Seasons Greetings!

Hello, and welcome to the latest installment of whatever this is. What a year it has been on this crazy, confused planet. Voyager 1 now approaches the known boundary of our solar system, bringing a well timed end to the International Year Of Astronomy. Many of the worlds leaders have gatherd at Copenhagen in an attempt to clean up their own mess, and NoFx, accompanied by Bad religion and Pour habbit paid a nice and painful visit to my home town.

I found out about the girl pictured below, her name is Elly Tran, a Vietnamese model. I have since lost interest.

I would also like to apologise for the lack of overly artistic photographs that other blogs lurked seem to be flooded with. I blame the hipsters. Quick! Prop your pomp and turn up up that Joy division, i dont think enough people have seen your leather jacket!

As for the remainder of this post, there is not much more to say. And by much i mean nothing. So i will leave you with this, from the one and only PGW; "Has anybody ever seen a dramatic critic in the daytime? Of course not, they come out at night, upto no good."

Oh Chomsky..

I'm of course opposed to terror, any rational person is. But I think that if we're serious about the question of terror, serious about the question of violence, we have to recognize that it is a tactical and hence moral matter. Incidentally, tactical issues are basically moral issues. They have to do with human consequences and if we're interested in let's say diminishing the amount of violence in the world, it's at least arguable and perhaps even sometimes true that a terroristic act does diminish the amount of violence in the world. Hence a person who is opposed to violence will not be opposed to that terroristic act.

That being said, what a stupid world. Fuck this bullshit display of class-loyalties. The media and "our" leaders wrap it all up in a flag- their fucking shit-rag. hooray! They own us, consume us, and produce us, yet ignorance is ever so bliss, isnt it?

I can has mean?

Welcome, bloggers. followers and lurkers; hows things? thats good. Shut up now. Ive decided its time to update my visual bus station toilet of a blog and empty my mind of its apathy.

Now I have seen some terrible movies in my time. Independence Day, Armageddon, Titanic, The Departed…the list goes on. But last night, in a bout of insomnia, i managed to watch 1 hour, 58 minutes and 14 seconds of what has to be the all-time King of all terrible, useless, obnoxious, stupid, insipid, horrid, putrid, fetid, utter shit movies. G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra.

Don’t ask me why i even tried. Just don’t. It’s not important. All i know is that my eyes actually smell like shit right now thanks to this flee ridden, STD infested potato sack, attrocity of a movie. I have in the past few years of my existance jokingly implied that violence should be visited upon those who have enjoyed such sad entertainment mediums.

The joke is over.

I hereby truly encourage people to hunt down every single person involved in the making of this film (and their extended family members — including children and grandparents) and actually kill them. Literally kill them.

If you yourself enjoyed this movie, or were merely ambivalent about it, could you please send me a recent photo of yourself along with the current street address of where you sleep? I just want to get a good ballpark figure of how many rounds of jacketed hollow point i should be picking up before i get underway tomorrow.

Better yet, if you did in fact enjoy this movie, please consider killing yourself by nail-gunning your own viscera to your own stupid face while sitting naked on a pail of bees you idiot.

Thank you for reading my movie review.

Generation D Generation

So what does one do in a bout of pure internet boredom, this one, so to speak decided to pop his blogging cherry. Seems they are all the rage, the new way in which adolescent individuals attempt to express thier individuality, though in most cases; lack there of.

However what does one even begin to blog about? Seems it is harder then first predicted. I mean many a link could be posted to blogs viewed in which a 16 year old girl attempts to show how they are so indifferent, how they are deffinately travelling against the grain. but come on, its not hard to copy and paste some City and Colour lyrics..

two paragraphs and a title that took 45 minutes to think of later and i am still unaware of quality blogging material. I suppose, i like to complain. However sitting here dwindling my hands above my over used keyboard, i find it somewhat difficult to draw inspiration as to what hot topics could possibly be worth a complaint. Around 45 minutes lurking about any particular social networking website could do it; then again so a decent bout of Propagandhi.

However seeing as this being a first impression, i will not be overly temperamental, merely introduce a sign of things to come. Im not saying this blog will be regulary updated or even good. So for now i'll just sit on the fence. i may have a lot to say, i may not. It may be interesting, it may not. Im sure the internet and its semi-anonymatic ways will aid the expression of my mind to the keyboard antics and hopefully, in time produce something worth reading.