Three things I've learned after watching Watchmen.
1. Humans are inherently evil.
2. It is acceptable to sacrifice the few to save the many (Dickens would not be pleased).
And lastly...
3. Rape is awwwwwwwright, as long as the baby turns out fine.
The end.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Post V-Day Stress Disorder
Ahh spring, the magical time of ye-WAIT NONE OF THAT NOW, WAKE UP.
I still remember in elementary school, when everyone gave everyone V-Day cards. Then as we got older, the number of cards would diminish every year (for me, anyway). At around grade 4, the influx of cards would stop. So ronery ;_;
But anyway, that wasn't the story I wanted to tell today.
A couple of friends and I were walking down to the delicious local Burger King for some post-work dinner (yea, I worked on the 14th), and lo and behold, one of them suddenly exclaims...
Friend 1: Hey guys! There a chick crying in that cafe!
Me: Where? Lets go comfort her!
Friend 1: She probably got dumped by her boyfriend on Valentine's Day.
Friend 2: Maybe it's just because of the economy.
Me: If it was the economy, she should've been crying yesterday.
What interesting friends I have.
In conclusion, the moral of the story is: no matter how lonely and depressed you think you are, there is always, always, someone more lonely and depressed than you. So if you put everything into context, your life ain't that bad afterall.
Cheerio.
I still remember in elementary school, when everyone gave everyone V-Day cards. Then as we got older, the number of cards would diminish every year (for me, anyway). At around grade 4, the influx of cards would stop. So ronery ;_;
But anyway, that wasn't the story I wanted to tell today.
A couple of friends and I were walking down to the delicious local Burger King for some post-work dinner (yea, I worked on the 14th), and lo and behold, one of them suddenly exclaims...
Friend 1: Hey guys! There a chick crying in that cafe!
Me: Where? Lets go comfort her!
Friend 1: She probably got dumped by her boyfriend on Valentine's Day.
Friend 2: Maybe it's just because of the economy.
Me: If it was the economy, she should've been crying yesterday.
What interesting friends I have.
In conclusion, the moral of the story is: no matter how lonely and depressed you think you are, there is always, always, someone more lonely and depressed than you. So if you put everything into context, your life ain't that bad afterall.
Cheerio.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
16 things I hate about you.
This doesn't really count as a post since it's already been done on Facebook so...just take this as a rehash post-count +1 thing. Anyhow. 16 random facts about me:
1.I have never kissed a girl.
2.Contrary to popular belief, I am not a weeaboo. I merely enjoy spouting random Japanese phrases at inopportune times desu.
3.My dad buys most of my clothes for me. Especially pants. Without him, I'd be pantless.
4.I think music elitists are idiots. That said, THE JONAS BROTHERS FUCKING SUCK.
5.I am not actually “ronery”. I just tend to indulge in the more melancholic aspects of life. Although, I don't think anyone will believe me when I say this.
6.The only book/movie/etc. to make me cry, ever, was Three Comrades by Erich Maria Remarque. Hitler probably read the book and decided that since Jews were so depressing, he'd kill them all.
7.I prefer Pepsi over Coke.
8.I'm so skinny, people frequently mistake me for an anorexic. That said, girls are often jealous of my svelte figure.
9.I love (Asian) horror movies. Problem is, all of my friends are pansies so I never actually get to watch any.
10.I don't think I'm a very interesting person. It's only been 9 points and I'm already running out of things to say about myself.
11.I am not against lolicon. I may not endorse it, but I am also not against it. Take that as you will.
12.My iPod is my best friend. I forget my cellphone, keys, and wallet, but never my iPod.
13.Roulette by System of a Down is my favourite song at this exact moment in time.
14.I browse 4chan, but only /a/, /v/, and sometimes /ck/.
15.Sometimes I surprise even myself with my immaturity.
16.That's what SHE said.
So ronery ;_;
1.I have never kissed a girl.
2.Contrary to popular belief, I am not a weeaboo. I merely enjoy spouting random Japanese phrases at inopportune times desu.
3.My dad buys most of my clothes for me. Especially pants. Without him, I'd be pantless.
4.I think music elitists are idiots. That said, THE JONAS BROTHERS FUCKING SUCK.
5.I am not actually “ronery”. I just tend to indulge in the more melancholic aspects of life. Although, I don't think anyone will believe me when I say this.
6.The only book/movie/etc. to make me cry, ever, was Three Comrades by Erich Maria Remarque. Hitler probably read the book and decided that since Jews were so depressing, he'd kill them all.
7.I prefer Pepsi over Coke.
8.I'm so skinny, people frequently mistake me for an anorexic. That said, girls are often jealous of my svelte figure.
9.I love (Asian) horror movies. Problem is, all of my friends are pansies so I never actually get to watch any.
10.I don't think I'm a very interesting person. It's only been 9 points and I'm already running out of things to say about myself.
11.I am not against lolicon. I may not endorse it, but I am also not against it. Take that as you will.
12.My iPod is my best friend. I forget my cellphone, keys, and wallet, but never my iPod.
13.Roulette by System of a Down is my favourite song at this exact moment in time.
14.I browse 4chan, but only /a/, /v/, and sometimes /ck/.
15.Sometimes I surprise even myself with my immaturity.
16.That's what SHE said.
So ronery ;_;
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Big Brother is watching
So I was browsing YouTube today and I came across something disturbing.
You know how YouTube has a "Recommended for You" section, where they suggest videos that you may be interested in? I found this gem on that list today:
Do they think I'm a pedophile or something?!? Those girls aren't even legal! I can kinda pictures the FBI monitoring that video, tracing the IP addresses of anyone that watches it. Then showing up at their door. "Sir, we've been informed that you have been watching girls in skimpy skirts dancing on YouTube. Please come with us."
Those girls sure have nice..........................................ears.
You know how YouTube has a "Recommended for You" section, where they suggest videos that you may be interested in? I found this gem on that list today:
Do they think I'm a pedophile or something?!? Those girls aren't even legal! I can kinda pictures the FBI monitoring that video, tracing the IP addresses of anyone that watches it. Then showing up at their door. "Sir, we've been informed that you have been watching girls in skimpy skirts dancing on YouTube. Please come with us."
Those girls sure have nice..........................................ears.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
"A guru with karreidoscopu eyes"
He sounds like fucking Scooby Doo after a night overindulging in wasabi.
My head hurts...
The title's not supposed to be deep or referencing something. It really does hurt right now.
Anyways, I was talking to a friend and the topic of French came up during the conversation. She asked me to say something in French. I told her that I (almost) failed it in high school. We concluded that I would most probably not be able to survive in France as I would only be able to:
1. Ask to sleep with someone;
2. Ask permission to use the washroom;
3. Tell everyone that the cheese is delicious.
In any case, this is no cause for alarm as I'm not planning a trip to France anytime soon. Those people are only good for making champagne and losing wars.
Q: Why wasn't Jesus born in France?
A: Because they couldn't find three wise men and a virgin.
p.s. As a part of my nonexistent New Year's resolutions I've decided to post here on a more regular basis. A decently sized post every Thursday sounds good.
p.p.s. After watching White Album I felt a sudden urge to make this into an anime blog. But...that would require a lot of work and I'm not particularly fond of that. We'll see how it goes.
Anyways, I was talking to a friend and the topic of French came up during the conversation. She asked me to say something in French. I told her that I (almost) failed it in high school. We concluded that I would most probably not be able to survive in France as I would only be able to:
1. Ask to sleep with someone;
2. Ask permission to use the washroom;
3. Tell everyone that the cheese is delicious.
In any case, this is no cause for alarm as I'm not planning a trip to France anytime soon. Those people are only good for making champagne and losing wars.
Q: Why wasn't Jesus born in France?
A: Because they couldn't find three wise men and a virgin.
p.s. As a part of my nonexistent New Year's resolutions I've decided to post here on a more regular basis. A decently sized post every Thursday sounds good.
p.p.s. After watching White Album I felt a sudden urge to make this into an anime blog. But...that would require a lot of work and I'm not particularly fond of that. We'll see how it goes.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Once upon a midnight dreary
First things first.
IT'S ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS OUTSIDE. Everything's covered in a fine layer of white. Except. The snow's so fucking deep that I can't go outside because, well, I don't own snowshoes.
Anyways, for the topic of the day: I'm now officially an insomniac.
Recently (i.e. after exam season) I've started a trend of staying awake until around 6 in the morning (cs:s sessions, anime/manga marathoning, etc.) and then waking up sometime later in the evening. It's gotten to the degree that I'd forego sleep for a day because, well, it's already too bright outside for me to fall asleep. And it's winter time now.
I've learned several things during this time:
1. It gets rather lonely at night, mainly because there's nobody online (baaawwww).
2. You can never have too much coffee.
3. Gaming skill is apparently not affected by degree of wakefulness >.>
4. Girls with yaoi complexes can be scary things, indeed.
5. IRC Mafia is even more messed up than its real-life counterpart.
5.5. Spreading AIDS can be fun.
6. 2D is awesome.
Needless to say I'm oftentimes not-quite-here during the time when most people are most active. Sorry for the Rock Band suckage guys...now you know.
(Incidentally, someone broke the drum pedals yesterday, har har.)
I bought Left 4 Dead a week ago, and I must say it's the most fun I've had in a multiplayer, perhaps to date. Playing as the survivors isn't much fun though; in that regard it's much the same as any other shooter out there: enemies come, point and click, move on (although I must say the AI is superb and the graphics are pretty). What's REALLY awesome is playing as the special Infected. You lurk in the darkness/corner/rooftop and wait as an unsuspecting Survivor runs past. Online griefing at its best.
There is one character that ilicits some unintended comedy though. Zoey the cute, Chuck Taylor-wearing college chick. One has to wonder about her sleeping arrangements, trapped in "safe rooms" with three other men. Anyhow, there is a new rule in place: Zoey MUST NOT BE ALLOWED TO DIE during games, as she is the last hope of mankind. Which leads to some hilarious situations, as the special Infected almost invariably target her during versus games, leading to exclamations of genuine grief and rage.
One last thing. Christmas is almost here! And it seems like we'll get one with snow, for once.
For those of you lacking fe/male comfort this holiday season: string up some mistletoe on a streetlamp, and lie in wait (should be easy with all this snow around). Then when an unsuspecting passerby passes by...you spring your trap. Flawless victory!
p.s. Santa Claus is a fucking pedo, seriously. I mean, why else would he know where ALL THE KIDS IN THE WORLD live, as well as a list of who's been NAUGHTY OR NICE? Definitely suspicious. The FBI should keep him on the watchlist. That is all.
IT'S ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS OUTSIDE. Everything's covered in a fine layer of white. Except. The snow's so fucking deep that I can't go outside because, well, I don't own snowshoes.
Anyways, for the topic of the day: I'm now officially an insomniac.
Recently (i.e. after exam season) I've started a trend of staying awake until around 6 in the morning (cs:s sessions, anime/manga marathoning, etc.) and then waking up sometime later in the evening. It's gotten to the degree that I'd forego sleep for a day because, well, it's already too bright outside for me to fall asleep. And it's winter time now.
I've learned several things during this time:
1. It gets rather lonely at night, mainly because there's nobody online (baaawwww).
2. You can never have too much coffee.
3. Gaming skill is apparently not affected by degree of wakefulness >.>
4. Girls with yaoi complexes can be scary things, indeed.
5. IRC Mafia is even more messed up than its real-life counterpart.
5.5. Spreading AIDS can be fun.
6. 2D is awesome.
Needless to say I'm oftentimes not-quite-here during the time when most people are most active. Sorry for the Rock Band suckage guys...now you know.
(Incidentally, someone broke the drum pedals yesterday, har har.)
I bought Left 4 Dead a week ago, and I must say it's the most fun I've had in a multiplayer, perhaps to date. Playing as the survivors isn't much fun though; in that regard it's much the same as any other shooter out there: enemies come, point and click, move on (although I must say the AI is superb and the graphics are pretty). What's REALLY awesome is playing as the special Infected. You lurk in the darkness/corner/rooftop and wait as an unsuspecting Survivor runs past. Online griefing at its best.
There is one character that ilicits some unintended comedy though. Zoey the cute, Chuck Taylor-wearing college chick. One has to wonder about her sleeping arrangements, trapped in "safe rooms" with three other men. Anyhow, there is a new rule in place: Zoey MUST NOT BE ALLOWED TO DIE during games, as she is the last hope of mankind. Which leads to some hilarious situations, as the special Infected almost invariably target her during versus games, leading to exclamations of genuine grief and rage.
One last thing. Christmas is almost here! And it seems like we'll get one with snow, for once.
For those of you lacking fe/male comfort this holiday season: string up some mistletoe on a streetlamp, and lie in wait (should be easy with all this snow around). Then when an unsuspecting passerby passes by...you spring your trap. Flawless victory!
p.s. Santa Claus is a fucking pedo, seriously. I mean, why else would he know where ALL THE KIDS IN THE WORLD live, as well as a list of who's been NAUGHTY OR NICE? Definitely suspicious. The FBI should keep him on the watchlist. That is all.
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