainable where I work, I agreed that when you can take advantage of that particular power-up you should, but not at the expense of time set aside for your actual life. Not that time can be set anywhere/when.

Theoretically, one can always make/earn more money. Factually, one cannot make more time.If you find someone who thinks that they have a reasonable argument for time making,you are talking to a corner hobo with a particular psychosis. Tell him you'll stab his heart babies if he doesn't leave you alone.

There is the quandary of "How much is my time worth?" Well, the value of your time is immeasurable, some things considered. If value is equal to the rarity of the object/concept in question, then your time is increasingly valuable. You certainly don't earn more by using what you already have. It can't be banked, borrowed, loaned or transferred in any way. So, I suppose you have to determine that value yourself, and more than likely you will have to change that value as time goes on.

For instance, I very roughly estimated that for every 10 years at a 40 hours per week job, a person winds up committing 2.4 years (24%) of that decade to that job. At this rate, 76% of each decade belongs to you and the things that your various standings in life allow you to do. And that is very, very rough math. Even me mentioning the word math is borderline criminal, as math and I don't agree on me understanding most of it. If it's a dick joke, I get it, I couldn't be more on board. If it's an equation, I'm literally terrified to the point of just yelling dick jokes.

Now, that is not a bad ratio, 7.6:2.4. And, if you happen to be one of the lucky few that gets personal and genuine satisfaction from your job, all the better. The safe bet is that most likely your job is not something that excites, fulfills, challenges or pleases you. At least not to the degree that the things you want to fill your "free" time with do. Personally, any time I spend outside of lifelong friendships, family and playing music is wasted.

So, I tend to see my job as something I don't want to do, using 1/4 of my life occupying a seat at in impersonal desk, carrying out tasks that are hollow to me. It sounds absolutely dismal, but it's really not. It's a neutral job at best/worst. The job itself carries no meaning for me, but the time it takes away does. And I don't do anything about it, of course nobody really does. You don't hear that many tales of BREAKING FREE FROM THE CORPORATE BONDS TO RECONNECT TO GAIA!

I do appreciate that I live when/where I do. I'm still in the prime of my life for my species, living at a time of privilege that has never happened before, built on all the advancements, achievements and sacrifices of everyone before me. I would say I'm lucky, but I don't believe in luck at all. You get where you are almost entirely at random with a little bit of help from self direction. As amazing as The Dark Tower is, there's no Wheel-O-Ka spinning your life tale for you.

If I had a point, I don't know if I'm making it.

I'd love to say I'm quitting here and moving on to something I care about. But it seems that I care about rent, eating and paying back my loans more than I do about the things I care about.

Spend more time doing anything that means anything to you, if you can.

Observe and Report

2009-04-13T10:19:00.000-04:00

was pretty great.

Yo this be bloggin'

2009-01-26T06:58:00.013-05:00

Check this out, I'm blogging.

I blogged so good there.

Hey 2K8, shove it up your 2Kass!

2008-12-24T10:18:00.011-05:00

As inspired by one more neck throttling trip around Ra, here's me trying to remember what 2008 did.

Pandas risked their hearts.

After a few years of playing one or two shows every year (and those mostly being garage themed), the band actually started behaving like one. This is mostly Park's stupid fault since he joined the band this year (despite the loud, organized and actual protests from various loved ones) and injected some much needed plinkity janking and bopping.

We recorded something I actually like (I've never been fully happy with any of the other recordings [Example 1, Example 2] I've been on) in a professional manner, like a bunch of jerks. And we actually have merch now, so buy stuff...Karen and Park.

Shows have been good, and we get hit on like all day long most times. ¹

Managed to continue not living at my parents house.

Does this deserve a bullet point? Sure it does, cause I can't remember most of the year, and shut up.

Not living at home is fantastic. Well, it's mostly entirely fantastic. It's about...it's maybe 80% fantastic. There's bills (ugh, right guys?), laundry (as if!), paying for your own food (say who?!) and not having someone around to get some soda all flat for you when you get food poisoning.

Conversely, there's drinkin' soda in the front room (sick! sick!!), NOT making the bed (get away with it?!), getting boners where/when/who ever and having a jacuzzi tub that you let get really, really dusty and not used.

Most of those were jokes I think, but it gives a good ratio. There's only one (read: two) thing(s) I do not like about my living situation, and there's no more energy in me to word vomit about that particular subject anymore.

Hey SIDS, fuck off!

I made it all the way to 27, barely. I don't know how to feel about that as numbers are a thing I actually believe in, and 30 is for sure a number. The age 30 has the stigma of meaning "Well, you aren't young anymore so knock all that shit off. And your band is now officially a joke." 30 is right around the corner, occasionally poking it's hand out to flip me off. Uncool 30, uncool.

Now, I don't believe in fate/kismet/karma/Gawd our Lawd and Savory/Dio, but it seems as though there's some default amount of "living" I should have gotten out of the way by this age and I don't think I've pulled it off. I'm not upset with how my life has gone, but I probably should have done more with it thus far.

Showed 26 what's up though.²

Totally had my first fever since who knowsish.

I very rarely get noticeably sick (in your face Belz), at least to the point where it's valid for me to stay home from the place that puts 0's and 1's in my bank account. I claimed that this was to balance out my seasonal allergies that made me very murderous while PA has the best weather it has all year. Wonderfully though, my allergies have been fading to almost nothing in the past 3 years and I suppose my body was due for an actual fight instead of that limp wristed allergy shit.

I was tired of not sweating at work and getting dizzy, so I got sick on mad purpose. I tried to act like I wasn't sick for about 3 days of work, but on the 4th day I kept leaking sickly salt water all over my desk and scaring the two temps who I was supposed to provide work for. Instead, I think I gave them what may or may not have been my then bosses phone number and mumbled my way to bed for two days. It was great.

Great diet tip: Get feverishly sick for a week, you'll lose 9 lbs! Not safe, but come bikini season you'll be something that ends this sentence.

Possessions are fleeting, but not in terms of a human's life span.

I wound up gaining pwnership of some things I've been trying to get for a while. The particular guitar I now make horrible sounds with had eluded my grasp for various (read: financial) reasons, but then the government decided to give back a small portion of the money I gave them. It's a mid-level reissued Fender, but I don't care cause it sounds the way I want a guitar to sound. Once I claim this as mine, all will be perfect and discordant.

Later, my car decided to turn it's own engine into a block of useless, so I had to procure a new means of transport. And now I'll be paying for this new one until my butts is old.

I plan on using ye olde tax return to pay off the very computer I'm using nowish.

I can't really think of anything else to waste time with at the moment.

Here's a video from the last Fat Nick's Fish show, which I mentioned to Belz the other day I think? Anywho, the build up is long and just as boring as life, FF to around the 2:40 mark.

¹ The part about getting hit on, entirely untrue.
² 26 knows what it did.

Captain's Vlog, star date: Tits.

2008-12-15T12:55:00.007-05:00

Since this is my first experience with pwning a new transport, maybe others who have been through a similar ordeal can help with a question.

Does my having a new car instill vehicular homicidal tendencies in most drivers around me or am I just noticing manslaughter-esque situations more keenly because I'm in a new car?

If I wind up getting destroyed along with my vehicle, it won't be as horrible as one would think. If my EXP in life has taught me anything, it's that both the car and myself would just blink in and out for a bit and then disappear after the accident, and I would respawn. As everyone knows, most vehicles will not respawn with you and you have to either A) go back to the last checkpoint where you had the vehicle or B) hope some kind of supply depot is up ahead.

Here's my vlog response to Park being so rapid fire with his ASSault. Get it? He's butt. He's just all butt. How can someone who has less free time than me spend it doing that? Park, Fallout 3 isn't going to play itself. But I guess loosing nerd points in one area just to gain them in another isn't going to get you your V-Card back any slower.

And it's also a response to Belz's latest video, which as of typing this I haven't watched yet. The still frame before one plays her video has a child like drawing on it, I don't know how well that bodes for the world. I have to record something when I go home. I already have some footage, which will make everyone regret knowing me and my associates. Pfft, more like ASSociates.

And the internet was eviscerated...

2008-12-07T02:19:00.006-05:00

Today was a nice break. Jordan, Mike and myself went to the Collin's modern day lean-to, and ate Thai food that indicated Annie turns 28 earth years next week. It was fun, and food.

So, I noticed I have a computer and very basic (read: childish) knowledge of what one can do with it.

Sweet Zombie Jesus is my Co-pilot

2008-11-26T13:15:00.001-05:00

I'm going to complain about sports, wow!

The fact that my ears are still able to allow me to hear after countless childhood infections and 11 or so years of being in "rock n' roll" bands is pretty amazing. The damage I have sustained was not enough, however, to protect me from the fallout of yet another big, dumb sports argument.

A couple of gents to my right were discussing holiday weekend plans that, not surprisingly, included watching football throughout Native American Slaughter Day. They seemed to be at odds with one another about which collection of millionaires would be running around playing grab ass the bestest. The root of the argument was based on the idea that each of these fine fellows had (indubitably!) picked the unquestionable winner of certain sporting events in the future, but they had not landed on the same conclusion! Conflict! I'm so FUCKING glad I get to hear this go on for 10 minutes!

And why all the logic crushing that goes on behind choosing to back one team over another?

Sports fan: Oh mayn, the Minnesota FuckPunchers are totally gonna FuckPunch the shit out of the New York Polesmokers!
Logical observer: Oh, have you been following Minnesota's training regiment, statistics, player analysis and track record against New York's current lineup?
Sports fan: Fuck that, I totally LIVE NEAR THEM! WYYOOOO!!! WWWYYYYOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Logical observer: I don't think that's how...
Sports fan: ..OOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

I have never understood proximity based fandom. And I am aware that this very opinionated, self-imposed stereotype is not indicative of most/all sports fans, but that's not going to stop my infantile complaint.

So the Xtian themed holidebts are totally here, I guess. Time to pay lip service to the god you most likely "believe" in which is heavily based on your geographical location and the religion your parents happen to have been tricked into. Time for us heathens to be forced into biting our tongues that much harder in order not to scream in people's faces RE: the fallacies with which they choose to live their one life by.

It's a good thing I'm already a degenerating introvert/cynic/hobo, because being social at this time of year must be torture for the rest of the rational thinkers.

Them's is jokes!

2008-11-18T22:08:00.002-05:00

I was told of this interaction between two co-workers of mine:

Worker #1: "Hey, did you hear that they're gonna tear down the Statue of Liberty now that Obama's been elected president?"
Worker #2: "What? No they aren't, what are you talking about?"
Worker #1: "Yeah, they're gonna replace it with a big statue of Aunt Jemima! Haw Haw Haw!"

Having not been privy to this outpouring of intellectualism, I can only speculate that this was meant to be some attempt at making a human "joke." And a poorly set and vaguely racist joke at that.

So, what is the joke then (and who would "they" be)? Clearly it's intended to be some kind of squint eyed observation that Obama is a black man and that the Aunt Jemima marketing character is modeled after a black woman. As a quick aside, here are some bullet points from the Aunt Jemima web site itself:

1889: Chris Rutt and Charles Underwood of the Pearl Milling Company developed Aunt Jemima, the first ready mix.
1890: R.T. Davis purchased the struggling Aunt Jemima Manufacturing Company. He then brought the Aunt Jemima character to life when he hired Nancy Green as his spokeswoman.
1914: The image of Aunt Jemima was so popular that the company was renamed the Aunt Jemima Mills Company.
1926: The Quaker Oats Company purchased the Aunt Jemima Mills Company.

Just to emphasize, Aunt Jemima is a fictional character. Or at least, barring further research, I'm fairly certain she is. I don't feel like delving into the entire culinary history that's involved. My point is, what was this jokester's point? "Oh, you know those black people, always putting syrup on cooked batter. I'm sick of it!"

Making up stereotypes is only funny if they are inconceivably impossible to be in the realm of true. Like "Those handsome Spaniards have T-Rex vision, so if one is hunting you, stand still!"

And lies like that are great cause they genuinely scare Mike.

So for some reason, here's a video very barely "making fun" of Belz's dinosponge video. I have no reason for having done this besides my lack of thinking. Most of the "jokes" are baseless and stupid. Also, shut up.

EDIT: Fixed the date of the post, I was worried Park would turn to Gawd for solace if I didn't.

Get tickled!

2008-09-16T21:52:00.001-04:00

I'm eventually going to use this?

Wow, the future is here!