Since Lance Armstrong, Sputnik and that dog went up into space. People have been sending crap into the sky quicker then a ball player on steroids. But it wasnt all good times and floating. In 2003 the shuttle Columbia exploded before landing in Miami killing all 7 aboard. Since then NASA has been quickly trying to work out the kinks in shuttle design and electronics. Now with the coming (hopefully) of the shuttle Discovery, the worlds obsession with space can continue.
By this time if you had been born in the last forty years we were supposed to be living on the moon. Having a grand old time floating, playing golf and eating mooncakes. But it seems that we're still where we started. Except we have better clothes instead of tin foil and flock of seagulls haircuts.
Since the beginning of time man has wondered whats out there. So for a couple thousand years we waited until the Soviets sent up the first object ever to make it into space. Sputnik. Sounds like something you say when you get hit. Then they sent a dog and a dude. Not toegether. Thatd be wierd. But it was the God-a-fearin', gun loving, freedom keeping, good ol' USA that sent the first shmuck to the moon. We've all heard the speech so I wont say it.
But with the success of many missions had to have failures. The shuttle Challenger exploded in 1986 after a rocket booster failed. Then more recently the Columbia exploded. But the majority of the missions are successful. If you count if gerbils can survive in flight a success. NASA will continue to tweak and fix most problems.
So whats my point? How long are you people going to keep asking me that? Honestly. My point is this. Though I highly doubt we'll see commercialized space travel in our time, it is becoming more easy to join a space program. I dont want to go to space. Aliens and an evil Empire are out there. Trust me I know. Though it may never be Star Trek or Star Wars or Battlestar Galactia or other of those nerd shows, it will be increasingly rare for disasters to happen. Maybe they'll put Maroon 5 on the moon. Save everyone from ear bleedings. Watch out for falling foam and satillites people.
Adieu.
My shins are glass
Friday, July 29, 2005
Sunday, July 24, 2005
ie.
You may have noticed the lack of posting lately, and for this I apologize.
I am currently working on several posts, and am having trouble with all of them.
But fear not good people of earth, they will soon come!
The dark and sinister Lord Writers-block-simus shall not triumph!
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Technology and Tropical London (Rancid)
For over a thousand years, when people were seen gesturing and yelling at apparently nothing they were labelled as insane. Or a witch. Either way you were basically kicked out of the community to die a lonely and crazy death. But with the advent of the cell phone those days are long passed. Now we medicate the crazy people. Or give them a computer, a blog and enough coffee to kill a bull moose. Come follow me on the wild rainbow coloured bridge that is this Turkey shoot.
Cell phones now are abundant. Everywhere you look theres adds for family plans or being free from the catch or roll-over minutes or whatever else. The first cell phones were gigantic bricks. Wieghed about 3 pounds and got horrible reception. Only the rich or the stupid would buy them to show thier statues in society. As the times changed so did the phones. Car phones were made because hey, whats more important your life going 75 kmh or your 30 second phone call to your wife on what your going to have for supper?
Then finally the hands-free devices came along and the phones got smaller and smaller. Now they're just inserted into your ear like something see outta that movie I, Robot. Now people clame that cell phones cause brain cancer. I dont know when did I become a radialogist? IF the do then its an incredibly small amount. Unless you got the Nuclear Powered Cell phone Im pretty sure your safe.
So whats to become of our i-Pod, Blackberry, Cell phone the size of your pinky, electric car society? Very little I imagine. There will always be "better" ways to go through your life with the help of doo-dadds and gizmos. Theres an infommercial about this robot that cleans your floor with the help of magnets. Looks like a ball in a cake pan. But maybe soon we'll all be living in a Star Wars/Trek exsistence with light speed, astromech droids and phasers. I wish I had a phaser. My point is, if I can remember correctly, is that technology will improve our lives with more "necessary" ways to do business. Tellers to ATMs, 8-tracks to MP3s, computers to ...smaller, faster computers. Technology is niether good nor bad. It can be annoying all round because if you dont have the latest stuff, well, your nobody.
Adieu.
My eyebrows are smuggling drugs.
Cell phones now are abundant. Everywhere you look theres adds for family plans or being free from the catch or roll-over minutes or whatever else. The first cell phones were gigantic bricks. Wieghed about 3 pounds and got horrible reception. Only the rich or the stupid would buy them to show thier statues in society. As the times changed so did the phones. Car phones were made because hey, whats more important your life going 75 kmh or your 30 second phone call to your wife on what your going to have for supper?
Then finally the hands-free devices came along and the phones got smaller and smaller. Now they're just inserted into your ear like something see outta that movie I, Robot. Now people clame that cell phones cause brain cancer. I dont know when did I become a radialogist? IF the do then its an incredibly small amount. Unless you got the Nuclear Powered Cell phone Im pretty sure your safe.
So whats to become of our i-Pod, Blackberry, Cell phone the size of your pinky, electric car society? Very little I imagine. There will always be "better" ways to go through your life with the help of doo-dadds and gizmos. Theres an infommercial about this robot that cleans your floor with the help of magnets. Looks like a ball in a cake pan. But maybe soon we'll all be living in a Star Wars/Trek exsistence with light speed, astromech droids and phasers. I wish I had a phaser. My point is, if I can remember correctly, is that technology will improve our lives with more "necessary" ways to do business. Tellers to ATMs, 8-tracks to MP3s, computers to ...smaller, faster computers. Technology is niether good nor bad. It can be annoying all round because if you dont have the latest stuff, well, your nobody.
Adieu.
My eyebrows are smuggling drugs.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Innocence and I Fought the Law (The Clash)
Recently Hilary Clinton spoke to reporters on how the American culture is filled with violence and sex. Why? Could it be the lack of true role-models to teens and kids? Could it be the lack of jobs needed? Is it the drugs? Are you on drugs? Its drugs isnt it? No. Its the old industry that always gets blamed. Not pornography. That industry does fairly unspeakable things but we wont talk about that. Or will I? Hmm. Anyway no. The real industry that gets whacked for degrading our society is..video games.
Remember the good old days of Pong and Mario? Well picture Pong as two guys whaling on each other with tons of blood and guts and Mario doing the horizontal limbo with Princess Peach during the game. Kinda wierd right? Well thats what Mrs. Clinton is saying that happens with all games. Too violent, overly-sexual time wasters. Most games have a degree of violence. And a very small number of games have sexual content. Sexual content being blurry or blacked out images. And time-wasting....well most games are.
Clinton spoke of one game in paticular "Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas". Claiming that she was disgusted when she heard that you can follow step by step instructions on how to get a pornographic scene in the game. First of all, who finds these things out? How long do you have to spend to find something naughty? and secondly, the only reason people would look for this is A) Too have a good laugh or B) do naughty sinful things in the privacy of their homes. Now Ive played San Andreas and yes it is violent and it does have very strong language and sexual themes. But it was FUN!
When you think gamer you think of a 16 year old social-indept Dungeons and Dragons, "I got an A on my trigonometry test" type of guy. But the gaming world has changed. Yes, teens and young people make up a large portion of the gaming industry but the average age of a gamer is 31. And not only males are in there. There are tons of female gamers as well. The gaming industry sees the age of the gamers and makes games directed for them. Hence the violence and sex.
Im not saying that showing little Billy a hooker getting beaten is a good thing but I am saying that we can cut a little slack to the industry. But if Hilary and all the rest have their way we'd see titles like "Amish Adventure", "Fun with Shapes", "Watch Paint Dry". Kids should get games that are directed for their age range. But you shoudlnt shelter your kids from it. Being exposed to it and showed that while yes its fun or funny you shouldnt do it in real life. So whats to be done? Games will always have a degree of violence and sexuality. Nothing will save that. If a bill goes through showing that video games are too be always geared for kids there will be many an angry blog. If you want to censor something get Maroon 5 off the air. Now if you'll excuse me Im going to play a rousing game of "Watching Paint Dry".
Adieu.
My spine is crooked.
Remember the good old days of Pong and Mario? Well picture Pong as two guys whaling on each other with tons of blood and guts and Mario doing the horizontal limbo with Princess Peach during the game. Kinda wierd right? Well thats what Mrs. Clinton is saying that happens with all games. Too violent, overly-sexual time wasters. Most games have a degree of violence. And a very small number of games have sexual content. Sexual content being blurry or blacked out images. And time-wasting....well most games are.
Clinton spoke of one game in paticular "Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas". Claiming that she was disgusted when she heard that you can follow step by step instructions on how to get a pornographic scene in the game. First of all, who finds these things out? How long do you have to spend to find something naughty? and secondly, the only reason people would look for this is A) Too have a good laugh or B) do naughty sinful things in the privacy of their homes. Now Ive played San Andreas and yes it is violent and it does have very strong language and sexual themes. But it was FUN!
When you think gamer you think of a 16 year old social-indept Dungeons and Dragons, "I got an A on my trigonometry test" type of guy. But the gaming world has changed. Yes, teens and young people make up a large portion of the gaming industry but the average age of a gamer is 31. And not only males are in there. There are tons of female gamers as well. The gaming industry sees the age of the gamers and makes games directed for them. Hence the violence and sex.
Im not saying that showing little Billy a hooker getting beaten is a good thing but I am saying that we can cut a little slack to the industry. But if Hilary and all the rest have their way we'd see titles like "Amish Adventure", "Fun with Shapes", "Watch Paint Dry". Kids should get games that are directed for their age range. But you shoudlnt shelter your kids from it. Being exposed to it and showed that while yes its fun or funny you shouldnt do it in real life. So whats to be done? Games will always have a degree of violence and sexuality. Nothing will save that. If a bill goes through showing that video games are too be always geared for kids there will be many an angry blog. If you want to censor something get Maroon 5 off the air. Now if you'll excuse me Im going to play a rousing game of "Watching Paint Dry".
Adieu.
My spine is crooked.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Keebler elves
Elves. I like elves, because they help to create delicious, delicious cookies for our consumption. Wouldn't working elves all night making cookies without pay, and with crazy hours constitute a sort of slave labour? And are these elves aware that they're helping to lead our children head first into an obesity epidemic.
Oh, I remember the obesity epidemic of ol' aught 9, it was horrible jimmy, there were porkchops and cheesecake everywhere! I wonder if they're happy, because in an existentialist, moral-less world, if the elves are happy in their ebesity making, enslaved lives, then what's wrong with it right? HAPPY ELVES!
I wonder if the elves like pudding. As long as you're going for obesity, why not pudding? It's hard to make though, I wonder if the elves would have the arm power to stir it, but then I guess they'd be making tiny little batches. Wee little batches.
I believe jump ropes to be the definetively most sexist playground tools in the world. It is enforcing within young girls that they can at one time "play" with men for their own enjoyment, who are here reprisented in a fallic symbol of the jump rope, and is further mocking those men plagued with erectile dysfunction by using a limp rope as a fallic symbol. Sea animals have no feelings. I once saw a man stab a crab and drain it's blue blood and make an alcoholic cocktail with it. If that wont turn you off of drinking, nothing will. I don;t think we're honest enough in this society, I think we're all living with some nefarious "lab" in our lives, but we sugar coat human relations, making this oft messy subject real glossy, like an 8 by 10 glossy photo, not to be mistaken with a 9 by 5 matte, oh no, their COMPLETELY DIFFERENT! We dont use the word nefarious enough, it's a good word, that and brilliant, the british use it all the time as an normal adjective.
ie. That dish of pasta was brilliant, or that's an absolutely brilliant t-shirt. Work on that.
That and howdydoo, I like that, work on that too.
I like woodwind instruments, although I never understood that name. Wind has nothing to do with it. stupid....instument...naming...people...
And racists are no good, except for that one burly russian who keeps picking on Poor andrew, he's no good. But just that one.
I dislike capitol letters, I go through phases of using them
a) randomly
b) constantly
c) sporatically
d) never
e) always
f) nonsensically spread throughout words and phrases.
but I guess that's the way I likes it.
Hollandaise sauce is weird, btu you should always keep a saucepan full of it handy.
I can;t say what for, but when the time comes...you'll know.
or will you?...hmm...maybe I should just say.
But then, what if I say it, and it was unnecessary, and it ruins it.
or if you can;t be trusted and you spill the beans? hmmm, maybe I should think for a little while about thi- OH NO, THE BURLY RUSSIAN!
CHEESE IT!!!!!!
Oh, I remember the obesity epidemic of ol' aught 9, it was horrible jimmy, there were porkchops and cheesecake everywhere! I wonder if they're happy, because in an existentialist, moral-less world, if the elves are happy in their ebesity making, enslaved lives, then what's wrong with it right? HAPPY ELVES!
I wonder if the elves like pudding. As long as you're going for obesity, why not pudding? It's hard to make though, I wonder if the elves would have the arm power to stir it, but then I guess they'd be making tiny little batches. Wee little batches.
I believe jump ropes to be the definetively most sexist playground tools in the world. It is enforcing within young girls that they can at one time "play" with men for their own enjoyment, who are here reprisented in a fallic symbol of the jump rope, and is further mocking those men plagued with erectile dysfunction by using a limp rope as a fallic symbol. Sea animals have no feelings. I once saw a man stab a crab and drain it's blue blood and make an alcoholic cocktail with it. If that wont turn you off of drinking, nothing will. I don;t think we're honest enough in this society, I think we're all living with some nefarious "lab" in our lives, but we sugar coat human relations, making this oft messy subject real glossy, like an 8 by 10 glossy photo, not to be mistaken with a 9 by 5 matte, oh no, their COMPLETELY DIFFERENT! We dont use the word nefarious enough, it's a good word, that and brilliant, the british use it all the time as an normal adjective.
ie. That dish of pasta was brilliant, or that's an absolutely brilliant t-shirt. Work on that.
That and howdydoo, I like that, work on that too.
I like woodwind instruments, although I never understood that name. Wind has nothing to do with it. stupid....instument...naming...people...
And racists are no good, except for that one burly russian who keeps picking on Poor andrew, he's no good. But just that one.
I dislike capitol letters, I go through phases of using them
a) randomly
b) constantly
c) sporatically
d) never
e) always
f) nonsensically spread throughout words and phrases.
but I guess that's the way I likes it.
Hollandaise sauce is weird, btu you should always keep a saucepan full of it handy.
I can;t say what for, but when the time comes...you'll know.
or will you?...hmm...maybe I should just say.
But then, what if I say it, and it was unnecessary, and it ruins it.
or if you can;t be trusted and you spill the beans? hmmm, maybe I should think for a little while about thi- OH NO, THE BURLY RUSSIAN!
CHEESE IT!!!!!!
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Trumpcard and Time Bomb (Rancid)
Yesterday the esteemed leader of the most freedomist, democraticist country on the earth gave a speech about I-raq. It was held in Fort Bragg, N.C. a lovely little military base. The crowd was a bunch of military men and women of course so you can imagine the excitement. Yippee-doodle-day. But of course Bush played his "trumpcard", 9/11.
Since the horrible event happened Bush has non-stop talked about terrorists (or tourists Im not sure sometimes) trying to harm America. Well guess what. Thats what terroists do! They see America as the Great Satan. Debauchery and unholiness everwhere. And for the most part its true. Our society is driven far too much by sex and image and some such. Not like Im complaining. It doesnt concern me since Im one of the pretty people.
9/11 is the Republican/Bush admin. trumpcard. The instant its said they believe the general public will allow them to get away with anything in the right that theyre hunting terroists. But I mean cmon. Spet. 11 was a downright evil act, but that doesnt give the right to say it to justify attacking whomever you please. It seems that all Bush has to say now are a few choice words. Freedom, terroists, axis of evil, 9/11, democracy, misunderstatement. OK that last one was just for laughs but Im serious about taking every other word outta Bushs speeches.
Im saying its time to move away from the fun-happy catchphrase of 9/11. Im not saying we should forget about it but I think its high time the US stops persecuting all muslims and chillax a bit. Just today in fact DC was evacuated cuz some shmuck didnt head the no fly zone. Had everything short of the National Guard on red alert. Oh wait they did.
So whats to happen now? I think people are realizing that Bush is just throwing refrences of the worst terroist attack in US history to make them follow his cowboy policing the world policies. Police of the world. That title just screams freedom and democracy dont it? Only thing they should be policing against is the next Maroon 5 concert. Just cuz your the biggest kid on the block doesnt mean your the brightest.
Adieu.
My capilleries are escaping.
Since the horrible event happened Bush has non-stop talked about terrorists (or tourists Im not sure sometimes) trying to harm America. Well guess what. Thats what terroists do! They see America as the Great Satan. Debauchery and unholiness everwhere. And for the most part its true. Our society is driven far too much by sex and image and some such. Not like Im complaining. It doesnt concern me since Im one of the pretty people.
9/11 is the Republican/Bush admin. trumpcard. The instant its said they believe the general public will allow them to get away with anything in the right that theyre hunting terroists. But I mean cmon. Spet. 11 was a downright evil act, but that doesnt give the right to say it to justify attacking whomever you please. It seems that all Bush has to say now are a few choice words. Freedom, terroists, axis of evil, 9/11, democracy, misunderstatement. OK that last one was just for laughs but Im serious about taking every other word outta Bushs speeches.
Im saying its time to move away from the fun-happy catchphrase of 9/11. Im not saying we should forget about it but I think its high time the US stops persecuting all muslims and chillax a bit. Just today in fact DC was evacuated cuz some shmuck didnt head the no fly zone. Had everything short of the National Guard on red alert. Oh wait they did.
So whats to happen now? I think people are realizing that Bush is just throwing refrences of the worst terroist attack in US history to make them follow his cowboy policing the world policies. Police of the world. That title just screams freedom and democracy dont it? Only thing they should be policing against is the next Maroon 5 concert. Just cuz your the biggest kid on the block doesnt mean your the brightest.
Adieu.
My capilleries are escaping.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
U.N and Under Par (Thrice)
The UN is like a really old computer. Mostly useless, takes too long to process and cant play half the games that you want it to. Granted the UN has done tons and tons in the field of humanitarian efforts but theres still many countries that are barely scraping by that need the UN's help. I was supposed to do a rant on tolerance but this is more entertaining then watching Mike Tyson at a spelling bee. Maybe I'll throw something in there. You never know. Its kooky. SPLAA!
The UN was formed after good ol'WWII. The victorious Allies (US, Britain, France, Soviet Union, China) were given veto powers to cancel anything the UN wanted to do. Before the UN there was something called the League of Nations. Which was almost as useless as a chicken trying to swim. The League was wishy-washy when it came to incredbily important issues. Japans invaison of Manchuria in the 30's, Germany's re-arming and breaking of the Versailles treaty. So after the war a new form of justice for nations was needed. Enter the UN.
For the most part the UN did a fair deal. The genocides in Rwanda were kinda fixed. Various war-lords and rebels in the southern hemisphere were smooshed and the Soviet bloc didnt cross that big..wall...thing. But lets look at good ol'former Yugoslavia. After the death of their communist leader Tito, the country went the way of all good communist countries, it flopped like a beached whale. The Serbians were all edgy about uniting the country again. The Bosinians and Croats werent so hot on the deal. And the Macidonians just wanted to be left alone both by there former republic members and Greece which claimed Macedonia was stolen from them. After a wee little war and "ethnic cleansing" the UN used its mighty and vast powers to...sit and debate. US didnt want to get involved. England and France sided with the Croats and Bosnians while Russia sided with the Serbs. England and France didnt want a war on their hands and Russia kept supplying the Serbs to kill Bosnian Muslims. So you can guess what happened. Vetos up the wazoo.
But in the end peace was restored. Sorta. Theres still peacekeepers there making sure that the people of the former yugoslavia dont liquidate each other. The UN is now under attack by the US for not acting quick enough during the Iraq war. Now the US is in a dilly of a pickle they want other nations to bail them out. The UN has shown that is very slow to react to issues. The US is like the ADD, fat kid you know. Always into things and none quite sure how to get out. But the UN needs to speed up itself or it will cease to exist.
Im not saying that we should go without a UN. That would lead to chaos and I would end up being Emperor of the World. and Maroon 5 being played none-stop. But I am saying that changes are needed. To face the 21st century dilly-dallying on how to deal with issues could lead to horrendus concequences. Such as some bay...Guachamoly I think. But the US also has to know that it cant just go in and do whatever it pleases because its the only super-power (for now).
Europe is divided over how to apporach the future. The French dream of a United Europe that can stand against the US. The Brits want to be left alone and follow the US. And the rest are just being very careful on what is going to happen. With wars in Afghanistan and Iraq and possibly other countries, the US has got to realize that it cannot fight all the time. Pressures from home and abroad are also helping. Its like that one war..you know, the one the US doesnt like talking about. Starts with a V ends with IETNAM.
So whats to be done? I think this world needs more tolerance of each other. Tehre I threw it in. The UN will be there always. If not then we're in a mess of trouble. The UN allows for all nations to be equal. The US seems to have a problem with that.
Adieu.
My viens wiggle.
The UN was formed after good ol'WWII. The victorious Allies (US, Britain, France, Soviet Union, China) were given veto powers to cancel anything the UN wanted to do. Before the UN there was something called the League of Nations. Which was almost as useless as a chicken trying to swim. The League was wishy-washy when it came to incredbily important issues. Japans invaison of Manchuria in the 30's, Germany's re-arming and breaking of the Versailles treaty. So after the war a new form of justice for nations was needed. Enter the UN.
For the most part the UN did a fair deal. The genocides in Rwanda were kinda fixed. Various war-lords and rebels in the southern hemisphere were smooshed and the Soviet bloc didnt cross that big..wall...thing. But lets look at good ol'former Yugoslavia. After the death of their communist leader Tito, the country went the way of all good communist countries, it flopped like a beached whale. The Serbians were all edgy about uniting the country again. The Bosinians and Croats werent so hot on the deal. And the Macidonians just wanted to be left alone both by there former republic members and Greece which claimed Macedonia was stolen from them. After a wee little war and "ethnic cleansing" the UN used its mighty and vast powers to...sit and debate. US didnt want to get involved. England and France sided with the Croats and Bosnians while Russia sided with the Serbs. England and France didnt want a war on their hands and Russia kept supplying the Serbs to kill Bosnian Muslims. So you can guess what happened. Vetos up the wazoo.
But in the end peace was restored. Sorta. Theres still peacekeepers there making sure that the people of the former yugoslavia dont liquidate each other. The UN is now under attack by the US for not acting quick enough during the Iraq war. Now the US is in a dilly of a pickle they want other nations to bail them out. The UN has shown that is very slow to react to issues. The US is like the ADD, fat kid you know. Always into things and none quite sure how to get out. But the UN needs to speed up itself or it will cease to exist.
Im not saying that we should go without a UN. That would lead to chaos and I would end up being Emperor of the World. and Maroon 5 being played none-stop. But I am saying that changes are needed. To face the 21st century dilly-dallying on how to deal with issues could lead to horrendus concequences. Such as some bay...Guachamoly I think. But the US also has to know that it cant just go in and do whatever it pleases because its the only super-power (for now).
Europe is divided over how to apporach the future. The French dream of a United Europe that can stand against the US. The Brits want to be left alone and follow the US. And the rest are just being very careful on what is going to happen. With wars in Afghanistan and Iraq and possibly other countries, the US has got to realize that it cannot fight all the time. Pressures from home and abroad are also helping. Its like that one war..you know, the one the US doesnt like talking about. Starts with a V ends with IETNAM.
So whats to be done? I think this world needs more tolerance of each other. Tehre I threw it in. The UN will be there always. If not then we're in a mess of trouble. The UN allows for all nations to be equal. The US seems to have a problem with that.
Adieu.
My viens wiggle.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Grammar
Grammar (grăm'ər) [I like to pronounce it GwraeMMerrrrrr, it's funny)
n.
1. The study of how words and their component parts combine to form sentences.
2. The study of structural relationships in language or in a language, sometimes including pronunciation, meaning, and linguistic history.
3. The system of inflections, syntax, and word formation of a language.
4. The system of rules implicit in a language, viewed as a mechanism for generating all sentences possible in that language.
5. A normative or prescriptive set of rules setting forth the current standard of usage for pedagogical or reference purposes.
6. Writing or speech judged with regard to such a set of rules.
7. A book containing the morphologic, syntactic, and semantic rules for a specific language.
8. The basic principles of an area of knowledge: the grammar of music.
9. A book dealing with such principles.
10. Completely lost skill set and ability.
Whatever has happened to the most basic skill sets as pertaining to grammar and spelling; the most basic elements of syntax and communication. The simple uilding blocks of non-verbal communication, the metaphysical wall that seperates us from the untamed beasts. I look around at the inclusions that are being made in our common language, and all of it seems to be a pervertion of proper language. Being cut apart by "msn speak" in an attempt to economise in as much as possible, we've lost our once beautiful, understandable language in favour of efficiency. An efficiency fostered at the cost of clarity.
I'm out. I be pooning some noobs, at they own game B4 I go to poon some noobs wit my comp, so I can flyu up the rank so I'll be # 1, not 3 on the ranks, peece.
(shudder)
n.
1. The study of how words and their component parts combine to form sentences.
2. The study of structural relationships in language or in a language, sometimes including pronunciation, meaning, and linguistic history.
3. The system of inflections, syntax, and word formation of a language.
4. The system of rules implicit in a language, viewed as a mechanism for generating all sentences possible in that language.
5. A normative or prescriptive set of rules setting forth the current standard of usage for pedagogical or reference purposes.
6. Writing or speech judged with regard to such a set of rules.
7. A book containing the morphologic, syntactic, and semantic rules for a specific language.
8. The basic principles of an area of knowledge: the grammar of music.
9. A book dealing with such principles.
10. Completely lost skill set and ability.
Whatever has happened to the most basic skill sets as pertaining to grammar and spelling; the most basic elements of syntax and communication. The simple uilding blocks of non-verbal communication, the metaphysical wall that seperates us from the untamed beasts. I look around at the inclusions that are being made in our common language, and all of it seems to be a pervertion of proper language. Being cut apart by "msn speak" in an attempt to economise in as much as possible, we've lost our once beautiful, understandable language in favour of efficiency. An efficiency fostered at the cost of clarity.
I'm out. I be pooning some noobs, at they own game B4 I go to poon some noobs wit my comp, so I can flyu up the rank so I'll be # 1, not 3 on the ranks, peece.
(shudder)
Monday, June 13, 2005
China and California Babylon (Transplants)
Chinas economy is the fastest growing in the world. Everything you own, buy or steal is quite possibly made in China. US and European companies find that its easier to market there then in their home countires. The labour is cheap and it allows the "fat cats" to make more money paying the average Chinese worker less then minimum wage then to pay say an American worker full wages and insurance and such. But why are companies doing this? As I have stated its plain easier to make the products there and ship it to wherever then making it here.
China has been a communist country since 1949 when a little man named Mao kicked out the Japanese and all others who opposed his rule. Up til that point China had been exploited by other nations. Most prominently Britain and Japan. China didnt have much in the way of industry at the time, it was basically all agriculture. But Mao changed all that. In a Stalinistic purge, he kicked Chinas' economy into high gear. For 30 years China grew and grew and completely cut itself off from the West. Then in the 70's to ease pressures from the USSR and the Vietnam war, President Nixon of the US went to China and visited many historic sights of the country, finally opening the powerhouse communist country open to the West.
You see, when the people have basically no human rights, and there are a billion people in your country you really can pay people in beans. So American corporations see this and think "Hmmm". By sending food, vehicle and all other goods from their country to China makes it easier to ship abroad. Little do they know that China doesnt need it.
China is basically a capitalist country. The youth of the country realize that communism just doesnt work. Look at Lenins Russia, Titos Yugoslavia, Castros Cuba. OK, I know that last one isnt one but hey, when he dies what do you thinks gonna happen? Young people in China for the majority arent even in the Communist party. The only reason they join is to become a beaurocrat in the country that already has more red tape then if you sewed all the flags of the country toegether.
So what will happen to our North American economy? Will it dry up faster then Michael Jacksons career? (Sorry I had to throw a Michael reference in there). Alas Im not a analyst on this sorta thing. China will continue to grow into a super-power that could potentially rival the US. The US has problems with everything these days. Internal struggles, world opinion, illegal immigration and now this economic giant looming over them. Maybe they deserve it, maybe they dont. Now to go grab my Nikes and perhaps play some games on my IBM computer made in the US. Right...
Adieu.
My ankles turn inward.
China has been a communist country since 1949 when a little man named Mao kicked out the Japanese and all others who opposed his rule. Up til that point China had been exploited by other nations. Most prominently Britain and Japan. China didnt have much in the way of industry at the time, it was basically all agriculture. But Mao changed all that. In a Stalinistic purge, he kicked Chinas' economy into high gear. For 30 years China grew and grew and completely cut itself off from the West. Then in the 70's to ease pressures from the USSR and the Vietnam war, President Nixon of the US went to China and visited many historic sights of the country, finally opening the powerhouse communist country open to the West.
You see, when the people have basically no human rights, and there are a billion people in your country you really can pay people in beans. So American corporations see this and think "Hmmm". By sending food, vehicle and all other goods from their country to China makes it easier to ship abroad. Little do they know that China doesnt need it.
China is basically a capitalist country. The youth of the country realize that communism just doesnt work. Look at Lenins Russia, Titos Yugoslavia, Castros Cuba. OK, I know that last one isnt one but hey, when he dies what do you thinks gonna happen? Young people in China for the majority arent even in the Communist party. The only reason they join is to become a beaurocrat in the country that already has more red tape then if you sewed all the flags of the country toegether.
So what will happen to our North American economy? Will it dry up faster then Michael Jacksons career? (Sorry I had to throw a Michael reference in there). Alas Im not a analyst on this sorta thing. China will continue to grow into a super-power that could potentially rival the US. The US has problems with everything these days. Internal struggles, world opinion, illegal immigration and now this economic giant looming over them. Maybe they deserve it, maybe they dont. Now to go grab my Nikes and perhaps play some games on my IBM computer made in the US. Right...
Adieu.
My ankles turn inward.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Street Racing and St. Jimmy (Green Day)
For the last five or six years, street racing has taken over the youth culture. Tinkering with engines, lowering your car and adding graphics make your ride rule the streets. But why? You see these suped up Acuras, Nissans, Hondas and Hundais and wonder why put ten grand to maintain a dangerous and deadly hobby?
Speed and looks are the two most important factors to the street racers. How well your car can preform is almost secondary to how it looks. Its really quite amazing how your car is an extentision of your personality. And its not just guys that are invovled with this. Girls are also tricking out their rides to get sweet cred. Im sorry I slipped back into the lingo.
Everywhere you look these days you see some sort of advertisment or invovlement with the street racing mystique. Video games allow to create your ultimate ride and do things that normally would get you killed in real life, movies like Fast and the Furious giving us outsiders a view of what the culture is all about. But I havent yet ranted on why this fad is still with us and may possibly stay for a lot longer. Lets go to that......nnnnnnnnnNOW!
The youth of today are lost. I should know, I am a youth of today. Noone to look up to. No role model or central figure that we as a generation can connect with. The early 90s gave alot if not all angst-ridden, confused teens a person to look up to. Kurt Cobain. I know what your thinking. How is that heroin addict a source of comfort to the lost teens? Easy. He was one of them. Outsiders felt connected to him through his depressive music. Today there are no stand out leaders. Hence why the youth of today try to make a name for themselves through any means possible.
With enough cash you can make your everyday Honda Civic into a rocket machine. NoS in the system makes those little things fly. Its insane. And it doesnt effect just one group of people. Oh no. Black, white, asian, hispanic kids everywhere are getting there cash and spending it on their 20" chrome spinners. You must have seen or heard these racers on the street. Bass thumping with massive speackers in the car and trunk, girgantic spoiler on the back, lowered and massive hubcaps put on.
When you think street racer you have mental images of the Fast and Furious mobiles flying down straight-a-ways burning it up. But only a few do this. For one, theres none to many straight non-patrolled sections of any city and for another they dont care too. Thats right. As I said earlier its about looks. How you look and how your care looks. Insecurity is over compensated by having the sweetest looking ride around. But saddly some do "street race" for money, car ownership, respect. Some of these races are fatal to the driver and innocent by-standers.
Fast and the Furious and all street racing games dont premote the sport as much as those who have an intrest in it can do as they wish. They can pretend and have the best car in the world. But actual street racers are not the stereotypical youth that dont car if they live or die. Making your car look and preform is a labour of love. So what can we do? There isnt anything. Youth will always find a way to have fun whether legally or illegally. I know Im generalizing but thats just the fact of the matter. The youth of today are lost and make up for it in risking their lives in a stupid attempt for immortality. Didnt think I could be so thoughtful huh?
Adieu.
My wrists are tied to a mule.
Speed and looks are the two most important factors to the street racers. How well your car can preform is almost secondary to how it looks. Its really quite amazing how your car is an extentision of your personality. And its not just guys that are invovled with this. Girls are also tricking out their rides to get sweet cred. Im sorry I slipped back into the lingo.
Everywhere you look these days you see some sort of advertisment or invovlement with the street racing mystique. Video games allow to create your ultimate ride and do things that normally would get you killed in real life, movies like Fast and the Furious giving us outsiders a view of what the culture is all about. But I havent yet ranted on why this fad is still with us and may possibly stay for a lot longer. Lets go to that......nnnnnnnnnNOW!
The youth of today are lost. I should know, I am a youth of today. Noone to look up to. No role model or central figure that we as a generation can connect with. The early 90s gave alot if not all angst-ridden, confused teens a person to look up to. Kurt Cobain. I know what your thinking. How is that heroin addict a source of comfort to the lost teens? Easy. He was one of them. Outsiders felt connected to him through his depressive music. Today there are no stand out leaders. Hence why the youth of today try to make a name for themselves through any means possible.
With enough cash you can make your everyday Honda Civic into a rocket machine. NoS in the system makes those little things fly. Its insane. And it doesnt effect just one group of people. Oh no. Black, white, asian, hispanic kids everywhere are getting there cash and spending it on their 20" chrome spinners. You must have seen or heard these racers on the street. Bass thumping with massive speackers in the car and trunk, girgantic spoiler on the back, lowered and massive hubcaps put on.
When you think street racer you have mental images of the Fast and Furious mobiles flying down straight-a-ways burning it up. But only a few do this. For one, theres none to many straight non-patrolled sections of any city and for another they dont care too. Thats right. As I said earlier its about looks. How you look and how your care looks. Insecurity is over compensated by having the sweetest looking ride around. But saddly some do "street race" for money, car ownership, respect. Some of these races are fatal to the driver and innocent by-standers.
Fast and the Furious and all street racing games dont premote the sport as much as those who have an intrest in it can do as they wish. They can pretend and have the best car in the world. But actual street racers are not the stereotypical youth that dont car if they live or die. Making your car look and preform is a labour of love. So what can we do? There isnt anything. Youth will always find a way to have fun whether legally or illegally. I know Im generalizing but thats just the fact of the matter. The youth of today are lost and make up for it in risking their lives in a stupid attempt for immortality. Didnt think I could be so thoughtful huh?
Adieu.
My wrists are tied to a mule.
Monday, May 30, 2005
Monday, May 23, 2005
Holy City and Hall of Mirrors
The Holy Land is the birthplace of three of the great world religions. Judaism, Christianity and Islam. Yet often we see it in the news as a war zone. Recently First Lady Laura Bush went to Jerusalem to speak on womens rights and to get great photo ops....I mean visit historic sights. Now I personly dont like deserts. Just read my blog about Illegal immigrants and Incorpreal. But for the people who read this psychotic blog I went. First class too! If you count being on a Greek oil tanker that smelled faintly of the last time I was in Little Rock Arkansas. You know the smell.
When I arrived at Jerusalem after weeks on the Greek tanker I was a bit hungry. They didnt exactly feed me. So I popped into a little cafe in the heart of Jerusalem. It was perfectly safe. Contrary to belief that every second car has a bomb in it Jerusalem is actually incredibly safe. So I took off some body armour and laid down my M-16 assualt rifle. But I kept my PPK! I wasnt afraid of terrorist bombings. I just had heard that Maroon 5 was in town.
After I had eaten some delicious ham on rye I decided to wander around the New City. Thats when I saw not just one famous person. Oh no. Thatd be easy. Besides it was more intresting. I saw Brendan Fraiser and Usama bin Landen. I know. It was wierd. What was a terrorist leader and a Canadian out-of-work actor doing in Jerusalem? For the good of all human life I had to find out.
Since his last movie Brendan followed the Shania Twain way of moving to another country and striving there. As for Usama, he makes LOVELY cappacinos. Usama had stumbled his way there back in April and had been living underground for quite some time. Literally. He was underground. He lived in a sewer. Anyhoo, I spoke with Brendan and Usama for quite some time. They were opening a acting studio toegether. It was to be called "Anarchist Actors Agency". Catchy no?
Well, as day turned to night I left my two famous friends and headed out in search of the Maltese Falcon. Unfortunatly I never found it so now Im back here. Completely forgetting what my trip had to do with the First Lady. So whats the point? There is none. Yes Im as shocked as you are. Maybe we all need to learn a little tolerance. There we go. I like that. Now to find me a tank so I can get home safely.
Adieu.
My knees are backwards.
When I arrived at Jerusalem after weeks on the Greek tanker I was a bit hungry. They didnt exactly feed me. So I popped into a little cafe in the heart of Jerusalem. It was perfectly safe. Contrary to belief that every second car has a bomb in it Jerusalem is actually incredibly safe. So I took off some body armour and laid down my M-16 assualt rifle. But I kept my PPK! I wasnt afraid of terrorist bombings. I just had heard that Maroon 5 was in town.
After I had eaten some delicious ham on rye I decided to wander around the New City. Thats when I saw not just one famous person. Oh no. Thatd be easy. Besides it was more intresting. I saw Brendan Fraiser and Usama bin Landen. I know. It was wierd. What was a terrorist leader and a Canadian out-of-work actor doing in Jerusalem? For the good of all human life I had to find out.
Since his last movie Brendan followed the Shania Twain way of moving to another country and striving there. As for Usama, he makes LOVELY cappacinos. Usama had stumbled his way there back in April and had been living underground for quite some time. Literally. He was underground. He lived in a sewer. Anyhoo, I spoke with Brendan and Usama for quite some time. They were opening a acting studio toegether. It was to be called "Anarchist Actors Agency". Catchy no?
Well, as day turned to night I left my two famous friends and headed out in search of the Maltese Falcon. Unfortunatly I never found it so now Im back here. Completely forgetting what my trip had to do with the First Lady. So whats the point? There is none. Yes Im as shocked as you are. Maybe we all need to learn a little tolerance. There we go. I like that. Now to find me a tank so I can get home safely.
Adieu.
My knees are backwards.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Where's the Love? It's Just a Bit of Blood!
So, I learned this Saturday morning that my car has a flat tire. Naturally I went to Canadian Tire to have it fixed. It was going to take about 2 hours, so I decided to get a caffeine fix and then walk around the neighborhood. Now you must all know that I am prone to random nose bleeds, and just my luck as I was walking along my nose began to bleed. So I stopped at the first shop I found. It was a dinjy little Figian shop with a sole owner/manager working there. Unfortunately his bathroom was not working, so he kindly gave me some paper towels and I went searching for a functioning bathroom. I thought I was saved when I found a Medical Clinic, but I was wrong. When I entered the receptionist stared wide eyed at me. When I told her my predicament she went to ask the doctor. After a few humiliating minutes infront of a lobby full of people I was curtly told that I could not use the bathroom to wash the blood off my face. I was too shocked to be indignant, but I shall return there and give them a piece of my mind. I eventually found an ABC that let me use the bathroom, so i was fine. But now, what kind of wretched society do we have when a Medical Clinic will not even allow a distressed person to use the bathroom. People need to treat others with basic respect, or anarchy shall ensue. There is no love in peoples' actions anymore. Gone are the days of the good samaritan apparently. I shall fight against this, I don't care if I disagree with your lifestyle, whether man, woman, young, old, gay, straight, socialist, democratic, Muslim, Sihk, Christian, Mormon, Buddhist, Atheist I will love you all. I may disagree, but love does not worry about that, it is concerned with careing for other first. Love is letting a person clean the blood from their face. It is an action, yet that action can be so much more. We are missing love and we desperately need it back. Seek love people, seek it!
Friday, May 20, 2005
I've had Enough of this Feminist Shit!
Webster's Dictionary's second meaning for the word Bitch is, "a malicious, spiteful, and domineering woman". I find that this term is not used often enough to describe women in politics and in the field of journalism. I admit that there are very many talented and good willed women in both fields, but I am so insensed by the vast majority of hard core bitches that I simple canot stay silent any longer. In particular I shall focus on one Daphne Bramham, a bitch who writes for the Vancouver Sun and often writes about "evil white guys". I find her most offensive and bigoted, so I shall not remain silent about my feelings for her.
In an article entitled "Stronach Definition brings out Sexist Knuckledraggers" she tears into the Conservative MP's who commented on Belinda Stronach's recent defection as "prostitution" and "whoreing". Although these comments may not have been leveled at a male MP I think that her sexuality does have a great deal to do wit h the situation. The fact that she was sleeping with Conservative MP Peter McKay is enough to bring it in. She obviously uses her sexuality to further her political cureer, and jumped ship when it looked like Paul Martin could give her a better cureer. I am not accusing her of any sexual activity with Paul Martin, but her treatment of McKay is reprehensible. the issue here is not about Stronach though, I can see the other side of the story where it is very offensive to call any woman a whore. I can see both sides in that situation. My problem is the "logical" conclusion to which Daphne Bramham takes the whole situation. After a rather large rant about how bigoted and masogenistic the conservative MP's were for their comments she ends with this (and this is the biggest irony of all feminism): "What would the WHITE GUYS do then? They'd target Indo-Canadians, Chinese-Canadians, First Nations people and anybody elsewho's not just like them." That comment is both malicious and spiteful, which means that my definition as her as a bitch is correct. Why is it accepted to be bigoted towards WHITE GUYS? Why are WHITE GUYS demonized in the media? These tirades against WHITE GUYS have to stop, I found three full length articles about the evils of white men in one edition of the Vancouver Sun. That just isn't good journalism and the comments of a number of female MP's decrying WHITE GUYS is just not good politics. Stop, stop, stop, stop , stop! To quote my friend Christine, "I am sick of all this feminist SHIT!" Women are not oppressed, or looked down on by the majority of men in Canada, so do not group all white men together in one group of bigots or you will be guilty of bigotry yourself. So, Daphne Brahman, that is why I used a dictionary definition to describe you, because the way yuo acted in your article is bitchy. You are obviously an intelligent and talented woman, just stop with this oppressed woman facade, because it just doesn't exist anymore. And that's the way it is...
the philosopher one
In an article entitled "Stronach Definition brings out Sexist Knuckledraggers" she tears into the Conservative MP's who commented on Belinda Stronach's recent defection as "prostitution" and "whoreing". Although these comments may not have been leveled at a male MP I think that her sexuality does have a great deal to do wit h the situation. The fact that she was sleeping with Conservative MP Peter McKay is enough to bring it in. She obviously uses her sexuality to further her political cureer, and jumped ship when it looked like Paul Martin could give her a better cureer. I am not accusing her of any sexual activity with Paul Martin, but her treatment of McKay is reprehensible. the issue here is not about Stronach though, I can see the other side of the story where it is very offensive to call any woman a whore. I can see both sides in that situation. My problem is the "logical" conclusion to which Daphne Bramham takes the whole situation. After a rather large rant about how bigoted and masogenistic the conservative MP's were for their comments she ends with this (and this is the biggest irony of all feminism): "What would the WHITE GUYS do then? They'd target Indo-Canadians, Chinese-Canadians, First Nations people and anybody elsewho's not just like them." That comment is both malicious and spiteful, which means that my definition as her as a bitch is correct. Why is it accepted to be bigoted towards WHITE GUYS? Why are WHITE GUYS demonized in the media? These tirades against WHITE GUYS have to stop, I found three full length articles about the evils of white men in one edition of the Vancouver Sun. That just isn't good journalism and the comments of a number of female MP's decrying WHITE GUYS is just not good politics. Stop, stop, stop, stop , stop! To quote my friend Christine, "I am sick of all this feminist SHIT!" Women are not oppressed, or looked down on by the majority of men in Canada, so do not group all white men together in one group of bigots or you will be guilty of bigotry yourself. So, Daphne Brahman, that is why I used a dictionary definition to describe you, because the way yuo acted in your article is bitchy. You are obviously an intelligent and talented woman, just stop with this oppressed woman facade, because it just doesn't exist anymore. And that's the way it is...
the philosopher one
Monday, May 16, 2005
Culture shock
It must be hard for those raised outside of North America to see through the veil of cultural difference, and understand he state of our fair continent.
In fact, I find it hard.
It just seems that we've so badly lost sight of what's important.
We live in a consumer driven society; without constant product turn over, industry shuts down. This means that our products MUST be disposed of after a short period of time, room MUST be made in the marketplace for new products. Therefore, what incentive is there for making a quality product. It's a recipe for bankrupcy.
Our entire lives are consumed with creating poor quality products, making a wage, and buying said poor quality products.
We are more and more being culturally conditioned through the media towards low self-esteem, and greater depths (or should I say shallows) of blind, rabid consumerism. Tying our self worth to what car we drive, what neighborhood we live in, how new our appliances are, and how our bodies stack up against the stars'.
Our fixation on shallow exterior things is mirrored by our fascination with hollywood's stars- we know them only as two dimensional images, spouting lines on a screen, but we adore them regardless.
One is more likely to read tabloid gossip about who Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise is dating (Angelina Jolie, and Katie Holmes, respectively...this gossip is everywhere, even I know it off-hand.)than the important news stories from off continent, or even outside of America. For an even more telling example, one must look only as far as Paris Hilton. Here is an empty-headed bimbo, who has lived a life of luxury, and comfort, who gains stardom simply because her face shows up on tv. Even the fickle and shallow world of fame has no exclusivity anymore, one needn't even have basic talent to enter it, simply show up on tv and voila, you're a star.
While we're on the supject of stars with no talent, lets have a look at the music scene. We live in a time of computers and synthesizers, and software that can make anyone sound good, that is a fact; but the way that producers have exploited this computer gear, in order that they might cheapen their own profession I might add, is appalling. Using synthesizers to make good singers sound even better than in past generations, unavoidable, but using them to launch multi-platinum careers of no talent bimbo's, criminal. (I'm looking at you Ashlee...)
All of this can be justified I'm sure simply by stating, as I did at the beginning of this article, that we are living in a society reliant on quantity, not quality, and that these new developments are simply that culture being taken to it's logical conclusion. And I suppose that is true, this IS a caricature of our past culture.
It's no wonder North America suffers from poor self-esteem, our women suffer through crippling depression on account of their physical selves, and a rediculous standard set up by the media (a standard which surpasses even the models posing for it, thanks to lighting tricks, and even computer editing) we work ourselves into heart attacks trying to provide the newest cars, homes and electronics, all of which will break down and need to be replaced in a matter of years.
The growth of intellectual relativism has even crushed our sense of togetherness and worth- nothing is permanent here.
We often wonder, what will the Archaeologistsof the far future think of us when they find out civilization?
I counter that there will be nothing for them to find. How long do you suppose our dvd's, wood frame houses, and tickle-me-elmo's will last under the weight and stress of time? And as for our great skyscrapers, we ourselves will take care of those, one must only look to Las Vegas to see the active destruction of our own steel and concrete monuments to satisfy the tides of change, and the whims of our new-born relative society.
Nothing physical is permanant, but failing that, we lack even stability, even the illusion of permanance. We look towards Europe, and see the great monuments of ages past; the great stone block pyramids of Egypt, the awe inspiring Colusseum of Ancient Rome, even the gothic spires of France's great Cathedrals.
Not permanent, but stable.
Many thousands of years of history were reconded with that stone, and we treasure them still. I suppose that had those great monuments been built in North America, we'd have torn the great Colusseum down every thirty years, and built an even larger Superdome, or Astrodome. We lose our Tangeable link to our past, and therefore we have none. We live a life of immediacy, a life in the present, all the while seeking for something to fill the void left by history and culture.
For that is what humanity seeks, permanence, a link to our past; and we try to find it- through heraldry, and exploring the highlights of our ancient roots. All because we were born and raised, in a culture that offered us nothing.
A family home, a place where generation after generation have a tangeable link, and yes, it's not the building that forces that link, it's the people and the memories, but humans think in a linear manner, we require a tangeable place that recalls those memories, a place that offers the illusion of permanence, and allows us to know truly who we are.
Permanence, stability, and purpose are what we all crave, and the tangeable reprisentations of those things; quality, craftsmanship, durability, are what we have abandoned piece-meal in our society, with tragic results. We have created a lost civilization; each person lost with-in themselves, and lost within the whole, and all this so we can replace our "out-dated" PS1, with a PS2, or our "out-dated" PS2 with a PSP......
In fact, I find it hard.
It just seems that we've so badly lost sight of what's important.
We live in a consumer driven society; without constant product turn over, industry shuts down. This means that our products MUST be disposed of after a short period of time, room MUST be made in the marketplace for new products. Therefore, what incentive is there for making a quality product. It's a recipe for bankrupcy.
Our entire lives are consumed with creating poor quality products, making a wage, and buying said poor quality products.
We are more and more being culturally conditioned through the media towards low self-esteem, and greater depths (or should I say shallows) of blind, rabid consumerism. Tying our self worth to what car we drive, what neighborhood we live in, how new our appliances are, and how our bodies stack up against the stars'.
Our fixation on shallow exterior things is mirrored by our fascination with hollywood's stars- we know them only as two dimensional images, spouting lines on a screen, but we adore them regardless.
One is more likely to read tabloid gossip about who Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise is dating (Angelina Jolie, and Katie Holmes, respectively...this gossip is everywhere, even I know it off-hand.)than the important news stories from off continent, or even outside of America. For an even more telling example, one must look only as far as Paris Hilton. Here is an empty-headed bimbo, who has lived a life of luxury, and comfort, who gains stardom simply because her face shows up on tv. Even the fickle and shallow world of fame has no exclusivity anymore, one needn't even have basic talent to enter it, simply show up on tv and voila, you're a star.
While we're on the supject of stars with no talent, lets have a look at the music scene. We live in a time of computers and synthesizers, and software that can make anyone sound good, that is a fact; but the way that producers have exploited this computer gear, in order that they might cheapen their own profession I might add, is appalling. Using synthesizers to make good singers sound even better than in past generations, unavoidable, but using them to launch multi-platinum careers of no talent bimbo's, criminal. (I'm looking at you Ashlee...)
All of this can be justified I'm sure simply by stating, as I did at the beginning of this article, that we are living in a society reliant on quantity, not quality, and that these new developments are simply that culture being taken to it's logical conclusion. And I suppose that is true, this IS a caricature of our past culture.
It's no wonder North America suffers from poor self-esteem, our women suffer through crippling depression on account of their physical selves, and a rediculous standard set up by the media (a standard which surpasses even the models posing for it, thanks to lighting tricks, and even computer editing) we work ourselves into heart attacks trying to provide the newest cars, homes and electronics, all of which will break down and need to be replaced in a matter of years.
The growth of intellectual relativism has even crushed our sense of togetherness and worth- nothing is permanent here.
We often wonder, what will the Archaeologistsof the far future think of us when they find out civilization?
I counter that there will be nothing for them to find. How long do you suppose our dvd's, wood frame houses, and tickle-me-elmo's will last under the weight and stress of time? And as for our great skyscrapers, we ourselves will take care of those, one must only look to Las Vegas to see the active destruction of our own steel and concrete monuments to satisfy the tides of change, and the whims of our new-born relative society.
Nothing physical is permanant, but failing that, we lack even stability, even the illusion of permanance. We look towards Europe, and see the great monuments of ages past; the great stone block pyramids of Egypt, the awe inspiring Colusseum of Ancient Rome, even the gothic spires of France's great Cathedrals.
Not permanent, but stable.
Many thousands of years of history were reconded with that stone, and we treasure them still. I suppose that had those great monuments been built in North America, we'd have torn the great Colusseum down every thirty years, and built an even larger Superdome, or Astrodome. We lose our Tangeable link to our past, and therefore we have none. We live a life of immediacy, a life in the present, all the while seeking for something to fill the void left by history and culture.
For that is what humanity seeks, permanence, a link to our past; and we try to find it- through heraldry, and exploring the highlights of our ancient roots. All because we were born and raised, in a culture that offered us nothing.
A family home, a place where generation after generation have a tangeable link, and yes, it's not the building that forces that link, it's the people and the memories, but humans think in a linear manner, we require a tangeable place that recalls those memories, a place that offers the illusion of permanence, and allows us to know truly who we are.
Permanence, stability, and purpose are what we all crave, and the tangeable reprisentations of those things; quality, craftsmanship, durability, are what we have abandoned piece-meal in our society, with tragic results. We have created a lost civilization; each person lost with-in themselves, and lost within the whole, and all this so we can replace our "out-dated" PS1, with a PS2, or our "out-dated" PS2 with a PSP......
Survivor and Salvation
Some if not all of you have been wandering where the lovely cast of this blog have gone. Well, I cant speak for the group (actually I can but they'll just beat me) but I was taken hostage in North Korea. Amazing? Yes. Insane? Perhaps. Do you still have that rash?....tell you later. Now then onto my tale on how I escaped from Pyongyang, North Korea.
I was happily eating a yogurt stick near the border of Korea. What was I doing there? you monkey wrench throwing audience ask. Simple. There were free T-shirts of Kim Jong Il. I cant pass up a deal like that. So I wandered around the border being yelled at by both sides. Suddenly my yogurt stick flew out of my hand and landed in no mans land. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was an act of something more powerful, maybe I just threw it for fun, in any case it landed in between the two borders.
Thats when the North Korean guards come in. As I tried to retrieve my yogurt stick (which by the way are absolutly FABULOUS!) I was roughly taken across the North Korean border. Why didnt the South Koreans help me? Well maybe it had something to do with my being nude. But hey its a liberal world aint it?
I was quickly clothed in drab communist cloth clothing and hurled into a jeep. A sack that smelled slightly of a locker room was pulled over my head so I could see a thing. Not like I cared. For the reason I didnt care was because on loud speakers throughout North Korea was the average propaganda that seems so effective in sapping the will of the oppressed people. Now propaganda itself can somewhat dull you and make you a pawn of the governement but what really works is music. A certain type of music. I think you know what Im talking about.
Maroon 5. The skinny emo losers that play horrid ear bleeding music were played intersperced with the propaganda. It'd drive any sane person mad. Luckly Im not sane so it didnt effect me much. On and on we drove through Pyongyang with people throwing things at me. Why? Somehow I had gotten naked again. Quite a talent I must admit since I was in handcuffs. Anyhoo we drove until we stopped. What?
I was forced out of the jeep and hustled into a small cell. There the hood, thankfully, was taken off and I saw what was to be my cell, unthankfully. It was a wee little cell. Like being in a cubicle with more natural light. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light I saw a figure standing near the slit of a window. At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me (sneaky little devils) but no it was...
Tom Westman. Thats right. The recent winner of Survivor. Needless to say in my Forrest Gump-esque life I had never met a Survivor winner. He stared at me with his intense eyes then went back to staring out the window. Not wanting to disturb him I sat quietly in the corner. Thats when I noticed the cell door was open. Guess the NK guards arent very bright. Quickly I yelled for Tom and we both ran out of the prison complex.
I'll quickly some up what happend. Stolen AK-47s, Dead guards, stolen MiG fighter, diplomatic problems, WWIII almost happened AND I found a dime. So what the point my Alfs? I beilive that Tom Westman of truck 108 of New York was trying to stop the nuclear program of North Korea. Why? he won survivor folks. He can do anyhting. I think I saw him fly once.
So go out on this monday and try not to think of your own suffering rather the suffering of others. And if you find yourself naked on the border. Grab yourself a yogurt stick. They're grrrrrrrrrrrrrreat! Stupid Tony.
Adieu.
My legs wish to foxtrot.
I was happily eating a yogurt stick near the border of Korea. What was I doing there? you monkey wrench throwing audience ask. Simple. There were free T-shirts of Kim Jong Il. I cant pass up a deal like that. So I wandered around the border being yelled at by both sides. Suddenly my yogurt stick flew out of my hand and landed in no mans land. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was an act of something more powerful, maybe I just threw it for fun, in any case it landed in between the two borders.
Thats when the North Korean guards come in. As I tried to retrieve my yogurt stick (which by the way are absolutly FABULOUS!) I was roughly taken across the North Korean border. Why didnt the South Koreans help me? Well maybe it had something to do with my being nude. But hey its a liberal world aint it?
I was quickly clothed in drab communist cloth clothing and hurled into a jeep. A sack that smelled slightly of a locker room was pulled over my head so I could see a thing. Not like I cared. For the reason I didnt care was because on loud speakers throughout North Korea was the average propaganda that seems so effective in sapping the will of the oppressed people. Now propaganda itself can somewhat dull you and make you a pawn of the governement but what really works is music. A certain type of music. I think you know what Im talking about.
Maroon 5. The skinny emo losers that play horrid ear bleeding music were played intersperced with the propaganda. It'd drive any sane person mad. Luckly Im not sane so it didnt effect me much. On and on we drove through Pyongyang with people throwing things at me. Why? Somehow I had gotten naked again. Quite a talent I must admit since I was in handcuffs. Anyhoo we drove until we stopped. What?
I was forced out of the jeep and hustled into a small cell. There the hood, thankfully, was taken off and I saw what was to be my cell, unthankfully. It was a wee little cell. Like being in a cubicle with more natural light. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light I saw a figure standing near the slit of a window. At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me (sneaky little devils) but no it was...
Tom Westman. Thats right. The recent winner of Survivor. Needless to say in my Forrest Gump-esque life I had never met a Survivor winner. He stared at me with his intense eyes then went back to staring out the window. Not wanting to disturb him I sat quietly in the corner. Thats when I noticed the cell door was open. Guess the NK guards arent very bright. Quickly I yelled for Tom and we both ran out of the prison complex.
I'll quickly some up what happend. Stolen AK-47s, Dead guards, stolen MiG fighter, diplomatic problems, WWIII almost happened AND I found a dime. So what the point my Alfs? I beilive that Tom Westman of truck 108 of New York was trying to stop the nuclear program of North Korea. Why? he won survivor folks. He can do anyhting. I think I saw him fly once.
So go out on this monday and try not to think of your own suffering rather the suffering of others. And if you find yourself naked on the border. Grab yourself a yogurt stick. They're grrrrrrrrrrrrrreat! Stupid Tony.
Adieu.
My legs wish to foxtrot.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Arms and Anesthesia
I know a guy, who knows a chick, that knows an uncle, whos cousin friends brother is an illgeal arms dealer to Third World countries. Some say these people are criminals. And they are. But thats beside the point. How did I get involved? you sausage eating audience ask. I shall spin you a yarn. Or maybe knit a sweater. Its cold outside.
I was riding a llama through the jungles of Peru a few years back. I was on a quest to find a lost Incan city. Unknown to me at the time it had been found and know about for roughly 56 years. Anyhoo, my sherpa guide who I named Scarface (his real name was Pedro or something I didnt pay much heed) was leading me to a certain spot where I thought the city was. If only I could read maps properly. Turns out that where I though the city was, was actually the Amazon river. Live and learn I guess.
But as we were carry my llama across (llamas are deathly afraid of water) a group of hairy men lept out and shot Scarface. Oh how I wept. Because the llama was heavy and it fell on me. It was heavy. Anyway, a group of mean lookin men came over, dragged the llama off me and pointed their Kolishnikov AK-47 assualt rifles in my direction. Now I had gotten out of worst scraps before. Just ask me how I escaped from Nazi Germany AND Stalinistic Russia in one day. Man that was a bad day.
So the group of pseudo-military milita men blindfolded me and lead me to what I assumed was to be their base camp. After almost killing myself and three guards at numerous occaisions they decided to relieve me of the blindfold. After what seemed 25 minutes we reached their shabby little camp. Guns, Stinger misslies and other weaponry lay about the site. Also a LOVELY little basket of fruit.
The guards whom I named Larry, Curly, Moe and Darrin shoved me into the largest, and smelliest tent. I blinked a few times because of the lack of light. Then as they began to focus I saw a figure sleeping on the bed. It was the numa numa guy! Amazing. Lying there doing his danc to Maroon 5. One annoying band deserves another. Before he could wake up I slipped out and ran. I wont bore you with the details. Lets just say I owe the Peruvian government a new helicopter.
The point. Yes, we've reached it. The Numa Numa man (AKA Gary Brolsma) is selling illegal arms. Why? To fund an entire website to prolong his 13 and a half seconds of fame. I know. I was surprised too. I did steal some intresting papers outta that tent while I was there. And thats what they said. Either that or I fell asleep watching CNN again. So go out and enjoy this May day. MAY DAY!
Adieu.
My glass eye has fallen out.
I was riding a llama through the jungles of Peru a few years back. I was on a quest to find a lost Incan city. Unknown to me at the time it had been found and know about for roughly 56 years. Anyhoo, my sherpa guide who I named Scarface (his real name was Pedro or something I didnt pay much heed) was leading me to a certain spot where I thought the city was. If only I could read maps properly. Turns out that where I though the city was, was actually the Amazon river. Live and learn I guess.
But as we were carry my llama across (llamas are deathly afraid of water) a group of hairy men lept out and shot Scarface. Oh how I wept. Because the llama was heavy and it fell on me. It was heavy. Anyway, a group of mean lookin men came over, dragged the llama off me and pointed their Kolishnikov AK-47 assualt rifles in my direction. Now I had gotten out of worst scraps before. Just ask me how I escaped from Nazi Germany AND Stalinistic Russia in one day. Man that was a bad day.
So the group of pseudo-military milita men blindfolded me and lead me to what I assumed was to be their base camp. After almost killing myself and three guards at numerous occaisions they decided to relieve me of the blindfold. After what seemed 25 minutes we reached their shabby little camp. Guns, Stinger misslies and other weaponry lay about the site. Also a LOVELY little basket of fruit.
The guards whom I named Larry, Curly, Moe and Darrin shoved me into the largest, and smelliest tent. I blinked a few times because of the lack of light. Then as they began to focus I saw a figure sleeping on the bed. It was the numa numa guy! Amazing. Lying there doing his danc to Maroon 5. One annoying band deserves another. Before he could wake up I slipped out and ran. I wont bore you with the details. Lets just say I owe the Peruvian government a new helicopter.
The point. Yes, we've reached it. The Numa Numa man (AKA Gary Brolsma) is selling illegal arms. Why? To fund an entire website to prolong his 13 and a half seconds of fame. I know. I was surprised too. I did steal some intresting papers outta that tent while I was there. And thats what they said. Either that or I fell asleep watching CNN again. So go out and enjoy this May day. MAY DAY!
Adieu.
My glass eye has fallen out.
Monday, May 02, 2005
Peanuts and a Punk Rock Song
Peanuts are destroying society as we know it. I know what youre thinking my little Sith warriors, peanuts cant do anything, whys he talking about peanuts? Well my friends I shall tell you. It began a long time ag....nevermind it happened a month ago last tuesday.
I was lying on the floor trying to yell at the Mole People to stop thier attacks on North Korea when all of a sudden, I died. Thats right. I, The Pretty One, died on that day. How? I dont know. Perhaps I shouldve not pounded the ground near that antique Zulu spear I have hanging precariously above me. But hindsight is 20/20. Now then, what was i going on about? Oh yeah I dead.
I felt myself floating above my skewerd body and drifting up towards heaven. Then i stopped, hovered for a moment and plumetted like a Vanilla Ice record. Through the ground I fell, continuing down past the mole people until I reached Heck. Not hell, heck. It's like hell but less hot and evil. More like spending a day in New Jersey. Anywho, as I sat there trying to get my bearings who should walk up to me but, Chris Farley.
I know. I was amazed too. What was a comedian who died of an O.D doing in heck? Immediatly Mr. Farley went into one of his classic freak out bits. Physical humour plus his incredbly nimbleness that had captured audiences for over ten years on SNL. But quickly I grew bored and edged my way towards a lage door marked private. Of course I went in. Its the little rebel in me.
Inside at a large and forboding desk sat the most hideous and derranged creature I had ever laid my beautiful eyes on. It was Yasser Arafat. Strange as it was he looked almost human. He asked me what I was doing in Heck. I said I came to discover what I was doing there myself. So we chatted for a while over Mountain Dew and Krispy Cremes. Finally, after a lot of laughs, tears and opening on our love of all things punk, he decided to share with me the secret of why our society is so very wrong.
He looked aaround to make sure no one was looking then placed a CD in the player which sat beside him. It blared out Bad Religions 'Punk Rock Song'. THe reason for societies decline, he said, was peanuts. Now he didnt have time to eleaborate before a large demon wearing a Maroon 5 t-shirt(I guess demonic minions like that music)came in and dragged me away. Not saying a word he hurled me back up through a large hole. I went soaring through the earth until I reached my body.
So thats my story as you see. Learned my lesson and so did she. Well, actually no. niether I nor her learned our lessons. The point you ask? I dont know. Yasser (or Y-Dog as he's known to friends) didnt get to explain to me why peanuts are ruining our society. So....work it out on your own. Go out and dance around a maypole this day. I must go back at yelling at the Mole people so I can stop WW3 or the next Maroon 5 tour.
Adieu.
My tongue has gone astray.
I was lying on the floor trying to yell at the Mole People to stop thier attacks on North Korea when all of a sudden, I died. Thats right. I, The Pretty One, died on that day. How? I dont know. Perhaps I shouldve not pounded the ground near that antique Zulu spear I have hanging precariously above me. But hindsight is 20/20. Now then, what was i going on about? Oh yeah I dead.
I felt myself floating above my skewerd body and drifting up towards heaven. Then i stopped, hovered for a moment and plumetted like a Vanilla Ice record. Through the ground I fell, continuing down past the mole people until I reached Heck. Not hell, heck. It's like hell but less hot and evil. More like spending a day in New Jersey. Anywho, as I sat there trying to get my bearings who should walk up to me but, Chris Farley.
I know. I was amazed too. What was a comedian who died of an O.D doing in heck? Immediatly Mr. Farley went into one of his classic freak out bits. Physical humour plus his incredbly nimbleness that had captured audiences for over ten years on SNL. But quickly I grew bored and edged my way towards a lage door marked private. Of course I went in. Its the little rebel in me.
Inside at a large and forboding desk sat the most hideous and derranged creature I had ever laid my beautiful eyes on. It was Yasser Arafat. Strange as it was he looked almost human. He asked me what I was doing in Heck. I said I came to discover what I was doing there myself. So we chatted for a while over Mountain Dew and Krispy Cremes. Finally, after a lot of laughs, tears and opening on our love of all things punk, he decided to share with me the secret of why our society is so very wrong.
He looked aaround to make sure no one was looking then placed a CD in the player which sat beside him. It blared out Bad Religions 'Punk Rock Song'. THe reason for societies decline, he said, was peanuts. Now he didnt have time to eleaborate before a large demon wearing a Maroon 5 t-shirt(I guess demonic minions like that music)came in and dragged me away. Not saying a word he hurled me back up through a large hole. I went soaring through the earth until I reached my body.
So thats my story as you see. Learned my lesson and so did she. Well, actually no. niether I nor her learned our lessons. The point you ask? I dont know. Yasser (or Y-Dog as he's known to friends) didnt get to explain to me why peanuts are ruining our society. So....work it out on your own. Go out and dance around a maypole this day. I must go back at yelling at the Mole people so I can stop WW3 or the next Maroon 5 tour.
Adieu.
My tongue has gone astray.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Illegal Immigrants and Incoporeal
I was driving my 1976, two tone, two cynlinder, Gremlin down near the border betweeen Arizona and Mexico the other day. Happily whistling "Vacation Holiday" by the Gogos....I mean singing along to "Incoporeal" by (find out and win a prize). Anyway, all of a sudden I saw something incredibly odd. Four or five people darted out from underneath a fence right in my way. Well, if I hadnt stopped a good 25 feet from them we all couldve died.
So I carefully opened the passenger side door and crawled out fo my Gremlin. Then I saw them close up. It was John Bolton and some illegal immigrants. Needless to say I was startled. What was a UN diplomat canidate doing crawling under a fence near Tombstone Arizona? Mr. Bolton quickly ran up to me. Punched me in the head. And stole my Gremlin.
Several hours later I woke up with only a burlap sack covering my body. It was cold in the desert a fact I didnt realize til right then. So I began wandering alone. Coyote howls mixed with the roar of a T-Rex I thought I saw. Turned out later to be a cactus. Hey, Im a city boy. What do you suspect, Grizzly Adams?
Anywho, I walked alone for about 3 hours in the chill of the night. When as I came over a hill, almost dying from dehydration I saw a flash of metal. Running towards it a Gordon Campbell-esque drunk run I quickly found a metal locker buried in the desert. On finding no key I pick up a rock smashed it open. Inside laid what I never expected to find. Social Security checks. Hundreds of millions of them.
So I started a fire with them. Hey, I was cold. Besides I dont think any of them were yours. Unless your names started or ended with an 'A', then Im afraid its going to be a long winter. Anywhatthecrap, after I was toasty warm I promptly fell asleep.
Thats when the horror of horrors reached me. I woke up happy. Then began to get my bearings. I was hit by a realization. I had woken up, in the middle of a Maroon 5 concert. My mind was going to explode from the noise of the air-raid, off tune, annoying and lame sounds of the band. Their entire fan base was there. All 12 of them. I took off faster then Bush when he hears the word oil.
Now I wont bore you people on how I made it out of the desert. Needless to say it involves some RANGERS who have POWER. The point my friends is this. If you can find a kiwi youll survive in the desert. And if you ever find yourself in a Maroon 5 concert, run like your feet are going out of style. Now I must go and find my Gremlin.
Adieu.
My thumbs are marching to Krakow.
So I carefully opened the passenger side door and crawled out fo my Gremlin. Then I saw them close up. It was John Bolton and some illegal immigrants. Needless to say I was startled. What was a UN diplomat canidate doing crawling under a fence near Tombstone Arizona? Mr. Bolton quickly ran up to me. Punched me in the head. And stole my Gremlin.
Several hours later I woke up with only a burlap sack covering my body. It was cold in the desert a fact I didnt realize til right then. So I began wandering alone. Coyote howls mixed with the roar of a T-Rex I thought I saw. Turned out later to be a cactus. Hey, Im a city boy. What do you suspect, Grizzly Adams?
Anywho, I walked alone for about 3 hours in the chill of the night. When as I came over a hill, almost dying from dehydration I saw a flash of metal. Running towards it a Gordon Campbell-esque drunk run I quickly found a metal locker buried in the desert. On finding no key I pick up a rock smashed it open. Inside laid what I never expected to find. Social Security checks. Hundreds of millions of them.
So I started a fire with them. Hey, I was cold. Besides I dont think any of them were yours. Unless your names started or ended with an 'A', then Im afraid its going to be a long winter. Anywhatthecrap, after I was toasty warm I promptly fell asleep.
Thats when the horror of horrors reached me. I woke up happy. Then began to get my bearings. I was hit by a realization. I had woken up, in the middle of a Maroon 5 concert. My mind was going to explode from the noise of the air-raid, off tune, annoying and lame sounds of the band. Their entire fan base was there. All 12 of them. I took off faster then Bush when he hears the word oil.
Now I wont bore you people on how I made it out of the desert. Needless to say it involves some RANGERS who have POWER. The point my friends is this. If you can find a kiwi youll survive in the desert. And if you ever find yourself in a Maroon 5 concert, run like your feet are going out of style. Now I must go and find my Gremlin.
Adieu.
My thumbs are marching to Krakow.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Warning labels
Cigarettes have warning labels.
These often graphic depictions of blackened lungs, gummed up aortas, or even amusing little limp cigarretes to show how smoking increases erectile dysfunction; are supposed to stem the tide of new smokers, and help convince habitual smokers to quit. As far as I can tell, these graphic pictures have not had the desired effect; they have not halted smoking, they have not stopped new smokers form starting, and often, smokers collect the boxes, in an attempt to collect the whole set.
Now, I digress. The purpose of my little rant is to ask, why smoking?
Why has smoking alone been targeted for this campaign of graphic deterrant images?
I maintain that as long as one social issue is being targetted (smoking and the concurrent health issues) why not others?
Every bottle of Jack Daniels should have a picture of a wife with a black eye, every pack of beer should have a picture of a puddle of vomit and urine in a sleazy bar's mens-room, and every bottle of sambuca should have a picture of a drunken italian knife fight. (ps. This does not constitute an attack on any of the above mentioned brands of products...we LOVE them all.)
But fair is fair.
Liver damage, domestic abuse, fatal car accidents, and splitting headaches all link to alcohol use; why then has the government attampted to regulate cigarettes and not drinking. Now, I don't support the government heavily regulating it's citizens, or living in a repressive closed society, but I would like a government who is genuinely interested in the well being of it's citizens and regulates the products available to us with a fair hand, not picking and choosing what it likes and doesn't like.
All I wish is that either the government would cease to use this negative imagery on packaging, or that they would consistently apply it to all potentially harmful products- that and find a way to get rid of this pounding headache and hangover...
Adieu.
These often graphic depictions of blackened lungs, gummed up aortas, or even amusing little limp cigarretes to show how smoking increases erectile dysfunction; are supposed to stem the tide of new smokers, and help convince habitual smokers to quit. As far as I can tell, these graphic pictures have not had the desired effect; they have not halted smoking, they have not stopped new smokers form starting, and often, smokers collect the boxes, in an attempt to collect the whole set.
Now, I digress. The purpose of my little rant is to ask, why smoking?
Why has smoking alone been targeted for this campaign of graphic deterrant images?
I maintain that as long as one social issue is being targetted (smoking and the concurrent health issues) why not others?
Every bottle of Jack Daniels should have a picture of a wife with a black eye, every pack of beer should have a picture of a puddle of vomit and urine in a sleazy bar's mens-room, and every bottle of sambuca should have a picture of a drunken italian knife fight. (ps. This does not constitute an attack on any of the above mentioned brands of products...we LOVE them all.)
But fair is fair.
Liver damage, domestic abuse, fatal car accidents, and splitting headaches all link to alcohol use; why then has the government attampted to regulate cigarettes and not drinking. Now, I don't support the government heavily regulating it's citizens, or living in a repressive closed society, but I would like a government who is genuinely interested in the well being of it's citizens and regulates the products available to us with a fair hand, not picking and choosing what it likes and doesn't like.
All I wish is that either the government would cease to use this negative imagery on packaging, or that they would consistently apply it to all potentially harmful products- that and find a way to get rid of this pounding headache and hangover...
Adieu.
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