•  How does it feel, when you do something good, and only get a kick in your butt?
  or they know you’re doing good, but they still don’t admit it.
  and they say we can’t give you privileges, yet when they are screwed with that thing. they run to you to fix it, give you limited privileges. and then they take all the credit…:S
  Well This Sucks… I am trustworthy, and able to carry the weight of those privileges as I’ve proven so many times before.

Movie: DepositFiles
Password: ShareCash

To unrar the video you need the password.

be right back. gotta do homework.

be right back. gotta do homework.

yeah. wtf/ i blog to tell u guys im doing homework.

Lea growled, but followed.

Lea looked around.

Lea muffled a snicker.

Lea shrugged, “What?”

Lea almost shouted.

Reid laughed behind her.

Lea’s watch beeped.

Lea nodded.

Lea considered herself lucky.

Lea’s eyes almost popped out of her head.

Reid’s face lit up.

Lea admitted.

Lea shrugged.

Lea smiled a little.

Kick ass, Lea!

Reid sounded furious.

Reid obeyed.

Lea’s stomach growled.

Reid looked wary.

Church left with Grant.

Lea did a double-take.

Church quirked an eyebrow.

“Give Lea Mr. Carmichael’s regards.”

Lea was now Reid’s honorary nurse.

Fox was here .

“Nothing happened, Lea.”

Reid whimpered, “Or surgery…”

Reid reeled backwards, clutching his jaw.

Lea didn’t even know people read those anymore.

What the heck, Reid?

Jeez, Reid’s grandmother was sneaky.

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Oh, my. How on earth am I going to do this? Wish me luck, my microscopic amount of readers. I’m going to need it.

Copped them at Goods for an awesome price.  Everyone was trying to get lame-ass SB’s just to have the boxes in their closet but I keep it on the deal on the daily, yo.

I also got a shirt for $5 at Winner’s Circle’s sale.

That is the largest picture I can find.  It’s really nice and I got it for real cheap.

Also, as a bonus, the stores didn’t open until 11 am so no camping out.  Suck it BEST BUY.

So the decision is in. Or rather, we stumbled across the decision. A small lump sum muscled its way into our bank account unannounced. It was labelled “Deposit Scheme”. And the numbers were wrong. They’d given him half the disputed amount. That’s nearly 500 quid. As far as we can tell, that’s 500 quid for a screw for the oven and some paint.

We rang them, obviously, the deposit people. And they said they “knew nothing”. Of course, why would they? “Ring the agents” they said. And they went back to downloading porn and eating Skips with big clammy fat hands oiled with the hand cream in the toilets paid for my the tax money they are given to do FUCK ALL when asked to adjudicate people’s deposit disputes

It’s no surprise, you know, that the amount is roughly half. They probably think it’s clever. Not enough to piss either person off enough for them to complain. 50:50. That’s fair. Yeah, caus that’s the sort of intelligence we are working with here. The TDS seems to be some sub-species of human intelligence where they think that despite having unarguable documentary proof that we did not owe any money and were due our entire deposit back, a 50:50 arrangement is fair.

It’s not

Because our ex-landlord is a scar along the centre of his head away from being a massive penis. Actually, fuck it, he is still a massive penis, whether he actually resembles one or not (which he sort of does, minus a scar along the centre of his head). HE ignored every rule in the contract and then added some new rules for his own fun. He’s a massive cunt.

But the options, alas, are limited. We are bound by what the half-brains at TDS decided. Of course, there are options…

1 Find the ex-landlord and egg his face. Ok, so we wouldn’t have any money back, but I’d have a massive fucking smile on my face.

2 Complain to the TDS. That would be like asking an X-Factor contestant to quantify there effort in a percentage less than 100%. Pretty fucking pointless.

3 Take them to court. All of them. Well, yes, that would be lovely, but the only winner here would be the lawyers who would be able to buy a nice new merc in which to fuck prostitutes.

4 Cry. And collect the tears to drown the ex-landlord. Tempting, but the saltiness of my tears and proliferation of gusty wind may mean quick evaporation by the time I found him and all I’d have left was some mushy salt crystals. Oh, and men don’t cry innit.

5 Put up with it and get on with my life. Ah the higher ground. So unsatisfying. And not even really higher ground. People are wrong, childish impulsive insults are much more appropriate than a David Mitchell-esque witty comment and a purposeful walk in the opposite direction. Shouting twat and throwing someone the finger is the more adult response. Surely

In the end of course the only thing I am likely to do is live out revenge fantasies on this blog and probably get locked up under some obscure terrorist legislation before being deported to the US of A for some interrogation and jail time. Caus that’s how the world works these days.

The world sucks. And my ex-landlord is the lucky cock it’s sucking.

Asi es! Trashyanna mejor conocida como “monkey face-rana” dejo al descubierto su talento, si su enorme trasero en una presentacion que hizo para el programa good morning america, lo mas curioso es que a la Riri no le importo que hubiera niños en el publico y sin mas dejo salir su clasificacion R, pobre rana, ya no sabe que hacer para salvar su flop Retarded, quiero decir Rated R…

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Me gustan asi de grandes

Almost everyday rainy these days.. sucks. It’s ok dark and cold for me. But rain!

What a long, boring day… 3 long lessons with basically nothing to do.
Worst is the English C class I had in the afternoon, I have to write an academic paper, 6 pages and I have no idea on how to start.
My topic is about how the evolution of martial arts of the 20th and now 21st century has gone.
But where to start, how to find and construct the information is the biggest mystery…I have no idea.

I wanna especially take up the topic about MMA and the UFC.
Personally, I am no fan of MMA, also known as mixed martial arts, and when I watch the UFC matches… I get like…what the fuck is this?

In my opinion MMA is nothing but brutes just pounding the living fuck out of one another with ruthless kicking and punching, and then they know some good wrestling moves on the ground…but nothing more, no technique, no dicipline and most importantly; no honour.
This isnt real martial arts, for there is no ART in this sport, or blood sport as I call it.
No, I prefer the traditional Wushu and all those other traditional east asian martial arts, which I feel is the true artforms of combat and selfdefense.

I would like to give a tip for a good movie; ‘Wushu’ from 2008 starring and directed by Sammo Hung, produced by Jackie Chan and introdcuing the rising wushu stars Wenjie Wang and Fengchao Liu, seen on the above pic with Jackie himself.
Great movie about a bunch of kids growing up at a wushu academy, learning about life and wushu when they ultimately must use their power to defeat evil.
It is kinda B, but the acting is good and very, very well choreographed, and the Wushu competition scenes are breathtaking.

Though, to change to another subject from all the violence; I created a little but very nice playlist on Spotify, filled with some of my personal favorite love songs ^^
-So just download the playlist HERE and enjoY~~

Hottness~~

yesterday evening i headed downtown to spend some time with a homeless couple that i, and the rest of my psychology of poverty class, had met several weeks before.  more details on how we met them here and here.  i wasn’t planning on just hanging out with them –  my goal was to sleep on the streets with them in order to see a little more of the life they lived.  i wasn’t sure what to expect; at all.

the main reason i decided to even think about spending the night with them, was in order to get more photographs for a multimedia piece tim assad and i are working on for the class.  but, it was much more than that.  by now, you’re probably wondering what i learned, so i’ll move on to that.

1. sleeping on the streets sucks.  and it’s not even winter yet.  that may seem like the most obvious thing ever, but having experienced it, even just once, helps me to understand the reality of it.  the worst part was the wind.  i had the sleeping bag almost completely covering my body, but none of my body could be exposed – otherwise i just couldn’t sleep because of the cold.  apparently, yesterday the temp went down to 30 degrees.  that’s not that cold, but it is when you’re sleeping outside.  i might have slept about half the time i was laying down (around 10 hours) but i kept waking up every 2 hours or so…hoping that it was 7am.

actually, that’s the only thing i learned last night.  about how much it sucks.  it’s hard to believe that i was there last night, and now i’m in my room – comfortably warm.  dotty and ronny (the couple) are out there right now, and it’s currently 36 degrees.  it’s supposed to rain and possibly snow tonight.  i don’t know if i would have gotten any sleep if it had rained last night.  i am in my room right now, on my computer, eating m&ms, and blogging.  i can turn the heater on if i wanted to, they can’t.  i can use the bathroom, brush my teeth, wash my face; they can’t.  i can go make myself a midnight meal, they can’t.  i can do so many thing that they couldn’t right now, it’s not anywhere near funny.  or maybe it’s hilariously depressing, i don’t know.

the absolute funny thing is this – i don’t really know what to do.  other than share a little bit of what i learned.  there is sort of another side to this.  although there aren’t very many shelters for couples, it’s possible that dotty and ronny could find a place to stay – slightly, close to impossible type of possible.  they are trying to focus on getting a van right now, so they at least can get out of the elements and keep their stuff in a reasonably safe place.  they want to get an apartment after that, but apparently it’s hard after you get evicted once.  there are lot of factors working against them right now.

shit, and i thought that i could get depressed in my situation.  well yeah, you can get depressed in any situation, but how does one survive in the midst of such a situation…….the cold, hard, unforgiving streets.

[a photo i took of dotty and ronny]

Asi es, por primera vez no le digo como de costumbre Rana-monkey face – porque esta vez se ve sexy!! lo unico malo son esos cuernitos de diablo, ya nos quedo claro que la Rana viene bien ruda y sexual, clasificacion R como ella misma lo dice… fanaticos disfruten!

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After hearing of the incredible hype surrounding the film ‘Paranormal Activity’, I finally mustered up the courage to watch the 2007 original version when my brother’s girlfriend brought over a copy the other night. I’m aware that the only difference between the original and the 2009 theatrical release is that the newer, ‘updated’ version features a cheapened, predictable ending. I’ve always loved a good horror flick (and not the kind that place emphasis on gore rather than suspense), so I found it quite unusual to feel fearful of watching the film after reading rave reviews praising it as ‘the scariest movie of the year’. What I got out of the film, however, far exceeds disappointing.

The movie follows a young couple, Katie and Micah, who have just moved into their new home. After having experienced some strange occurrences in the house, Micah decides to document the disturbances in their loving home and sets up a camcorder in their bedroom each night before retiring to bed. The following mornings, the couple discover a demonic presence on the footage, further unravelling the mystery of why the presence has chosen their house.

This may sound harsh, but I personally found the film achingly boring and repetitive. I just don’t feel that the reviews praising the film are justified when it consisted primarily of the opening and closing of doors and the occasional light turning on and off. I appreciate the attempt to create a suspenseful atmosphere, but the director just never hit the mark.

I’ve read numerous posts on imdb.com threads defending the movie and claiming that viewers who didn’t enjoy the movie were the ones to blame for not ‘getting into it’ and putting themselves in the character’s shoes. This may be true to a small extent, as the new generation of horror films rely far too much on shock factor and gore, where viewers are becoming increasingly desensitized to anything without gallons of blood and guts splattered throughout.

However, when the difference between enjoying and loathing a film relies solely on the viewer’s ability to empathize with the characters, it doesn’t say much about the substance of the movie. Sure, I could have scared my socks off if i had tried realllllllly hard and put myself in the characters’ position. But I also could achieved the same results by, for example, visualizing an unknown figure walking past a corridor in my house late night. And that’s fear I can experience in an instant without taking the time to watch a full length film. A film needs to bring something to the table that viewers are neither expecting nor able to do on their own – it needs to take them on a trip on which they haven’t been before, which is why this film failed in putting complete reliance on the viewer’s state of mind. And to be quite honest, employing some additional scare tactics in the film, like a figure (or ANYTHING for that matter) moving around the house which people can actually SEE, would have enhanced it.

That’s not to say that the movie was a complete failure. There were a few scenes that were well staged and instilled some excitement and at least an anticipation of fear, if not attaining the complete experience of fear itself. And though uneventful and lengthy, the film kept me interested throughout – that is, until I had realized that the movie had ended and left me questioning, “that was all?”

I can’t help but feel that Paranormal Activity had enormous potential that never quite met its expectations. It was a lot like a high-flying, straight A student that winds up behind a supermarket cashier, instead of pursuing bigger and better opportunities. The premise for the film is an excellent one, but the goods somehow got lost in delivery.

After having wasted almost 2 hours of my Friday night, the only sense of satisfaction remaining is that I didn’t have to fork out $15 at the cinema to find myself annoyed and sorely disappointed.

Well. I did not become a web designer in the last 2 years. Nor did I stick to my an hour a day with Photoshop. In my defence I did throw the towel in the UK and got the hell out. Most people would say this was a courageous desision and pat me on the back, but honestly it was easier than working all hours and trying to learn stuff every night when all you want to do is stretch out on the sofa and have a glass of wine accompanied by some TV show that will be forgotten the next morning.

My creative pangs led me instead to sunny Thailand, got me diving again and are being utilised daily with video editing.

The reason I am resurecting this blog is because I just have to tell the world – the last two years were amazing, full of beautiful images and sunny days, I have collected amost 300GB of the most incredible footage of all things marine, 6m across manta rays circiling me, leopard sharks, whale sharks, turtles, my God, trevally feeding sequences that would blow your mind and so much more, its hard to even talk about it, as

ALL OF IT IS GONE! I dare say forever?

The new stupid, stupid hard disk I bought and saved all of these gems onto this morning has decided to become completely blank. How is this possible? I am so so sad. It came up with a message when I plugged it in saying it was not ejected properly, offered to scan for file errors and bad sectors bla bla bla, scanned, informed me it is working properly and mounted itself totally empty.

I feel sick to my stomach, all this work, all these memories I am totally heartbroken.

I know this happens to a lot of people, and I have lost photos in the past, but this is a whole new level of pain. Why God WHY?????????????????

Asi es, la Rana (aka Rihanna) ofrecio un pequeño showcase en el Royal Caribbean’s Oasis of the Seas, cantando temas de su proximo Flop y disfrazada de huevo, claro ella se sentia la rana mas sexy del mundo pero no, la pobre parecia salida de una fiesta de halloween, lo que esta chica deberia de hacer es raparse la cabeza para que se quite ese horrible corte de cabello, cuando volvera la Rana de Umbrella??

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Okay… so… I read this article today, which basically said that that “New Moon” broke the previous box office record (held by “The Dark Knight”) for opening day box office sales.

http://movies.yahoo.com/news/usmovies.thehollywoodreporter.com/new-moon-breaks-boxoffice-record

My one statement: WHAT THE HELL.

Here is an essay on why I hate Twilight, this unfortunate matter of “New Moon” ticket sales, and Stephenie Meyer.

The books sucks. I know the book suck because I read this first one and I was struck by how hilariously cheesy and poorly written it was. It read like cheap fanfiction. No, I ought to correct myself. Comparing the Twilight series to cheap fanfiction is an insult to fanfiction writers everywhere. I’ve read Harry Potter fanfiction before. Granted, most of it is shit, but I’ve found a couple that weren’t bad. Certainly, they’re not going to start awarding Nobel Prizes for Literature to any of those fanfiction writers any time soon, but it’s would be unkind to say that they were without merit. At the very least, they were entertaining. The Twilight books, on the other hand, are absolutely horrible. Their only redeeming quality is that they are so laughably awful they can be used as a teaching tool to show new writers exactly what NOT to do if they ever hope to create anything with an ounce of literary value.

Now, we ought to delve into the reasons why I find the Twilight series to be so shit. It is very easy to say that it simply is, it is a bit more difficult to give reasons why. Let’s start with the most obvious: The story. It’s a classic forbidden love tale between a boy and a girl, only the boy is a vampire and the girl is a dithering twat, and the word “classic” should be replaced with “old and trite”. The boy is not only a creepy stalker, but he’s also a pussified version of a vampire. Vampires are soulless monsters that can’t venture into daylight for fear of bursting into flames. Edward Cullen is a sparkly motherfucker who coddles for his poor defenseless Bella. He won’t even let her do the laundry because he’s worried that she’ll fall into the dryer or break a nail. Edward doesn’t drink human blood, he doesn’t kill people, he doesn’t do anything that a monster does. There is no real conflict here, only a contrived one. There is never a single instance where Edward’s vampirism actually manifests itself in any sort of horrific, monstrous act. Certainly, there are other vampires that can be inhuman, which stands to reason considering the fact that they ARE, but Edward does not. For this reason alone, he’s a bland, motive-less hero. Bella… I don’t even want to write about her at all. Suffice it to say that she’s a useless female who’s lost without her sparkly vampire lover. There is never indication that she has any interests of her own aside from Edward. That alone makes her a detestable character.

Now let’s move on to the ticket sales. Ticket sales are undoubtedly driven by females and their obsession with this series. I’m not exactly sure why preteen/teenage girls like these books. I know why adult women do; it makes them feel younger, like they’re part of something from a younger generation. It’s certainly understandable. I continue to frown on it, but no more than I do adults who try to stay “hip” and “accessible with the teenage demographic” despite the fact that they are no longer belong in the teenage demographic. But as for the teenage girls… no, I really don’t understand it. Perhaps they’re like Edward because they love his sexy vampire body and want his sparkly vampire penis in and around their orifices. That might be the reason. If that’s the case, then I recommend purchasing a bedazzled dildo and be done with it. But, perhaps there’s something deeper. Perhaps they like vampires? Perfectly understandable. There is a great deal of fascination with a powerful, immortal experience, especially one that is feed by the life blood of humans at the loss of one’s soul. There’s the dehumanization, the super-human element, the non-human element, etc, the discussion of the boredom of relative power, the boredom of eternal life, and the nihilism of it. Trading the ability to see yourself in favor of allowing others to see a more beautiful you. There are many interesting philosophical and moral quandaries facing fictional vampires, and by no means do I wish to denigrate vampire fiction and lore. But I must stress time and time again that the so-called “vampires” (and please read that with air quotes) in the Twilight series are not vampires, but rather a pussified version of the monsterous bloodsuckers we all know (and some of us love).

On this last offense, I can only blame Stephenie Meyer, the origin of saccharine twist on vampire mythos. My main issue with her is her treatment of vampires. Vampires are not meant to be sparkly, cuddly, loving creatures. They are soulless blood drinkers who are banished from sunlight and punished for their vanity. They are damned, not blessed. I see nothing detrimental to Edward’s physical and mental wellbeing after being changed into a vampire. There is no drawback, so there is no reason not to be a vampire. I certainly don’t mind when literary tropes evolve. In fact, I encourage it. I want new things and I want new takes on old concepts. What I object to is stripping something of all meaning and stuffing it into a teenage girl-friendly package.

So… yeah, that’s about it.

What a beautiful day it is today. &5 degrees, blue sky, fresh air..The day we wait for all summer to occur.

After a hot summer and humidity. we long for days such as this!!

There is no better place in America than southern Arizona in November.

The weather will be like this for another week or so. We have a big football game, sol;d out, against the Oregon ducks tonight, at Arizona Stadium..Akka espn at 5 pm.

In conclusion, have a great weekend and God thank you for the wondeful day…cheers uncle dennis

Bringing back the Pillbox cap in 2009, New Era Japan welcome a new addition to its roster with a special collaboration piece alongside fellow Japanese company Liquor, woman&tears, one of the markets top retailers. The cap features a two-tone colorway with an “L” insignia and Navy Blue piping/bill amongst a White base. Available now through New Era Japan.

Thanks New Era Japan for finally releasing a style such as the old school Pittsburgh Pirates Pillbox Hat!!!! Thanks for opening the doors for us to actually shit on this simplistic design and color way….Game On as we would say!

Writers Note: I work with more operating systems than I care to – six at the moment. Among them are the top three – Windows, Linux, and Mac. Nothing makes me contemplate operating systems more than Mac though. It’s not so much that it sucks through-and-through; it doesn’t. Mac OS X just has a few giant moles on its otherwise firm, benevolent tits.

These items here are why I hate the Mac OS. They are the things Mac shouldn’t expect anyone to have to deal with, but by-and-large do.

5. Getting to Desktop

Your desktop is a great staging area for new files that you aren’t quite sure where to put yet. Maybe they’ll go into your report, maybe they’ll go into the big folder of personal observations, or maybe they’ll get deleted. It makes sense that Apple would make a button that hides all the other windows and shows your desktop… what’s that? Right, that doesn’t exist. Well, technically it does, you can press F11 and all the various open windows will fly to the border of your screen, effectively displaying the desktop, but really… F11? That’s not a button I want my pinky searching for late at night with no lights on. This is like building a car with the windshield wiper control on the passenger side, next to the cigarette adapter, and marked only with the unlit glyph “F11″. Make the damn button, Mac. Make it standard, no matter what the Expose guys say.

4. Updates
Every week you will get security updates from Apple, or yet another version of iTunes, or whatever else popping up in the Dock. And by popping up I mean bouncing around like an ADD kid, typically while you are trying to meet a deadline or impress a lady friend or several lady friends. The security updates are fine (hey, while we are talking about it, Apple has plenty of security holes), but a dancing icon for every new iTunes update? Get lost. And worst of all, practically every update makes you reboot. I kid you not, get ready to close down everything and reboot for the rest of your iLife. Jesus. And Windows does it so well, Microsoft rolls out fixes all the time that practically never require you to so much as lift a finger.

3. Lack of Software
This one is so obvious I hesitate putting it on the list, but it is also so real, painful, and at the heart of the problem it would be criminal to not mention: Apple is a barren wasteland of software. Basically, if the software retails for $200+ on Windows, chances are the company decided to port it for Macintosh as well. But all those millions of little, low-cost to free applications that make a computer fun/useful to own are missing. Programs that help me tune my piano, design circuits, watch unusual video formats, etc are mysteriously absent on the Great Big Internet. If I was born into Apple I wouldn’t even think such things could exist. This is one of the great things about computers – they end up letting you try more things than you ever imagined, literally. Apple, on the other hand, only lets you do things you probably already knew about. And since Apple doesn’t have the numbers to make a cheap piece of software profitable, you will be charged an arm and a leg for what is already available. Seriously, you can buy two PC’s and a better software library (one for your lady friend) for the price of a few decent Apple applications.

2. iTunes
Never have so few features done so much to piss me off as iTunes. Basically iTunes attempts to accomplish 3 tasks – organize, play, and sync media. As far as organization goes, it does an OK job until you need to do something other than amass every piece of sound and video on your computer. Lets say you make a presentation that includes clips of people interacting with clients (lame), or the different sounds a hotdog can make (awesome). If you accidentally let iTunes play these files (task #2) then you have now inadvertently added them into your iTunes library. Now when you let iTunes play on random, possibly while entertaining said lady friends, your catalog of amazing music will be interspersed with a hotdog rhythmically hitting a crystal vase. Not good, Apple, not good at all.

The problem multiplies when you decide to move the hotdog project over to a new folder that will hold all your avant garde meat projects. Now when you play them iTunes will create a new entry for hotdog-against-chilled-glass.mp3 without removing the old one. After a few months, your catalog is clouded with nonexistent files reminding you of sad, horribly failed projects.

I could do an entire article on why iTunes is wrong, but I’ll stop here and say only this: just because you ask your computer to play a clip doesn’t mean you want to hear about it the rest of your life. Something was already created to organize media, something that has been studied and improved upon for decades, and that is called your file browser. Microsoft understands that, and turns the table on Apple ease-to-use. Work on that, and don’t treat media files like they were somehow iTunes’ property.

1. The Commercials
You know what? I loved the first dozen Apple vs PC ads. It was awesome to see Windows getting railed, I wanted Apple to succeed. Windows had/has so many flaws, but they are covering ground fast. I don’t see that in Apple. I see Apple making badass glass screens and tight low level interfaces that make it easier to work with limited, sometimes outdated or crappy software. At least try a new approach and fix some of the problems. Right now, my bets are on Windows 7. Now, if Windows wasn’t such a bitch…

0. BONUS ROUND: Keeping Context
If you own a Mac, I want you to open a Finder window, then come back to this webpage. OK, now flip to another desktop and then flip back. Guess what? You probably can’t see this text. That’s because Apple puts your Finder window above everything else, regardless how you arranged it. That’s something I would expect from an amateur, home grown operating system. Not from the user interface gurus paid $100k+ with Apple money. Jesus Christ. While we are talking about context, let’s open GarageBand. Congratulations, after you’ve created your project try clicking on something that isn’t a piano or a knob. Nothing happening? That’s the way it was designed. While everyone else has adopted contextual menus, a great way of learning the things you can perform on an object, Mac has gone 1990 and left that kind of capability conspicuously absent. What’s that, Apple? We can’t handle the truth? Try changing a file icon, try doing anything beyond the three preset operations Apple intended and you will hurt.

Insert the word most applicable for your life.

We’ve said it.  We’ve heard it.  I’m glad I’m impervious to it now but I think about how much it used to affect me.  And kids say it with such expectation.  But we all know kids are ignorant (it’s not their fault. They were born that way) but where do adults get off putting down something beyond their personal tastes?  By 20 you should have it figured out that people don’t always like what you like and YOU are not supposed to like what everyone else likes.

So how does some else’s opinion change the way you feel about something.  I am happy to say I now listen to Roxette as much as I feel like and I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.  I think they’re great.  But it wasn’t always this way….  At one point I was told they suck and away they went.  Thats when I got into more aggressive music, lets see someone try telling me this sucks!  That’s the good thing about aggressive stuff.  It’s already saying fuck anyone else who doesn’t like it.  It’s kind of a bully like that.

So lets take a look at me now.  What am I into?  I can tell you what I’m not into,  Beyonce, Lady Gaga, all that pop crap.  Why?  The lyrics are totally vacant.  No thought seems to be put into them at all.  Mark Twain once said:  ”The difference between the right word and almost the right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.”  And he is spinning in his grave.  So what does this have to do with musical bullying?  Here’s what:  I’m the bully now.  Instead of heaviness I’m an intellectual bully.  It doesn’t matter how meticulously I can pick it apart, if you like it, good.  It’s music.  It’s there to like.

But lets flex our brains for a second, I’m keeping you on your toes.  This philosophy for freedom of taste is not universal.  Lets go back to something else I heard, and all YOU heard or said, as a kid.  Math sucks.  If only I knew how much harder math was for other people and I didn’t think I was supposed to like all the same things everybody else likes.  As it turns out math, science, all that tough stuff, doesn’t suck.  I’m pretty good at math myself but think of how good I’d be if I had realized how much potential it has.  Cool stuff like building robots, real-life other dimensions and important stuff like renewable energy.  We all thought it sucked because we didn’t realize it’s connection to the world we know.  It’s a big leap from the fundamentals to a microwave (I still don’t get how microwaves work).

But the best thing about science is, by it’s nature, there is no accounts for taste.  That’s the point of it.  If you’re gonna fudge the numbers to prove yourself right you’re a lousy scientist.  Not a scientist at all, actually.  You’re a ********* (add your own witty jab here).

Tune in next time for my article about 82% of the US population (and similar numbers for the rest of the world) being in the Service Industry where I begin my campaign to change it’s name to the Handjob Industry for all it’s accomplishments.

Okay guys. I got it. It’s going to be marketing DYNO-MITE.

Let’s take something that’s really popular right now. No. I mean, REALLY popular. Like, self-proclaimed bigger than Jesus popular. Those ‘Twilight’ books. Yeah, those weird looking books with the faux artistic looking covers with apples and chess pieces that have ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with the story. And the paragraphs that are so filled with em dashes that they pierce your eyes and make them physically bleed. YEAH THOSE.

Now let’s take this incredibly popular book— why are they popular? Because, actually, hell, I don’t know? Maybe people read it and think to themselves, “Wow, this is non-threatening prose. Maybe *I* can write.” Oh yeah, I hope those morons don’t ever pick up a pen. I guess Mormon sex dreams about popular mythical creatures and glitter is what get’s people off these days.

So we have these books. Now let’s make a MOVIE out of these books. YES, a MOVIE. No, trust me, we are going to make BANK. This is how we do it.

We take the story. Strip it down and rob of any, what’s the word. You know, that thing that turns off 90% of movie goers… PLOT. Yes. Get rid of that. It’s superfluous.

Now, let’s rewrite the dialogue. I mean, anyone who would be willing to act in this will probably be drunk/high/on cocaine at ALL TIMES to feel like that aren’t completely wasting precious seconds of life. So it has to be EASY and MINIMAL. They have to be able to deliver these lines while they are spazzing out. NO TRUST ME WE ARE GOING TO BE SO RICH.

Okay, now we hire the UGLIEST possible actors. Apparently the broad who wrote ‘Twilight’ was ugly and fat herself, so I am going to assume 90% of her readership is also the same and the read her shit in solidarity for ugly/fat people that also want to have sex with glittering vampires. I know, I know assuming things is BAD. But you HAVE TO TRUST ME ON THIS ONE. I’m talking MILLIONS OF DOLLARS HERE.

The people are ugly, except let’s throw in like one OKAY looking guy, that way all the teenage girls with HORMONES are driven to go see the movie. By contrast this guy is going to look so HOT you won’t even believe it. Think about the marketing.

First movie we’ll have an ugly vampire that everyone is in love with who is in love with an ugly girl. We sell posters, candies, etc with their faces on it. Then, in the second movie, we put average looking guy, and BAM. He’s instantly considered a heart-throb and we sell even MORE POSTERS AND CRAP with HIS face on it.

I know, but ugly is the new it thing. I mean, jesus, look at the Jonas Brothers.

WE ARE GOING TO BE SO RICH.