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29 December 2003

How to be misunderstood by the youth of america.

So, I'm cruising the music section of the local BestBuy today, right? And I've been amazed before at BestBuy's music selection, ever since that day a year or so ago when I exclaimed, "Holy shit! Why is Minor Threat here?" But that's a different story. Today, the comment was, "What is this country coming to when they can put a band like Anti-Flag on the shelves of BestBuy?" Now, this is a running joke in my life. It shouldn't need much explanation, and if it does I reckon I'll write it one day.

At any rate, I was overheard in my attempt at jaded ex-punk rocker humor by a member of today's punk rock crowd. I suppose he might've been fourteen or so. Blue finger polish, funny hair, black glasses, System of a Down t-shirt. Total new punk look. Carrying about eight CDs and a cell phone (eight CDs was a year's worth of purchases for me once. Now I'm down to two). Anyway, he launches into the standard "You know, they aren't anti-American or anything. They really believe in this country..." You know, the way Anti-Flag defend themselves. So, I stopped the young'un, saying, "Bro, you don't get it. I am anti-american and anti-flag." He just didn't seem to get it. He tried to go on, so I just said it again. I think now that I should've gone into greater detail, maybe even talked to him about the need to not look like a punk to be one. But it would've been a lost cause, probably.

This is why I'm such a grumpy bastard. No one understands my humor.

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28 December 2003

You wish it were a joke, but of course it isn't.

Dear old Ann. What an angry young woman. Such a quick temper. And, like so many of ilk, completely devoid of the ability to think before thinking. Master of rhetoric. Plus, a total babe. I don't know whether to love her or loathe her.

The news I've been waiting for!

It is not, according to the hype, a good thing however. But, it's all just hype. Everyone knows, and has known for a long time, that the meat industry is as dirty and disgusting as the oil industry and/or the military-industrial complex. They're greedheads and murderers, but it's a part of the life that our parents and their parents have created in this country over the last century. Nothing can really be done about it, so why bother? Let's just eat the damn cows and get sick.

Let's face it, just because the shit finally hit the fan doesn't mean that it hasn't been happening for ages. Congress recently tanked a measure to tighten beef restrictions, right? Why would such a bill even be up for a vote if we were such a clean beef country?

Guilty pleasure this month? Not fucking likely a guilty one.

Pet Peeve of the Month: Christmas is over, kids. Stop airing the fucking commercials! I don't know how or why this happens year after year, but it is annoying. And this year, it seems the worst offender is that horrid offender of ticky-tacky, PierOne. Note to PierOne: Kirstie Alley is a shit choice for a spokesperson/model/whatnot. She's over it, she's Large, and she's a scientologist. Get her fat fucking face off the screen, please. Then, you can return all that shitty third-world "accent" crap to hell as well. You are the reason this country sucks.

26 December 2003

In case any of you have ever wondered, I've got a very healthy disrespect for college kids. I disrespected myself when I was one. At any rate, I grew up under some vague impression that college was where you went if you really wanted to make something of yourself, if you wanted to be educated, articulate, and successful. Now, I've realized that was just elitist stupidity in my youth and that people go to college for the exotic cuisine.

24 December 2003

Stupid story of the month award?

Duh. I mean, seriously, what the fuck? Are people really this unaware of what's online?

...now that the cows are going mad...

Thanks again, Great Britain. I won't be able to eat a burger for a month, now. Mad Cow has made it to the United States! YIPPEE! The news on this is just lame. Never seen so many scientists and "experts" bending over backwards to lick the balls of the meat industry. "Don't worry! You won't ever see infected meat on the table! Calm down! The Brits are pussies!" Whatever. Some say the end is near, after all.

...and thanks for choosing automatic update...

Except that I didn't. I just made the mistake of granting Adobe Acrobat access to the internet, foolishly thinking it needed that to download the PDF file for me to read. Wrong. It tells me there is an update, that I must "restart before continue" and that's it. Thanks, adobe. Browser's borked. Fuckers.

16 December 2003

There's a fine line between cynic and stupid, kids. Very fine indeed. Especially when the other side of the line revolves around conspiracy theories of the silliest sort. In this case, it's the recent capture of one Mr. Saddam Hussein, former leader of Iraq.

Ah, cynicism. Plenty of people cheered and celebrated. One grateful Iraqi mother named her child after one of the coalition's overseers. I forgot the name, and can't locate it in the news feeds, either. Get over it. It's just a fact, after all, ready for the dustbin. But, I digress. This is about the cynics, isn't it? And what are they saying?

There are those who are saying that it is just too conveient that Saddam has been caught. That this was just some kind of cooked up scheme to make Bush look good. There's only a few (dozen) things wrong with this. First, Bush still doesn't look good. He wouldn't look good unless a Democrat claiming to be the anti-Christ gets the party's nomination - and even then Bush would be hard pressed to look like a good choice there.

Secondly, let's suppose for a second that Dubya and his cronies have been sitting on top of Hussein for weeks, months even. Why pull him out of his cubbyhole a full eleven months before the national election? Shall I go on?

Now, I'm a cynic, and with good reason. After all, it was a Republican what gave us an October Surprise. But Bush lacks something that Reagan had in spades: the charm to convince us that nothing was wrong.

In other news:
Illegals are stealing our jobs!
Pagans are fucking up Christmas!
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15 December 2003

Totally relocated my anger. It has been missing for awhile. I took apart my computer yesterday, in order to clean up the mess of cables that was taking over my desk. In the process, I swapped out the CD-ROM drives - cause they suck - and the floppy, 'cause it's broke.

Now, no matter how experienced you are in the realm of computer repair/rebuild/whatever, you have almost certainly made the following mistake: Removing the CD drives without removing the CD first. What's even worse is destroying said CD while removing it manually (because you are too stupid and lazy to put the drive in another computer and power it long enough to open it up).

Then, of course, you know it's not a burned CD. It's a game CD. Which means you can't play a game you like now, 'cause you never made a working copy of the game.

So you spend the rest of the evening in total anger. Shitty.

9 December 2003

Nothing quite like a week without writing to make you feel like you have nothing to say. I have lots to say, I suppose, or I would - if I had bothered to watch the news this week.

And I haven't. After all, what's the point? It's supposed to be nihilism, eh?

But, a recent email to me points out the painfully obvious: nihilists couldn't be bothered to even get up a boner to screw the neighbor's daughter, much less do a website. So much for that. So, I am busted. I'm outed. I'm not much of a nihilist. Bugger. Guess I'll get me a new word.

Or not. Claiming to be a nihilist is just a dodge, really. I have never really claimed much of anything in life. I never claimed to be "punk," but people just assumed I was because of my music collection. And, my lack of punk "style" just made - in the eyes of one guy I knew years ago, "The Most Punk Punk Around." Naturally, denying it only made it worse. Or, there was the girl long ago who - after knowing me about thirty-five minutes - asked me, "Are you an anarchist?" What's the right answer to that question?

What is the right answer? Am I an anarchist? Nihilist? Closet Republican? Arrrgh. Too many fucking labels. I am mat catastrophe, this is my fucking train ride and if you don't like it, the exit is over there.

2 December 2003

No more true thing has been said in recent years. Makes me want to quit, too.

1 December 2003

Whoot

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