Click me. I get bigger.Happy Christmas everyone!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Day 3: Retrospect
Woah. Loser much?
I tried uploading a new video on youtube, the machine hates me. It's taking forever to load. My life is over. Dark depravity. I'm done.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Metaphorical Fruit
Whenever I hear people say "that's like comparing apples to oranges" it never makes sense to me.
In fact, there is no two fruits that are more alike than apples and oranges. I mean, they're both fruit, they're both roughly spherical and they serve the same social purpose. Like, if I was having lunch with someone eating and apple, and I looked away for a moment and he suddenly decided to switch it with an orange, I don't think I would have noticed. I can't think of anything can be more similar to and orange than and apple.
So how can someone use this phrase as a metaphor for making the distinguish of a difference. I could better understand if you said something like "that's like comparing apples and vitamin C pills", or "that's like comparing apples and JRR Tolkein", or "that's like comparing apples and the internet", or "that's like comparing apples to the steady decline in our society's ability to communicate a simple concept". Those are much better examples of comparison. But not apples and oranges.
In fact, there is no two fruits that are more alike than apples and oranges. I mean, they're both fruit, they're both roughly spherical and they serve the same social purpose. Like, if I was having lunch with someone eating and apple, and I looked away for a moment and he suddenly decided to switch it with an orange, I don't think I would have noticed. I can't think of anything can be more similar to and orange than and apple.
So how can someone use this phrase as a metaphor for making the distinguish of a difference. I could better understand if you said something like "that's like comparing apples and vitamin C pills", or "that's like comparing apples and JRR Tolkein", or "that's like comparing apples and the internet", or "that's like comparing apples to the steady decline in our society's ability to communicate a simple concept". Those are much better examples of comparison. But not apples and oranges.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
That's the Bad News
A very famous author once said that "if you watch the local news, your brain will turn to mush". At the time, I had to agree somewhat, but increasingly I agree even more. You simply can't trust the news anymore.
The state of our society these days is falling apart. We are all classified by our race, social class and how much we know about celebrities. Mainstream news decided somewhere along the lines that they needed to start reporting on celebrities too. And after they do it, they complain about the amount of news coverage they get. When Paris Hilton walked out of jail looking like she was walking the catwalk, CNN replayed that video clip of her smiling for hours on end. This was depressing, and what happened next was depressingly predictable. At 9PM that night they all had a discussion on how Paris Hilton's TV coverage. I don't think I really need to explain why this is stupid.
It seems that television is now complaining about itself, they feel it is a waste of time to talk about Paris HIlton when they are complaining about the fact that Paris Hilton is on TV. I think it's too late to save the news now, for obvious reasons. That's the bad news.
The state of our society these days is falling apart. We are all classified by our race, social class and how much we know about celebrities. Mainstream news decided somewhere along the lines that they needed to start reporting on celebrities too. And after they do it, they complain about the amount of news coverage they get. When Paris Hilton walked out of jail looking like she was walking the catwalk, CNN replayed that video clip of her smiling for hours on end. This was depressing, and what happened next was depressingly predictable. At 9PM that night they all had a discussion on how Paris Hilton's TV coverage. I don't think I really need to explain why this is stupid.
It seems that television is now complaining about itself, they feel it is a waste of time to talk about Paris HIlton when they are complaining about the fact that Paris Hilton is on TV. I think it's too late to save the news now, for obvious reasons. That's the bad news.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
ONE PLANET/THE VLOG
Well, on July 7th, 2007 I released a a little something on dA (DeviantArt) and it has since then become quite popular for my starndards. It has almost reached 3,000 views now. And I know that's not lots, but it's tons for me. Also ~~~ I've made a Vlog, like I was talking about doing a few months ago. Here is everything.
ONE PLANET
ONE PLANET_ by ~harajukumatt on deviantART
THE VLOG
ONE PLANET
ONE PLANET_ by ~harajukumatt on deviantART
THE VLOG
Friday, October 12, 2007
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Random Rant 00:01
Now I remember why I stopped going on myspace; it's all these attention-seeking losers who post meaningless "OMGZ, new picz. comment them or I'll hate you". I can honestly say that I used to post stuff like this - but it's just getting tired. Or there's stuff like this:
"Fuck
last night was like so awesome
i got fucking drunk
I have a headache
hangovers suck
this sucks
i just feel like shit
im going to go lie down
leave me some live bitches"
Okay - first off. Stop telling us about your life and just go do it. If you're not on myspace for 20 minutes I'm sure you're friends wont die without you. I guess that's just the way we communicate these days. I'm worried for the future. We're so disconnected, the only way we know how to communicate is through chats online. If nostalgia is remembering the past better than is actually was, what word describes the opposite? What word describes imagining a future that will be worse than logic dictates? Whatever is is, I need less of it. And everyone on myspace seems to need more of it.
"Fuck
last night was like so awesome
i got fucking drunk
I have a headache
hangovers suck
this sucks
i just feel like shit
im going to go lie down
leave me some live bitches"
Okay - first off. Stop telling us about your life and just go do it. If you're not on myspace for 20 minutes I'm sure you're friends wont die without you. I guess that's just the way we communicate these days. I'm worried for the future. We're so disconnected, the only way we know how to communicate is through chats online. If nostalgia is remembering the past better than is actually was, what word describes the opposite? What word describes imagining a future that will be worse than logic dictates? Whatever is is, I need less of it. And everyone on myspace seems to need more of it.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Nostalgia
Things I will remember when I'm older. You might not know some of these things if you don't live in Canada... and it's really random.
Bruce Lee, ferbies, the obsession with the colour blue, an enormous amount of legos. Britney Spears, the free hugs campaing, that lady who tried to ban Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Skipping ropes and the Heart and Stroke Foundation afternoons. Eating snow, playing by the nim bins, wondering about the stars. Eating ice scream, swimming at the beach, pink swimsuits, popsicle sticks and running through sprinklers. The Spice Girls and that movie they made. Obsessing over macs and hating iPods. Chuck Klosterman and Lucy Chance. Mel Gibson being normal, Mel Gibson going insane. Nightmare Before Christmas and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Berty Bott's Every Flavored Beans. Playing piano, listening to bubblegum pop music. Bubblegum pop music being popular. Leopard print umbrella's and equally ugly leopard print shoes. Huge glasses. Even bigger sunglasses. YouTube becoming popular. The big blackout. Hot summers, steaming roads and dead grass. The Y2K bug and stocking up on batteries & bread. Mememolly, Tonystockert, LisaNova, Smosh and other internet celebrities. Real celebrities - ones that live in mansions. Posting blogs on rainy nights and on hot afternoons. Decorating the Christmas tree with silver tinsel and making faces in the glass bulbs. Hiding all the coloring markers under the couch. Biking through muddy puddles in the woods and then getting lost. Pretending to play Survivor in the bush behind the neighborhood, loosing Survivor. Pogs, Pokemon Cards, Digimon, Bayblades, slinkies, Milo, PlayStation, N64 and playing James Bond. learning Korean, importing my mp3 player from Korea and Eunsu. Toronto, Vancouver, Montreal and an obsession with London and Sydney. Daydreaming about building big tree houses, attempting to build it. 10th birthday, the Science Centre, gel pens, Cool-Aid. Marissa from the O.C. The words 'dude', 'chillout', 'relax' and 'go die'. Finding out about MSN. Slow internet connections, painting, writing stories, loving English class. Mr. Rossi and his evil ways. Getting 107% on a Math test, getting 47% in P.E. Listening to indie music and finding out about Architecture In Helsinki. Caitlin Hill, Lonelygirl15 and that guy that danced all around the world. Radio Free Roscoe, Life With Derek and Zoey 101. Trying Marmite and throwing up. Hiding in basements and scaring people, playing 'killer'. Pretending to have a mobile phone. Talking in class, first detention, insane principles, vollyball and not wanted to play soccer. Sega and learning the words 'troglodyte', 'misogynistic' and 'nihilism'. Loving popular culture, constantly writing about it. Friends, Seinfeld, Lost and that show about the dragon. Starbucks and trying to figure out what the secret codes on the side of the cups meant. Virgin Mobile, collecting Spice Girl stickers from their gum, wanting to run away. Spending hours outside doing nothing. Scooters, bike helmets, skateboards and leaning to ski. Swearing in different languages, winning art awards, wanting to be just like Seth Cohen. British accents, beenie babies, crazy bones, yoyos, The Simpsons, Street Cents and other after school TV shows. 10-year-olds with complex relationships, overalls and crocks. Lunch bags, creepy cafeteria ladies, 1997, Bay Watch and being amazed by Pamela Anderson. Water fights, sleepovers, Jurassic Park, fear of the dark, scary stories, flashlights and finally understanding sex jokes. Barnie, Teletubbies, Blues Clues. Disney, French classes, High School Musical. Honey, I Shrunk The Kids sequels, Kelly Osbourn and her Japanese show. Toilettes flushing backwards, Professor Dumbledore and finishing the Potter series. MuchMusic video awards and other award shows. Lazytown, pink wigs, Charlie Brown and Christmas specials. Buffy, GAP shirts and seeing if they're real or not. Lipstick on the mirror; I Know What You Did Last Summer. Nev Campbell, Monopoly, Guess Who, Life, Scene It. Apple juice, Oreos, jam toast and that colorful bread. Kudies. Grass stains and sunburns.
That's what I'll remember when I'm older.
Bruce Lee, ferbies, the obsession with the colour blue, an enormous amount of legos. Britney Spears, the free hugs campaing, that lady who tried to ban Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Skipping ropes and the Heart and Stroke Foundation afternoons. Eating snow, playing by the nim bins, wondering about the stars. Eating ice scream, swimming at the beach, pink swimsuits, popsicle sticks and running through sprinklers. The Spice Girls and that movie they made. Obsessing over macs and hating iPods. Chuck Klosterman and Lucy Chance. Mel Gibson being normal, Mel Gibson going insane. Nightmare Before Christmas and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Berty Bott's Every Flavored Beans. Playing piano, listening to bubblegum pop music. Bubblegum pop music being popular. Leopard print umbrella's and equally ugly leopard print shoes. Huge glasses. Even bigger sunglasses. YouTube becoming popular. The big blackout. Hot summers, steaming roads and dead grass. The Y2K bug and stocking up on batteries & bread. Mememolly, Tonystockert, LisaNova, Smosh and other internet celebrities. Real celebrities - ones that live in mansions. Posting blogs on rainy nights and on hot afternoons. Decorating the Christmas tree with silver tinsel and making faces in the glass bulbs. Hiding all the coloring markers under the couch. Biking through muddy puddles in the woods and then getting lost. Pretending to play Survivor in the bush behind the neighborhood, loosing Survivor. Pogs, Pokemon Cards, Digimon, Bayblades, slinkies, Milo, PlayStation, N64 and playing James Bond. learning Korean, importing my mp3 player from Korea and Eunsu. Toronto, Vancouver, Montreal and an obsession with London and Sydney. Daydreaming about building big tree houses, attempting to build it. 10th birthday, the Science Centre, gel pens, Cool-Aid. Marissa from the O.C. The words 'dude', 'chillout', 'relax' and 'go die'. Finding out about MSN. Slow internet connections, painting, writing stories, loving English class. Mr. Rossi and his evil ways. Getting 107% on a Math test, getting 47% in P.E. Listening to indie music and finding out about Architecture In Helsinki. Caitlin Hill, Lonelygirl15 and that guy that danced all around the world. Radio Free Roscoe, Life With Derek and Zoey 101. Trying Marmite and throwing up. Hiding in basements and scaring people, playing 'killer'. Pretending to have a mobile phone. Talking in class, first detention, insane principles, vollyball and not wanted to play soccer. Sega and learning the words 'troglodyte', 'misogynistic' and 'nihilism'. Loving popular culture, constantly writing about it. Friends, Seinfeld, Lost and that show about the dragon. Starbucks and trying to figure out what the secret codes on the side of the cups meant. Virgin Mobile, collecting Spice Girl stickers from their gum, wanting to run away. Spending hours outside doing nothing. Scooters, bike helmets, skateboards and leaning to ski. Swearing in different languages, winning art awards, wanting to be just like Seth Cohen. British accents, beenie babies, crazy bones, yoyos, The Simpsons, Street Cents and other after school TV shows. 10-year-olds with complex relationships, overalls and crocks. Lunch bags, creepy cafeteria ladies, 1997, Bay Watch and being amazed by Pamela Anderson. Water fights, sleepovers, Jurassic Park, fear of the dark, scary stories, flashlights and finally understanding sex jokes. Barnie, Teletubbies, Blues Clues. Disney, French classes, High School Musical. Honey, I Shrunk The Kids sequels, Kelly Osbourn and her Japanese show. Toilettes flushing backwards, Professor Dumbledore and finishing the Potter series. MuchMusic video awards and other award shows. Lazytown, pink wigs, Charlie Brown and Christmas specials. Buffy, GAP shirts and seeing if they're real or not. Lipstick on the mirror; I Know What You Did Last Summer. Nev Campbell, Monopoly, Guess Who, Life, Scene It. Apple juice, Oreos, jam toast and that colorful bread. Kudies. Grass stains and sunburns.
That's what I'll remember when I'm older.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Potter-Mania
Withing hours of the announcement of the release date for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, it became a #1 bestseller on every bestseller list for the first time in literary history. Amazon.com reports they have over 2 million pre-orders for DH and expect to get more as we get closer to the release date. DH became #1 on New York Times bestseller's list, selling more than all of the top ten combined - all of that in a matter of hours. This will possibly be one of the most influential book releases in history. Millions of copies have been printed and sent off to book stores; 12 million, actually. And that's in english-speaking countries alone. So don't try and argue with me that this isn't a big deal.
This is my receipt for my pre-order... read below; you'll understand.
I have had my copy pre-ordered since March 9th. And I, like many other crazed fans, will be waiting in line to be one of the first people in Canada to set their hands on a copy of DH - then immediately after that I will be sitting in a car for a 20 hour ride out west. Yes, I am leaving on a 2 week vacation to British Columbia, and the Harry Potter Midnight Gala will be the kickoff to an adventure across the country. I will have everything I need to keep me occupied on the road. I made my mum stop by the Asian Grocer today to pick up some last-minute snacks for the way there. Although it will take us 3 days to get to BC.
Here are some of the asian junk food I'm bringing!;
This is all of them together
This stuff is called Hi Chew; it is like taffy... but strawberry flavored. It's really good!!
These are called Kinoko. They're these chocolate mushrooms with hazelnut pieces inside. So tasty, even if it's 100000 calories per bite.
Pocky! Everyone knows and loves Pocky! It's like a cookie stick dipped in chocolate!
And these are really good too. They're a hard candy called Litchi Candy, I got raspberry flavored. Who can live without Asian junk food?
Also - I got some Milkis, which is a Korean beverage, it's carbonated milk, but it's in the fridge right now - getting cooled down so it's better!
This is my receipt for my pre-order... read below; you'll understand.
I have had my copy pre-ordered since March 9th. And I, like many other crazed fans, will be waiting in line to be one of the first people in Canada to set their hands on a copy of DH - then immediately after that I will be sitting in a car for a 20 hour ride out west. Yes, I am leaving on a 2 week vacation to British Columbia, and the Harry Potter Midnight Gala will be the kickoff to an adventure across the country. I will have everything I need to keep me occupied on the road. I made my mum stop by the Asian Grocer today to pick up some last-minute snacks for the way there. Although it will take us 3 days to get to BC.
Here are some of the asian junk food I'm bringing!;
This is all of them together
This stuff is called Hi Chew; it is like taffy... but strawberry flavored. It's really good!!
These are called Kinoko. They're these chocolate mushrooms with hazelnut pieces inside. So tasty, even if it's 100000 calories per bite.
Pocky! Everyone knows and loves Pocky! It's like a cookie stick dipped in chocolate!
And these are really good too. They're a hard candy called Litchi Candy, I got raspberry flavored. Who can live without Asian junk food?
Also - I got some Milkis, which is a Korean beverage, it's carbonated milk, but it's in the fridge right now - getting cooled down so it's better!
Monday, July 09, 2007
Mal à coeur
Docteur! Tu es docteur? Parce que ça paraît que je suis mal à coeur! Docteur, qu'est ce que je peux faire?
This summer is lonely. Last summer wasn't lonely. But this one is. I feel like I may have Cotard's Syndrome. You're undoubtedly going to complain about my lack of explanation of things of which you've never heard of. So I'll give you the long answer.
Jules Cotard was a French military surgeon who only lived to be 49 years old, but he will always be remembered by discovering one of the most screwed-up mental illnesses ever: Cotard's Syndrome is a mental disorder where the victim concludes the he (or she) is dead. Some patients believe that they are missing crucial internal organs or that they have no blood. Other victims of this disease claim they can smell their flesh rotting or that they don't exist. I feel like i don't exist today.
It feels like life is passing me by without stopping. There's nothing I can do. It feels like the grips of my universe have let go and I am lost without any guidance. Pretty deep eh? I know, I don't being so morbid, either - but I guess that's the charm of the dog days of summer. I think I should probably call someone. But I don't want to. Is that a symptom of Cotard's too?
I'm going to go listen to 'Dream A Little Dream' from 1978.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Dear Body
Dear body,
Arms,
I'm sorry if i I ever hurt you by getting you sunburned.
Legs,
I'm sorry for not using you as much as I should seeing as you are my only good way of transportation and most reliable at that. You serve as a metaphor to how my generation doesn't appreciate the simple things in life.
Hair,
I'm sorry for bleaching and combing the hell out of you.
Stomach,
I feel like I should stop filling you with my horrid diet and being more healthy. I'm sure you don't appreciate tacos either. I wish I could eat better for you.
Feet,
You are just the right size, and I'm sorry for making you sore when I use my legs too much.
Nose,
You're just right, yes just right.
Eyes,
I like the colour of you - and so do all the girls. I just wish you weren't so sensitive.
Brain,
I'm sorry for filling your with mindless thoughts and stupid facts. You give me the power to be smart and I am thankful for that, I hope to be more careful with you int he future.
Teeth,
You're pretty cool.
Sincerely,
Matt
Arms,
I'm sorry if i I ever hurt you by getting you sunburned.
Legs,
I'm sorry for not using you as much as I should seeing as you are my only good way of transportation and most reliable at that. You serve as a metaphor to how my generation doesn't appreciate the simple things in life.
Hair,
I'm sorry for bleaching and combing the hell out of you.
Stomach,
I feel like I should stop filling you with my horrid diet and being more healthy. I'm sure you don't appreciate tacos either. I wish I could eat better for you.
Feet,
You are just the right size, and I'm sorry for making you sore when I use my legs too much.
Nose,
You're just right, yes just right.
Eyes,
I like the colour of you - and so do all the girls. I just wish you weren't so sensitive.
Brain,
I'm sorry for filling your with mindless thoughts and stupid facts. You give me the power to be smart and I am thankful for that, I hope to be more careful with you int he future.
Teeth,
You're pretty cool.
Sincerely,
Matt
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Meet my photography.
First off, I would like to say this was inspired by Jillian. Enough said, shall we begin?
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
We Just Wanna Be Famous
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Hot Sticky Love Knots
Everything is hot and sticky. The sides of buildings are wet with sweat, the streets are hot and hazy and everyone is pissed off. All the joy of summer, innit?
I love it to be honest. I wait all year for the hot, humid weather to bother the hell out of people. But it's usually not in May (yeah, I wrote this blog in May, and just posting it now). This kind of weather usually doesn't come until mid-June - I guess Global Warming is becoming more evident. I love it when people say "this shit ain't right, Canada should not be this damn hot, it's just nasty", because I can't get enough of this weather. I live for it, and when someone utters those words I just smile inside.
I smile inside about a lot of things. Well - not a lot, I s'pose - but there are things that I just can't help smiling about. This is especially true with some books I read. There are very few authors that actually make me smile, and Chuck Klosterman is one of them. Everything he says just sounds so much like 'that guy' you used to know. He sounds a lot like me when I talk, but with a lot better grammar. And on the same note, Joanne Kathleen Rowling is another author that brings a smile to my inside. She is just too amazing. Too amazing. Have I already mentioned that? So I think you get the point of what I am trying to say now. So I am going to let you know that for the rest of this blog I am going to ramble on about random things that have been bothering me/making me happy/ Because we all need to vent somehow.
Yeah, so I am really content with a few things in my life right now. It just seems to be going good. A possible new person I like (don't tell anyone) and I am doing fairly well in school. I just feel like singing to myself, even if my voice makes ears bleed.
Friday (as in June 1st) was a great, great night. I went to my friend Samantha's birthday party and I got to hang out with all my closest friends which was naturally a blast. Who doesn't have a blast when they hang out with friends? Seriously. Yeah, and now I have run out of things to say. Well that was my ramble. If you are still reading this, I pity you.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Pirates 3: Review
The third installment of the Pirates drags on for nearly three hours, but is well worth it. There are times where you will be sitting in the theatre, wishing it would end, but after it's over you'll be glad you went.
Kiera Knightly, Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom reprise their roles as the notorious pirates. This time around, the trio (that seems to split up and get back together all the time) are trying to save the existence of pirates all together. With the East Indian Trading Co. breathing down their neck, it will prove a hard job.
The half-drunk Captain Jack Sparrow is his usual self. Pulling off quirky one-liners and openly asking "where has the rum gone?". It's Jack Sparrow that brings me to these movies. I must admit that Johnny Depp really has taken this character to heart. I can see him moving on to a pin-off of the series, but I can almost certainly say that this is going to be the last one with all the usual characters as this installment of Pirates really brings the series to a nice close. (Tip: stay until after the credits for a secret ending)
It was really clever how they ended this movie. They left enough things unanswered to make another sequel, yet tied up the series enough so that they don't have to. However, it's safe to say that we don't really want to see another installment of the series. Do we really want to see them coming back for another 3 hour film, sure it's great, but I think the makers are smart enough to know when to end it. And ending it now is the best.
This one will be really satisfying to fans of the series. The boring parts (which is rare, although there) are more than made up for with all the action sequences. It's that it looks so real -- everything looks so real, that is to say. When a ship breaks the water's surface and comes flying out from the depths, the audience actually believes this is happening. You can't tell between the animated and live-action parts, which makes a good action movie. I wasn't expecting the realness of this movie.
While most Pirate movies are 2 dimensional, the Pirates series really has a confusing plot. It's nice to see finally a movie with an actual plot line, but this is just confusing. Half the time I am wondering what's happening. But does that really matter? We came to see Jack Sparrow, we came to see the elaborate sword fights, we came to see ships blowing up, we came to laugh at the one-liners. That's what we're there for.
Fans of the series won't like how Elizabeth and Will decide their fate when he pops that special question, but then again - will the fans even care? I mean, it's Pirates of the Caribbean, dammit!
3.5/5 stars
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Global Freezing, More Like
Last time I checked, I still lived in Canada.
The weather has been quite dreary here, and it seems like I am living in the UK with all these gray clouds lingering above. Although, I'm not saying that it's always raining there - it does rain a lot. And it's been cold here. Too cold. Today it was 10C (or 50F)!! I'm wearing 2 sweaters and big socks. It feels like winter all over again. I think we should invest in new forecasters. Where the hell is global warming at?
They keep saying all this mumbo-jumbo about Global Warming, yet it doesn't seem like it. Although this winter was unusually warm (and then get unusually cold)and true this spring we hit record temperatures at 27C (or around 81F) for Northern Ontario in Canada - it seems this cold weather is just balancing that out. Is there really global warming? Can you picture palm trees swaying in the wind in Canada? I wish.
I can't wait for the heat to get here. But some things in life just take a wile.
The weather has been quite dreary here, and it seems like I am living in the UK with all these gray clouds lingering above. Although, I'm not saying that it's always raining there - it does rain a lot. And it's been cold here. Too cold. Today it was 10C (or 50F)!! I'm wearing 2 sweaters and big socks. It feels like winter all over again. I think we should invest in new forecasters. Where the hell is global warming at?
They keep saying all this mumbo-jumbo about Global Warming, yet it doesn't seem like it. Although this winter was unusually warm (and then get unusually cold)and true this spring we hit record temperatures at 27C (or around 81F) for Northern Ontario in Canada - it seems this cold weather is just balancing that out. Is there really global warming? Can you picture palm trees swaying in the wind in Canada? I wish.
I can't wait for the heat to get here. But some things in life just take a wile.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Avoiding Yard Work
Yes, it's the 'yard-work' time of year. Today was my family's 'yard-work' day - and it still is. But I am inside enjoying the comfort of my own room. I've casually avoided doing the yard work for now. They'll eventually hunt me down and make me do other things like... opening the pool, or raking the back yard - or worst of them all - gardening!
Luckily, I have escaped it for now, and have devised some convenient tips for anyone who wants to get out of yard work.
Tip One: Volunteer to go get the hosepipe so you can 'water the yard'.
This is always good because the hosepipe is usually in the garage or the basement and can take a very long time to find - especially if your parents are unorganized. This should kill about 10-15 minutes. After getting tho hose tell them you can't find the nozzle and/or sprinkler - you need to find this as well. Hopefully it'll be buried under a pile of garden supplies somewhere in the back shed.
Tip Two: Go get the 'refreshments' like juice, water, pop and whiskey if you parents like a hard shot of liquor in the middle of the afternoon. Getting them drunk isn't a bad idea either.
They will be waiting for you outside admiring the work they've done so far. They'll take a good look around at the oh so beautiful garden - and when you come back out, you're going to have to help them plant the flowers. BUT, you can avoid this (see tip three). Stay inside making the drinks for a considerable amount of time. You can even try making ice cubes if your parents don't come in and ask you what you're doing. If there already ice cubes, casually spill 'by accident' on the floor. Oops, looks like we need to wait for some more. This should kill anywhere from 10-130 minutes (yes, 130).
Tip Three: Adjust the sprinkler, because it's not going the way you like it.
Tell them you liked the way it worked when you were a kid, carelessly running around through it. Turn off the hosepipes and fiddle around with it, claiming that you are indeed fixing the problem. After 20 to 25 minutes tell them it's all good and get them wet when you turn it back on. This should get them quite angry and if you're lucky enough, you might get sent inside or asked to 'just leave!'.
Well that's it for now, I do hope your 'yard work' gets done without much help from you - unless you like this sort of thing. In that case, happy gardening. by the way, I love summer.
Luckily, I have escaped it for now, and have devised some convenient tips for anyone who wants to get out of yard work.
Tip One: Volunteer to go get the hosepipe so you can 'water the yard'.
This is always good because the hosepipe is usually in the garage or the basement and can take a very long time to find - especially if your parents are unorganized. This should kill about 10-15 minutes. After getting tho hose tell them you can't find the nozzle and/or sprinkler - you need to find this as well. Hopefully it'll be buried under a pile of garden supplies somewhere in the back shed.
Tip Two: Go get the 'refreshments' like juice, water, pop and whiskey if you parents like a hard shot of liquor in the middle of the afternoon. Getting them drunk isn't a bad idea either.
They will be waiting for you outside admiring the work they've done so far. They'll take a good look around at the oh so beautiful garden - and when you come back out, you're going to have to help them plant the flowers. BUT, you can avoid this (see tip three). Stay inside making the drinks for a considerable amount of time. You can even try making ice cubes if your parents don't come in and ask you what you're doing. If there already ice cubes, casually spill 'by accident' on the floor. Oops, looks like we need to wait for some more. This should kill anywhere from 10-130 minutes (yes, 130).
Tip Three: Adjust the sprinkler, because it's not going the way you like it.
Tell them you liked the way it worked when you were a kid, carelessly running around through it. Turn off the hosepipes and fiddle around with it, claiming that you are indeed fixing the problem. After 20 to 25 minutes tell them it's all good and get them wet when you turn it back on. This should get them quite angry and if you're lucky enough, you might get sent inside or asked to 'just leave!'.
Well that's it for now, I do hope your 'yard work' gets done without much help from you - unless you like this sort of thing. In that case, happy gardening. by the way, I love summer.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
The Annoying Things
I recently watched a YouTube video that made me realize how many things that people do that really bother me. I feel as though I share this person's pain. Take a look.
Yeah, that really got me thinking. I agree completely with her. My mom, for example, takes an hour to send out a few emails to a few coworkers and friends, yet she sits at a computer desk and types all day -- how can she not know how to type quickly!? It's beyond me.
Another thing people do that's really annoying is post bulletins on MySpace all the time about useless little tidbits of their lives no one cares about. Stop posting things like "hey, please talk to me. you all suck". Do you really expect someone to say something to you after that? I just delete those sorts of people. They bother the hell out of me.
And don't even get me started on leaving your IM on ALL the time. That is even worse. There's people that have MSN or AIM or ICQ on all the time. It's down right stupid. You don't have that many friends that you need to be on MSN all fucking day. You're not that important. Get over it.
So yeah - for Natalie - I share your pain. And for those who do the things I've mentioned - please stop.
Yeah, that really got me thinking. I agree completely with her. My mom, for example, takes an hour to send out a few emails to a few coworkers and friends, yet she sits at a computer desk and types all day -- how can she not know how to type quickly!? It's beyond me.
Another thing people do that's really annoying is post bulletins on MySpace all the time about useless little tidbits of their lives no one cares about. Stop posting things like "hey, please talk to me. you all suck". Do you really expect someone to say something to you after that? I just delete those sorts of people. They bother the hell out of me.
And don't even get me started on leaving your IM on ALL the time. That is even worse. There's people that have MSN or AIM or ICQ on all the time. It's down right stupid. You don't have that many friends that you need to be on MSN all fucking day. You're not that important. Get over it.
So yeah - for Natalie - I share your pain. And for those who do the things I've mentioned - please stop.
Friday, April 27, 2007
My Short Story
George Madison had come to the conclusion that the horrid, drowsy weather was purposefully following him. For three days he had been traveling across the English countryside, in hopes of getting away from his life for a few days.
The rain slammed up against the car window as he was going down the highway when he noticed a road sign that read ‘315 km to Manchester’. Half asleep in the dreary weather, he suddenly he noticed something sprawled out on the road. He jeered off towards the side, narrowly missing it and sped off in to the ditch.
Drops of cold rain trickled down the side of George’s face. The air bag had gone off and the windshield was shattered. He got out and looked down the highway, there must be someone around here to help me, he thought. A crack of loud thunder echoed, and Mr. Madison started to walk down the highway to get help.
For hours he walked, drained of energy when he came across a curious little cottage set in upon a grouping of large trees. The windows of the cottage were illuminated and gave off a yellow glow in the somber wind and rain. That’s it, I must go there to ask for help, surely someone is home!
He walked up a cobblestone path that led to the wood front door. A brass knocker placed in the center of the door. A dead garden was out front accompanied by a lonely-looking empty flower pot.
George knocked once, and the door swung open immediately, as if the person was waiting for him behind it. A middle-aged woman dressed in a yellow skirt and a matching yellow top smiled widely at him, which reminded him slightly of a frog.
“Well hello, Mr. Madison”, said the lady quite cheerfully. “I was wondering when I’d be seeing you.”
George stood in disbelief, how does this lady know his name? There was something peculiar going on here.
“Well, come in. No need to be standing out in the cold, you may as well stay for dinner.” She smiled even wider.
“Sorry, don’t mean to be rude, but who are you? And how exactly do you know my name?” Asked George, sounding slightly tense.
The lady gave a little giggle, and said; “Oh, let’s not worry about that right now. Are you going to come in or can I close the door and bid you goodnight?” George was quite reluctant to go inside, but he felt as though he was being drawn to the house – he needed to go inside. He took two steps in. Then four more. Then she slammed the door shut and smiled wider than ever. “You got here just in time, m’dear. I’ve prepared a pot stew.”
She led him into the dinning room where the table was already set for two. A pair of matching plates, bowls, forks, knives, goblets and candles were set across from one another.
“How exactly do you know my name? And how did you know I was coming?” Asked George, getting more confused.
“All in good time, my dear.” Said the lady.
“I’m sorry, who did you say you were?”
“I didn’t.”
There was an eerie feeling lingering about Mr. Madison’s head at this point. He looked around the room, full of curiosity. Thoughts were chasing each other around his mind. What if this lady is a nutcase? I can’t possibly stay, maybe I’ll just ask to use the phone and –
“Take a seat.” She said, with a smile stretched across her face once again.
“Look, I can’t stay long, I’ve got to go. Do you think I can use your telephone?”
“Take a seat,” she repeated.
Very slowly, George sat down at the chair closest to the door. The lady walked out of the kitchen and poured him a glass of red wine then took the seat opposite him. She handed him a piece of bread, and put some stew in his bowl. “Eat up, I’m sure you’re hungry.”
As a matter of fact, Mr. Madison was quite hungry, he didn’t know why, but he felt he needed to have something to eat. So he grabbed his spoon and began to sip his stew bit by bit.
“Do you like it?” She asked.
“Yes, it’s quite good.” Said George wearily. “Now, how did you know I was coming?”
“I know when all my guests are arriving, Mr. Madison.”
At this, George stopped eating, and looked up at her. She smiled back at him, which made the atmosphere very uncomfortable. “I know that you got into a car accident, and that you were on a road trip to get away from busy London – or was it because your wife kicked you to the curb, Mr. Madison?” She said, her smile keeping quite constant.
George’s heart stopped beating for a moment. She knew that his wife and him got into a fight, she knew he got into a accident.
“What in the bloody hell is going on here?” He nearly yelled across the table. And for the first time, the lady’s smile vanished. Her face turned pale, she looked as though she had seen a ghost. “Answer me!” He demanded.
Suddenly a loud thunder rolled through, which made George jump up from his seat.
“Listen, I don’t know what kind of games you are playing here, but this is getting out of hand. I need to leave.” Said George with a shaky voice.
The lady continued to sit in her seat, staring blankly at him; without any expression on her face. George went to go grab his cloak he left near the front door and realized that it had gone missing.
“Mr. Madison, you shouldn’t leave so soon. Come back and finish your stew. It’s quite rude to leave your bowl nearly full.” Said the lady with a smile coming back to her face. “All my guests say that it’s an excellent stew.”
George looked back and forth between the door and his empty seat.
“Give me time to explain, I assure you, it’s worth while to hear.” She said.
He made his way back to his seat, and sat down. Mr. Madison felt he needed to sit down. He was drawn to the chair, and the stew... and the obscure lady. In fact, Mr. Madison caught himself feeling quite cozy and then asking; “so what’s in the stew?”
“Well, you know, the usual I s’pose.”
George continued eating, and wondered why there was a fork and knives set at the table if they didn’t really need them. The lady also continued eating her stew as well, smiling all the same.
“Do you like the wine?” asked the lady abruptly.
“Oh yes, it’s great,” George replied.
“Then why haven’t you taken a sip?”
George almost immediately took a sip of his wine, and felt the cool liquid run down his throat and slosh into his stomach. He then realized how awkward the dinner had been so far. And began to get scared – why am I drawn to everything here?
“Is everything alright, dear?”
He pulled the napkin on the table closer to him and put it over his mouth. He felt dry and weak. His bones felt like they were collapsing. His lungs were caving in and his eyes were turning red.
“What’s happening to me?” Asked George through the napkin.
“I have all my guests for dinner, Mr. Madison.”
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Trailer
''There's a storm comin', Harry. Just like last time''. The new international trailer for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix came out today at 9AM, and I was up just to see it. To be one of the first people in the world to see it. That's how obsessed I am with Harry Potter. Here's the trailer for you! Feast your eyes.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
The Top Tens
There's a top ten for everything, no matter what it is, there is a top ten for it. Unless there's less then ten, then there's a top 5... or a top 2, or just one1.
I've been planning a top ten blog for a while now, yet never really got around to do it. Either way, I'm going to post personal top tens, interesting top tens and some top tens for you to consider. Well here they are!
TOP TEN MOST VISITED WEBSITES
10. Yahoo! (japan)
9. www.qq.com
8. orkut.com
7. baidu.com
6. Windows Live (live.com)
5. Myspace
4. YouTube
3. Google
2. MSN.com
1. Yahoo! (united states)
TOP TEN MOST WATCHED TV SHOWS
10. House
9. Deal Or No Deal
8. The War At Home
7. NBC Saturday Night Football
6. Family Guy
5. American Dad
4. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition
3. The Simpsons
2. Survivor
1. American Idol
TOP TEN BEST PLACES TO LIVE (source: EUI)
I've been planning a top ten blog for a while now, yet never really got around to do it. Either way, I'm going to post personal top tens, interesting top tens and some top tens for you to consider. Well here they are!
TOP TEN MOST VISITED WEBSITES
10. Yahoo! (japan)
9. www.qq.com
8. orkut.com
7. baidu.com
6. Windows Live (live.com)
5. Myspace
4. YouTube
3. Google
2. MSN.com
1. Yahoo! (united states)
TOP TEN MOST WATCHED TV SHOWS
10. House
9. Deal Or No Deal
8. The War At Home
7. NBC Saturday Night Football
6. Family Guy
5. American Dad
4. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition
3. The Simpsons
2. Survivor
1. American Idol
TOP TEN BEST PLACES TO LIVE (source: EUI)
10. Calgary, Canada
9. Toronto, Canada
8. Zurich, Switzerland
7. Sydney, Australia
6. Adelaide, Australia
5. Perth, Australia
4. Geneva, Switzerland
3. Vienna, Italy
WORLD'S WEALTHIEST PEOPLE
1. Bill Gates … $56 billion
2. Warren Buffet … $52 billion
3. Carlos Slim Helu … $49 billion
4. Ingvar Kamprad … $33 billion
5. Lakshmi Mittal … $32 billion
6. Sheldon Adelson … $26.5 billion
7. Bernard Arnault … $26 billion
8. Armancio Ortega … $24 billion
9. Li Ka-shing … $23 billion
10. David Thomson … $22 billion
NOW, SOME OF MY FAVORITES:
TOP TEN FAVORITE BANDS/ARTISTS (it changes daily)
10. Feist
9. Postal Service
8. The Fratellis
7. Bishop Allen
6. Orange Range
5. Louis XIV
4. Mika
3. OK Go
2. Modest Mouse
1. Phantom Planet
TOP TEN MOVIES YOU HAVE TO SEE BEFORE YOU DIE
10. Mean Girls
9. Jurassic Park
8. A Tale of Two Sisters
7. Pirates of the Caribbean
6. Four Rooms
5. Donnie Darko
4. Shrek
3. The Ring
2. Kill Bill
1. Scream
TOP TEN THINGS I HAVE TO DO BEFORE I DIE
10. Go Skydiving
9. Read everything by J.K. Rowling
8. Write a book
7. Make alot of money
6. Climb Mt. Kilimanjaro
5. Move to Australia
4. Make a movie
3. Build huts in Africa
2. See Asia
1. Become fluent in several different languages
Yes, well that was my top tens, and top tens taken from real stats. That took quite a while to write. I think it's safe to say you've learned more in this blog than you have at school all day.
9. Toronto, Canada
8. Zurich, Switzerland
7. Sydney, Australia
6. Adelaide, Australia
5. Perth, Australia
4. Geneva, Switzerland
3. Vienna, Italy
2. Melbourne, Australia
1. Vancouver, CanadaWORLD'S WEALTHIEST PEOPLE
1. Bill Gates … $56 billion
2. Warren Buffet … $52 billion
3. Carlos Slim Helu … $49 billion
4. Ingvar Kamprad … $33 billion
5. Lakshmi Mittal … $32 billion
6. Sheldon Adelson … $26.5 billion
7. Bernard Arnault … $26 billion
8. Armancio Ortega … $24 billion
9. Li Ka-shing … $23 billion
10. David Thomson … $22 billion
NOW, SOME OF MY FAVORITES:
TOP TEN FAVORITE BANDS/ARTISTS (it changes daily)
10. Feist
9. Postal Service
8. The Fratellis
7. Bishop Allen
6. Orange Range
5. Louis XIV
4. Mika
3. OK Go
2. Modest Mouse
1. Phantom Planet
TOP TEN MOVIES YOU HAVE TO SEE BEFORE YOU DIE
10. Mean Girls
9. Jurassic Park
8. A Tale of Two Sisters
7. Pirates of the Caribbean
6. Four Rooms
5. Donnie Darko
4. Shrek
3. The Ring
2. Kill Bill
1. Scream
TOP TEN THINGS I HAVE TO DO BEFORE I DIE
10. Go Skydiving
9. Read everything by J.K. Rowling
8. Write a book
7. Make alot of money
6. Climb Mt. Kilimanjaro
5. Move to Australia
4. Make a movie
3. Build huts in Africa
2. See Asia
1. Become fluent in several different languages
Yes, well that was my top tens, and top tens taken from real stats. That took quite a while to write. I think it's safe to say you've learned more in this blog than you have at school all day.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Porn
Taken from the words of Mr Klosterman, 'when exactly did every housewife in America become a whore?' .
But I guess the thought of an America full of housewife whores is a lot better than say... 2 million housewife serial killers, or 10 million housewife drug pushers. yet still the thought of a forty-four-year-old mother smiling while someone takes a series of photographs of her while she shows her birth canal is unsettling. According to the robots at google.com, there are 7,110 sites that include the phrase "naked housewives", 568 with "housewife whores" and 2,600 with "housewife sluts"(which is classier I s'pose). That's a whole lot of whores, and considering there are very few stay-at-home moms these days, that is lots.
Internet is changing our lives, and it has been ever since someone said that back in 1993. But how did all these people become whores? Before Internet, where were all these people? I'm sure they weren't at home and turned to their husband and said "You know, I would love to have total strangers masturbate to a photo of me deep-throating a titanium dildo, but there is simply medium for that kind of entertainment. Oh well, I guess we'll have to sit here and watch Falcon Crest again".
This thought is crazy! But nobody else seems to wonder it, maybe there just weren't a whole lot of housewife whores back then. But then again -- Desperate Housewives sure has changed a lot of things (coughs). Tell me what you think.
But I guess the thought of an America full of housewife whores is a lot better than say... 2 million housewife serial killers, or 10 million housewife drug pushers. yet still the thought of a forty-four-year-old mother smiling while someone takes a series of photographs of her while she shows her birth canal is unsettling. According to the robots at google.com, there are 7,110 sites that include the phrase "naked housewives", 568 with "housewife whores" and 2,600 with "housewife sluts"(which is classier I s'pose). That's a whole lot of whores, and considering there are very few stay-at-home moms these days, that is lots.
Internet is changing our lives, and it has been ever since someone said that back in 1993. But how did all these people become whores? Before Internet, where were all these people? I'm sure they weren't at home and turned to their husband and said "You know, I would love to have total strangers masturbate to a photo of me deep-throating a titanium dildo, but there is simply medium for that kind of entertainment. Oh well, I guess we'll have to sit here and watch Falcon Crest again".
This thought is crazy! But nobody else seems to wonder it, maybe there just weren't a whole lot of housewife whores back then. But then again -- Desperate Housewives sure has changed a lot of things (coughs). Tell me what you think.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Lost In Translation
I started studying Korean in September of 2006 and so far... I'm still lost in translation. Well, not completely; I could probably find myself around Seoul (the capital of Korea) without getting too lost. Everything about Asian culture fascinates me and, as a Westerner, I am intrigued by their technology. Their lifestyle is GO, GO, GO! Everything from their mini iriver mp3 players to their Hello Kitty charms (which is something you can't walk around Tokyo without seeing).
Sunday, March 25, 2007
An Extraordinary Thought
A very famous linguist once said that out of all the possible combinations of any words in the English language, 'Cellar Door' is the most beautiful. More beautiful sounding, in fact, than the word beautiful itself. What an extraordinary thought. I wish I could say that one day I will be quoted, but I never will.
Shakespeare said 'Journeys end in lovers meeting', now there is an extraordinary thought. But Shakespeare also said that 'love is blind', and I know that is true. Most people don't know it, but they are blinded by love all day, everyday for their entire life. Some people are just fed up with love, and others, well love is just lost. For me, however, love has not yet been found. Now THERE'S and extraordinary thought. Who ever does fall in love, anyway? I mean, we have all liked someone, but how do we know we love someone? And for that, love is definitely (infamously) blind.
But none of that really matters, because right now I'm thinking about sometimes different that is branched off by the same line of thought. Most respected people would like to tell you that life has two extremes: Fear and Love. But as far as anyone's concerned, no one fits into either category -- well at least as far as I'm concerned. Nothing can fit into just two categories. Life is much, much too complicated to have only two categories to fall under. Humans are too complex to understand and over-thing the thought that there can be alternate universes and loopholes in time, but we don't over-think religion. Why is that? We can ask questions about science and math and history, but we can't ask questions about religion. Is it because religion is religion, get what you take from it? Or is it because there are no answers to questions? Don't get me wrong, I do believe there is a God above us, but why aren't we allowed to question faith? Because then it wouldn't be faith, now would it.
Being as open minded about something doesn't make a person good or bad. Being close minded about something doesn't make a person good or bad either. But being completely blind about something makes someone human. Because, 'we are all humans, and humans make mistakes'.
Shakespeare said 'Journeys end in lovers meeting', now there is an extraordinary thought. But Shakespeare also said that 'love is blind', and I know that is true. Most people don't know it, but they are blinded by love all day, everyday for their entire life. Some people are just fed up with love, and others, well love is just lost. For me, however, love has not yet been found. Now THERE'S and extraordinary thought. Who ever does fall in love, anyway? I mean, we have all liked someone, but how do we know we love someone? And for that, love is definitely (infamously) blind.
But none of that really matters, because right now I'm thinking about sometimes different that is branched off by the same line of thought. Most respected people would like to tell you that life has two extremes: Fear and Love. But as far as anyone's concerned, no one fits into either category -- well at least as far as I'm concerned. Nothing can fit into just two categories. Life is much, much too complicated to have only two categories to fall under. Humans are too complex to understand and over-thing the thought that there can be alternate universes and loopholes in time, but we don't over-think religion. Why is that? We can ask questions about science and math and history, but we can't ask questions about religion. Is it because religion is religion, get what you take from it? Or is it because there are no answers to questions? Don't get me wrong, I do believe there is a God above us, but why aren't we allowed to question faith? Because then it wouldn't be faith, now would it.
Being as open minded about something doesn't make a person good or bad. Being close minded about something doesn't make a person good or bad either. But being completely blind about something makes someone human. Because, 'we are all humans, and humans make mistakes'.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Complain, Complain, Complain
What really scares me is that I don't know how to do it. How do you become a journalist? Do you just simply go to a newspaper and ask for a job and hope you get recognized? Or do you have to be born in the right country and in the right city and in the right family? Whatever the answer is, I'm determined to become one.
For a few years now i have been planning on being a journalist for a very well-known magazine like say... The Rolling Stone or Spin or maybe even New York Times. I've decided that I want to have a fun job that makes less money over a horrid job that makes more money, and that's exactly what it seems journalism is going to be like. It may a very well-paying job or I may get stuck in a rut at a local newspaper for the rest of my life and not accomplishing any real good story -- but it'd still be a fun job. Actually, that's untrue; if I am going to be a journalist, I'm not going to waste my time with small local stories my entire life, but that would be a good start. Which brings me to my next point; how are we supposed to know what we want at such a young age?
People don't know what they actually want until it's given to them, that's why movies that are predictible that an audience "should love" fail horribly at the box office (and since when does a movie have to do great at the box office in order to be good?). ANYWAY, like I was saying, we had to do career choice presentations all the way back in grade 7 -- we were 12! How many 12-year-olds know what they want to do for the rest of their lives? The Canadian school system is failing (they even took out a year of high school and expected us to learn 5 years of work in 4), how is that teaching us anything? It's teaching us that the world revolves around money, and true... that is the sad reality of our world, but then they turn around and say "why are so many students not passing high school anymore?". I wonder (stupid shit heads).
At the age of 16, students in Canada are expected to start choosing high school courses that will change and ultimately establish their future. But if you're just as lost as I am, how are you supposed to know which courses to take? Uhhh... a journalism course? (for me, it's quite obvious) And lets see... English?(oh wait, we have to take that anyways!) I don't know where to turn, the Guidance Office doesn't do shit: "Okay, well lets have a peek at your marks. Well, nothing under 80, this is a good start" (uhm, do you think?!?! I could have established that for myself. Thanks for wasting my time, bitch).
I am fed up with the way adults treat us like babies and expect to act like adults. Wow, that was a load of shit I just fed to you. I can't believe people actually read this crap and agree with it. I mean I just wasted your time ranting on about the curriculum and futures and everything else that's wrong with our modern society. Damn, I need to read a book. I think I'll go listen to "Dream A Little Dream Of Me" from 1971.
For a few years now i have been planning on being a journalist for a very well-known magazine like say... The Rolling Stone or Spin or maybe even New York Times. I've decided that I want to have a fun job that makes less money over a horrid job that makes more money, and that's exactly what it seems journalism is going to be like. It may a very well-paying job or I may get stuck in a rut at a local newspaper for the rest of my life and not accomplishing any real good story -- but it'd still be a fun job. Actually, that's untrue; if I am going to be a journalist, I'm not going to waste my time with small local stories my entire life, but that would be a good start. Which brings me to my next point; how are we supposed to know what we want at such a young age?
People don't know what they actually want until it's given to them, that's why movies that are predictible that an audience "should love" fail horribly at the box office (and since when does a movie have to do great at the box office in order to be good?). ANYWAY, like I was saying, we had to do career choice presentations all the way back in grade 7 -- we were 12! How many 12-year-olds know what they want to do for the rest of their lives? The Canadian school system is failing (they even took out a year of high school and expected us to learn 5 years of work in 4), how is that teaching us anything? It's teaching us that the world revolves around money, and true... that is the sad reality of our world, but then they turn around and say "why are so many students not passing high school anymore?". I wonder (stupid shit heads).
At the age of 16, students in Canada are expected to start choosing high school courses that will change and ultimately establish their future. But if you're just as lost as I am, how are you supposed to know which courses to take? Uhhh... a journalism course? (for me, it's quite obvious) And lets see... English?(oh wait, we have to take that anyways!) I don't know where to turn, the Guidance Office doesn't do shit: "Okay, well lets have a peek at your marks. Well, nothing under 80, this is a good start" (uhm, do you think?!?! I could have established that for myself. Thanks for wasting my time, bitch).
I am fed up with the way adults treat us like babies and expect to act like adults. Wow, that was a load of shit I just fed to you. I can't believe people actually read this crap and agree with it. I mean I just wasted your time ranting on about the curriculum and futures and everything else that's wrong with our modern society. Damn, I need to read a book. I think I'll go listen to "Dream A Little Dream Of Me" from 1971.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
There's a Reason It's Only 99 cents
We're all eating shit. Everyday day we all eat shit sometime, even if it's a microscopic piece, it's still shit.
After sitting through one hour and forty-five minutes of "Fast Food Nation" I don't think I will ever eat another hamburger again -- and I don't suppose you will either. Go out and rent it, see it with some friends, and don't eat anything while you watch it, especially not McDonald's.
I just saw it, and I am shocked I didn't know what went on in these plants where they slaughter hundreds of thousands of cows for our enjoyment. All of that meat gets so processed on the way to our mouth it's disgusting! Everything about the fast food industry is disgusting. The marketing, the selling the buying... the EATING! That shit is just nasty.
In "Fast Food Nation" we get to see the inner workings of a plant where a man from Mexico works to pay for his new life in America. Everything that happens at that plant happens everyday in real life. People get sucked into machines and parts of their bodies get torn apart, people clean out intestines only to put shit all over the meat -- that's what we're eating. Everyday people in these factories accidentally spill ACTUAL bullshit all over that hamburger you're eating. But one guy in the film says "cook it and it kills all the germs from the shit". Is that really the solution to this carelessness? It doesn't matter anyways, with all that crap they put in hamburgers these days it'll kill you anyhow.
I don't think I'll ever work at McDonald's... or Harvey's or Burger Kind or Chucky Cheese or any other self-induced grease hole that sells food that kills people. It's nasty, and it's not healthy. I will never eat a burger EVER again. We're all told that it's alright to eat this stuff, and that it's good or whatever... but they put it best in "Fast Food Nation": Would you like lies with that?
After sitting through one hour and forty-five minutes of "Fast Food Nation" I don't think I will ever eat another hamburger again -- and I don't suppose you will either. Go out and rent it, see it with some friends, and don't eat anything while you watch it, especially not McDonald's.
I just saw it, and I am shocked I didn't know what went on in these plants where they slaughter hundreds of thousands of cows for our enjoyment. All of that meat gets so processed on the way to our mouth it's disgusting! Everything about the fast food industry is disgusting. The marketing, the selling the buying... the EATING! That shit is just nasty.
In "Fast Food Nation" we get to see the inner workings of a plant where a man from Mexico works to pay for his new life in America. Everything that happens at that plant happens everyday in real life. People get sucked into machines and parts of their bodies get torn apart, people clean out intestines only to put shit all over the meat -- that's what we're eating. Everyday people in these factories accidentally spill ACTUAL bullshit all over that hamburger you're eating. But one guy in the film says "cook it and it kills all the germs from the shit". Is that really the solution to this carelessness? It doesn't matter anyways, with all that crap they put in hamburgers these days it'll kill you anyhow.
I don't think I'll ever work at McDonald's... or Harvey's or Burger Kind or Chucky Cheese or any other self-induced grease hole that sells food that kills people. It's nasty, and it's not healthy. I will never eat a burger EVER again. We're all told that it's alright to eat this stuff, and that it's good or whatever... but they put it best in "Fast Food Nation": Would you like lies with that?
Monday, February 19, 2007
My Tiger, My Heart
There's a shadow on the wall that's nine feet tall, but I'm not going to freak out 'cause it's obviously nothing at all. Don't you hate it when you scared for nothing? me more than others -- I'm one of those people that get scared of everything, I wish I could say I was one of those tough guys... but I can't. I think I'm happy because I'm stupid -- and if I wasn't so happy I wouldn't be scared of dying. I guess I've always needed to be needed... and I never really mean to be mean. But ANYWAY, today was exciting because a) It was partly sunny b) I was in a good mood c) I think I like someone and d) I'm entering a film contest. ALL of which make me happy.
My life has been looking up lately, everything about ti is great; as my friend once so eloquently put it, "I love life". A week ago I was pretty down about everything, but spring is right around the corner -- and all the hate, jealousy, sadness and negative things in general have been suppressed in the corner of my mind. I feel good about myself, I've been actually doing homework and actually enjoying it. But enough about me... how are you?
So I've decided that this is my life, and I'm going to make the best of it... It's MY tiger; and it's definitely MY heart. I think my heart just grew two sizes.
My life has been looking up lately, everything about ti is great; as my friend once so eloquently put it, "I love life". A week ago I was pretty down about everything, but spring is right around the corner -- and all the hate, jealousy, sadness and negative things in general have been suppressed in the corner of my mind. I feel good about myself, I've been actually doing homework and actually enjoying it. But enough about me... how are you?
So I've decided that this is my life, and I'm going to make the best of it... It's MY tiger; and it's definitely MY heart. I think my heart just grew two sizes.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Waiting for an Absolution
Nowhere to run, no one to talk to. Nothing to do but wait. Wait to hear. Wait to see. Wait for an absolution that will never come. There's nothing in life that can be one hundred percent absolute. And that's just the thing that has been getting me down lately.
There's nothing we can ever be sure of -- not a person I can talk to and expect to know exactly what I am going through; and this is why I have a blog (which nobody reads). I don't know where to turn, I don't know who to tell so I'll just tell the world. I'm lost. We're all lost, sort of. I want to say "I love you" but I don't have anyone to say it to. I'm like coffee without a cup; there's no hole to fill, and for the first time in my life I feel very depressed and lonesome. Could it be the shitbag weather or the horrid lack of social interaction in my life? Whatever it may be it's getting me down. All I do is sit around and write. Write about my life, write about the girl whose tearing me apart, write about my best friend who doesn't act like it ,write about how my life is going nowhere and I'm not doing anything to turn around and fix it. The wind is gone from under my wings.
Life is a giant metaphor for what happens when you toss a bunch of strangers together and expect them to get along and interact. Is that what it really is? I haven't been myself lately and it's beginning to to become apparent to the people surrounding me. I just want to scream out to everyone "I'm lost please help me!" -- but my voice is gone. I'm in a puddle of confusion and tangled in a web of lies right now. Hopefully I'll start feeling better soon, but at the rate I'm going now this could take a while or a fucking miracle.
There's nothing we can ever be sure of -- not a person I can talk to and expect to know exactly what I am going through; and this is why I have a blog (which nobody reads). I don't know where to turn, I don't know who to tell so I'll just tell the world. I'm lost. We're all lost, sort of. I want to say "I love you" but I don't have anyone to say it to. I'm like coffee without a cup; there's no hole to fill, and for the first time in my life I feel very depressed and lonesome. Could it be the shitbag weather or the horrid lack of social interaction in my life? Whatever it may be it's getting me down. All I do is sit around and write. Write about my life, write about the girl whose tearing me apart, write about my best friend who doesn't act like it ,write about how my life is going nowhere and I'm not doing anything to turn around and fix it. The wind is gone from under my wings.
Life is a giant metaphor for what happens when you toss a bunch of strangers together and expect them to get along and interact. Is that what it really is? I haven't been myself lately and it's beginning to to become apparent to the people surrounding me. I just want to scream out to everyone "I'm lost please help me!" -- but my voice is gone. I'm in a puddle of confusion and tangled in a web of lies right now. Hopefully I'll start feeling better soon, but at the rate I'm going now this could take a while or a fucking miracle.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Harry Chest and the Deathly Hallows
Well, if you haven't heard that the final book; Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is coming out on July 21st, 2007 then you've been hiding under a rock. And if you haven't heard about Daniel Radcliffe's steamy photo shoot where it features him naked advertising the play he is in called Equus... then you also have been hiding under a rock. First off I'd like to say that Dan will no longer be known as Harry Potter... but rather Harry Chest. Yeah; if you're interested in those pictures you can check them out at www.mugglenet.com .
Okay, so I don't usually talk about news; but this is news that effects me in a big way. J.K. Rowling has announced the release of the 7th and final Harry Potter book on February 1st, 2007. Okay, when I first found out I went crazy! I was running around my room thinking about what I was going to do! And then it began to set in; this is the last time I'm going to be this excited about a book. The very last! Most people don't understand my overwhelming love for the Harry Potter series! But the final book is going to be a very large emotional experience for me. This July is going to be crazy!
July 13th, 2007: I get to go to the premiere or Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix movie.
July 21st, 2007: I get to go get my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
July 22nd, 2007: I get to fall into a downward spiral of depression because of the harsh reality of no more Harry Potter books.
WOW, what a July. It is going to be the best and worst July of my life; best because it's officially Harry Potter month; worst because it's the end of the books. I can't wait, but at the same time I don't want it to come. It's like I'm in a movie that is really good, yet I don't want to be around to see the ending.
Okay, so I don't usually talk about news; but this is news that effects me in a big way. J.K. Rowling has announced the release of the 7th and final Harry Potter book on February 1st, 2007. Okay, when I first found out I went crazy! I was running around my room thinking about what I was going to do! And then it began to set in; this is the last time I'm going to be this excited about a book. The very last! Most people don't understand my overwhelming love for the Harry Potter series! But the final book is going to be a very large emotional experience for me. This July is going to be crazy!
July 13th, 2007: I get to go to the premiere or Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix movie.
July 21st, 2007: I get to go get my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
July 22nd, 2007: I get to fall into a downward spiral of depression because of the harsh reality of no more Harry Potter books.
WOW, what a July. It is going to be the best and worst July of my life; best because it's officially Harry Potter month; worst because it's the end of the books. I can't wait, but at the same time I don't want it to come. It's like I'm in a movie that is really good, yet I don't want to be around to see the ending.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Why Didn't I Know Before?
Alright, well it's another day; and another blog. i usually don't blog about pointless things people don't care about but today I've decided I'm going to share with the world of myspace a revolutionary product called Yahoo! Widgets. I discovered them a few weeks ago and I've been hooked on them since. It's little things you can download to your desktop on your computer that hosts stuff like weather, translators, games, quick picture views, links to websites and a bunch of other really cool stuff. So now I'm asking myself... why didn't I know about these before...? HOW DID I LIVE? I can check which movies are playing where and what the temperature is without even googling it. It's just another product for the lazy man -- as the weather one tells me "Yahoo! Weather: if you're too lazy to go outside."
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Thursday, February 01, 2007
Korean ID's, Cyworld and Myspace
GOD! Why does everything in North America have to suck?
And why does everything in Korea require a goddamn identification code?!
It's that^^ right there. But you're probably wondering; why does Matt need a Korean ID code? And you're probably also wondering; What the hell is a Korean ID code??!!.
Alright, well I'll explain what it is first. It's an ID, similar to a North American SIN number. Everyone gets one when they're born and they have to know it for almost everything. When they sign up for websites and such they need to punch in their code.
I guess it's either a security measure for the Korean government to monitor their citizens or a way to keep foreigners out of their websites. But it pisses me off! So I needed one because there's this thing called Cyworld (www.cyworld.co.kr) and it's like mysapce but it's wayyyy better. It just looks better and it functions better; everything about ti is better. In fact, there's more people in Asia that have a cyworld than people in America who have myspace. It's that amazing. It's beautifully designed -- like everything in Asia. So I wanted to talk to my friend Eunsu on it; but I have to sign up for it, but I don't have an ID code! GAH! Like jsut look at how much nicer it is that myspace:
Ugly:
Wonderful:
AMERICA NEEDS TO GET BETTER AT WEBSITE DESIGN!
And that's my beef of the day. Piss me off.
And why does everything in Korea require a goddamn identification code?!
It's that^^ right there. But you're probably wondering; why does Matt need a Korean ID code? And you're probably also wondering; What the hell is a Korean ID code??!!.
Alright, well I'll explain what it is first. It's an ID, similar to a North American SIN number. Everyone gets one when they're born and they have to know it for almost everything. When they sign up for websites and such they need to punch in their code.
I guess it's either a security measure for the Korean government to monitor their citizens or a way to keep foreigners out of their websites. But it pisses me off! So I needed one because there's this thing called Cyworld (www.cyworld.co.kr) and it's like mysapce but it's wayyyy better. It just looks better and it functions better; everything about ti is better. In fact, there's more people in Asia that have a cyworld than people in America who have myspace. It's that amazing. It's beautifully designed -- like everything in Asia. So I wanted to talk to my friend Eunsu on it; but I have to sign up for it, but I don't have an ID code! GAH! Like jsut look at how much nicer it is that myspace:
Ugly:
Wonderful:
AMERICA NEEDS TO GET BETTER AT WEBSITE DESIGN!
And that's my beef of the day. Piss me off.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
In This Life
Alright.
Well today seems to be day 467 of renovations on my house and a few walls came down in the basement today and a very large amount of dust was emitted and it went all over the fucking house. Three stories of dust -- and there was a lot. At one point I couldn't see 5 feet in front of me. The smoke detectors were going on and off for about an hour. I had to stand outside because I couldn't breathe in the house -- and anyone who knows anything about winter in Canada will know that it was really fucking cold outside. Needless to say; today was horrid. The neighbours were probably clueless to what was going on -- seeing that large amounts of dust were seeping out of open windows and doors all over. It looked as though something had caught fire. What a day.
But today got me thinking about my life. Everything so far has been sort of handed to me; I have a lot more than most people -- and for that I'm very grateful. But I really do feel that I'm one of those people who have a lot but can survive on very little. I've never had to really work for anything I have which, to some people, makes me look like one of those really spoiled people. But I'm really not. i hate it when people call me spoiled because I may have a lot more than I need but I use it all; and if it all disappeared tomorrow I could cope with it. We should all just want what we have and not have what we want in this life.
Well that's just another day in the life of Matt.
Well today seems to be day 467 of renovations on my house and a few walls came down in the basement today and a very large amount of dust was emitted and it went all over the fucking house. Three stories of dust -- and there was a lot. At one point I couldn't see 5 feet in front of me. The smoke detectors were going on and off for about an hour. I had to stand outside because I couldn't breathe in the house -- and anyone who knows anything about winter in Canada will know that it was really fucking cold outside. Needless to say; today was horrid. The neighbours were probably clueless to what was going on -- seeing that large amounts of dust were seeping out of open windows and doors all over. It looked as though something had caught fire. What a day.
But today got me thinking about my life. Everything so far has been sort of handed to me; I have a lot more than most people -- and for that I'm very grateful. But I really do feel that I'm one of those people who have a lot but can survive on very little. I've never had to really work for anything I have which, to some people, makes me look like one of those really spoiled people. But I'm really not. i hate it when people call me spoiled because I may have a lot more than I need but I use it all; and if it all disappeared tomorrow I could cope with it. We should all just want what we have and not have what we want in this life.
Well that's just another day in the life of Matt.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Sixteen Years, Shit, and The O.C.
Well, it's been quite a while since my last "real" post; so here's the new post
It's a new year and I guess it's a new age for me, I successfully went through it without saying "fuck" or "shit" which is a really good accomplishment these days considering my current mood. Actually, my current mood is very morbid and I therefore feel like shit for no apparent reason. I just said shit. Shit... This is a potential problem, maybe I'm bipolar? No, that's not it--it's just a downhill state that I am in right now and it's hard not to just break down. I'm one package of sunshine ain't I?
So what else is new? Well, uhm, let's see, there's a multitude of things... I got hitched, then I ditched her, then I fell for my ex (the ex before that if you were wondering), then I turned the legal age to run over my English professor, then there was The Incident With the Camera (which is a hilarious inside joke me and Mary share and I won't bother explaining it to you because I am certain it is entirely unfunny). This has been a pretty great year all in all. (Not this year, I meant 2006). Oh yeah -- and The O.C. is ending, which I am completely OK with for some reason. And that's all I can really sum up for ya. I'm sure if I went into detail I would completely loose your attention. But then again, I probably already have.
So in other news, a woman in the United States wants all Harry Potter books to come off shelves of bookstores because they spearhead the practice of witchcraft, 7 kids in Philadelphia were run over by a school bus, and another Canadian was cast as an extra in a movie filmed in Vancouver and got paid less than an American actor who got paid 9 million dollars and whose less talented than the Canadian. That's pretty much the best news I've got for you (that I still remember).
So in conclusion, I do hope I've gotten you up to date on my semi-depressive, totally obsessive, chronic-procrastinating life. As they say: TTYL. (tu-t-ee-il?)
It's a new year and I guess it's a new age for me, I successfully went through it without saying "fuck" or "shit" which is a really good accomplishment these days considering my current mood. Actually, my current mood is very morbid and I therefore feel like shit for no apparent reason. I just said shit. Shit... This is a potential problem, maybe I'm bipolar? No, that's not it--it's just a downhill state that I am in right now and it's hard not to just break down. I'm one package of sunshine ain't I?
So what else is new? Well, uhm, let's see, there's a multitude of things... I got hitched, then I ditched her, then I fell for my ex (the ex before that if you were wondering), then I turned the legal age to run over my English professor, then there was The Incident With the Camera (which is a hilarious inside joke me and Mary share and I won't bother explaining it to you because I am certain it is entirely unfunny). This has been a pretty great year all in all. (Not this year, I meant 2006). Oh yeah -- and The O.C. is ending, which I am completely OK with for some reason. And that's all I can really sum up for ya. I'm sure if I went into detail I would completely loose your attention. But then again, I probably already have.
So in other news, a woman in the United States wants all Harry Potter books to come off shelves of bookstores because they spearhead the practice of witchcraft, 7 kids in Philadelphia were run over by a school bus, and another Canadian was cast as an extra in a movie filmed in Vancouver and got paid less than an American actor who got paid 9 million dollars and whose less talented than the Canadian. That's pretty much the best news I've got for you (that I still remember).
So in conclusion, I do hope I've gotten you up to date on my semi-depressive, totally obsessive, chronic-procrastinating life. As they say: TTYL. (tu-t-ee-il?)
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