Wednesday, June 30, 2010

An External Illusion

No one is perfect. Everyone knows that, but I don't think that it's actually sunk in for the vast majority of people. It hasn't really for me.

List as many people as you can. Friends, family, work mates, school mates, whatever; just list them. Now picture them all, what their day is like. Seriously, stop reading and do it, if just for one or two people. [I'm not kidding here, go on.] [Seriously, fuck off and do it.]

Now that you have [/glares] done so, what was it like?? The way you imagined their life, I mean?? It was happy wasn't it?? Had some sort of romanticised, ideal undertones, at the very least. I can't prove your vision was, but I know that whenever I imagine anyone elses life, it's always happy, and there isn't really anything wrong with it, even if I know otherwise. And I have this nagging suspicion that I'm not the only person who does this.

But why do I [or you for that matter] do that?? I'm sure there's some fancily-worded "phenomena" somewhere in my psyche textbook, but those explanations never really mean anything. They explain what people do, even why they do it, but they don't explain why people are like that. They just can't; no one has those answers. People do what they do, and we can't ever really understand them.

Such is life.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Julia Gillard Day

I'm going to be as brief as possible in this one blog, and try not to be too offensive. I'm not making any promises of course, but I think this subject material should be a certain way.

A few days ago, Julia Gillard became the first female Prime Minister of Australia. She accomplished this by walking around a corner with a hatchet, pointing at Kevin Rudd, then charging in with an animalistic cry and hacking him to pieces, his blood spurting all over her face to the screeching sound of a violin. [Okay, I slipped, but what are you, perfect??] The whole process took less then 24 hours, reducing the poor man to tears [and presumably extremely small, bloody pieces].

Now, I was never a big fan of K-Rudd. I didn't much like him at all. To be perfectly frank, given the opportunity, I probably would have punched him in the throat. [With a screwdiver.] But I respected the fact that the Australian people had voted for him to be Prime Minister. People did not vote for Julia GIllard to be Prime Minister. They didn't even vote for her to be Deputy Prime Minister; they were just okay with it, as long as they got Kevin Rudd in the top job. The people will remember this.

I vote that the date on which this atrocity was comitted should forever be known as Julia Gillard Day. It will be honoured for the wrongs comitted on it throughout time, as all will remember her act by finding someone who trusts them and stabbing them in the back like a soulless she-demon!!!!!! And the real victim here: the Women's movement. From now on, they have to deal with the fact that Australia's first Prime Minister was a heartless devil who can never be trusted.

Bet you can guess who I'm definately NOT voting for next election??

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Immortals

Today I hired Dorian Gray from video ezy. It's acutally better than the book itself [even though, in fact especially because, it doesn't stay perfectly true to the book], which is a first in the history of the human race, but that's not what this is about. The movie got me thinking about the concept of imortality itself. I don't think that immotality is for everyone.


Think of the practical implications. Immortals would have to be unable to breed, otherwise shit would get overpopulated and incesty, FAST. Don't think they'd happen?? The world has a population surplus right now, imagine what it woud be like if no one got old and died but kept having babies. And if they did have babies, they'd have babies, and they'd have babies, and they'd have babies, and they'd hae babies who would grow up and look exactly the same age as the first round of people. But this would be generations apart, and most relatives wouldn't keep in contact. And eventually they'd meet their great-grandchildren. And I'm not going to explain the next step, but I'm sure you can imagine it. In short, no babies for immortals.

But then there's a problem. The population wouldn't stay stable. Accidents always have and always will happen. Unless these immortals are entirely indestructible [which is about as probable as the Sun and Neptune breeding and having a litter of meteorites] then eventually some will die off, whether by accident or murder, which is never going to go away. Then the population would permanently go. And it could only go down if they couldn't breed.

So there could never be a stable society which is entirely comprised of immortals. They would have to be a minority, and so by definition are elitist. I'm not sure where I'm getting at with all of this, I'll have to think on it. And by all means, coment if oyu have an opinion.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Anon.

I know I said yesterday that I'd write on E3 some more today, but since no one is actually reading this [5 views yesterday?? That's cheering.] I'm just gonna do that later and talk about something I feel like talking about. Because this is my blog and if oyu don't like then just go away coz !#&$ to you.

I want to know everyone's opinion on what they think on internet anonymity. Not just yay / nay, I mean what you think about it in all of its different formats. Like on formspring, where you can ask a question completely anonymously. I guess that that will allow people to ask some questions which they wuldn't normally, but isn't that itself kind of wrong?? If you're not willing to openly ask someone a question, do you really deserve to know??

And I posted a comment on another blog last night, and the exact subtite under the text field was "Pick Your Identity". The options were as m Google account, a different name, anon. and something else, I odn't remember. But isn't that, little weird?? Like "Who do you feel like being today??" I just find it a little disturbing that hiding who you are and completely faking your identity are so common that they're official options.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Kinect My Fist To Your Face

E3 is the most important event in the year for the gaming community, in my opinion anyway, and anyone who'd argue for something else would still concede it's a really big deal. Now, with that sort of status, it doesn't sound promising that the opening article concerning it is titled: "The Day The Gaming Industry Died: Impressions From E3 2010". And for the love of god, they're not wrong. Tomorrow I'm going to voice my opinion on some of the points, but today I want to focus in on something I think has gotten a bad rap.

Namely; Microsoft Kinect. This is Microsoft's response to motion controls, apparently, and in Cthulu's name, a picture of one demonstration seriously makes me want to kill myself. It's on that link up there, I can't even bring myself to look at it again. The culmination of the demonstrations led to Sony hardly mentioning their equivalent, presumably out of shame and self-loathing.

Kinect is like an eyetoy in that it responds to actual movents you make over video with out a controller. You move, and it interacts with whatever's happening in virtual world place thing.

But I have hope for Kinect. The fact that all the morons at Microsoft could come up with is limited to some ugly white guy dancing like a freak and a little girl imaginary petting a tiger and turning her head and giggling when it licked the screen, as if she could feel it [really?? God some people are retarded] means nothing for what it oculd lead to. [Actually, now that I think about it, they may not have been the only two demonstrations, it's just that they were so traumatising I can't seem to remember anything else.]

Think of what this could mean for FIRST PERSON FIGHTERS. You could actually block blows with your arms. You could fight friends with avatars made from photos of them, and actually punch your mates in the face!! Who knows what could be done by some creative genius for D&D style games. And did I mention that you could punch your friends in the face online!! Or give them the finger if the technology could register it!! How awesome would that be??

Friday, June 18, 2010

False Facebook Friends

I'm getting a little sick of people I don't know trying to friend me on facebook. Lots and lots of people reading, oh, say this, that I'm kool with. But there's a difference on facebook. And there have been dozens of people WHO I HAVE NEVER MET NOR HEARD OF trying to friend me over the past few months.

Maybe I could understand people who have some friends who I'm friends with. That I can get. But today I got a friend request from a guy who had no mutual friends with me. None. What the would he want to friend me for?? Does he not understand the meaning of the word friend?? As in, someone you somehow ACTUALLY KNOW??

It's bizarre. I just don't get it. t's like those people who have friends on facebook who openly despise each other and just use it as an avenue to argue about nothing at all. What the hell??
How have you not blocked them?? Are you retarded?? Or are you all just disgusting freaks of attention whores??

Probably that last one.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Airport: The Pinnacle Of Douchedom In Travel

I went to the airport this morning, and I have a few minor rants to let off my chest.

Firstly, why is it like a [not very] small mall?? It's meant to be an airport. You know, where people travel through the heavens in big phallic objects with the intent to mock God?? [That, and get from place to place.] I guess I can understand those big hub airports which are go betweens for gazillions of flights having a bunch of stores, but this is Adelaide Airport. If anything ever was, it is the end of the line.

And speaking of the stores, what the hell is with them?? Why are 35 of the 40 there open at 6:20 and NOT ONE GOD DAMNED CAN OF ENERGY DRINK IS TO BE FOUND. Plenty of coffee, plenty of liquor, even an entire store devoted to ties and luggage bags. I'm pretty sure travellers should already have bags for their luggage when they get to the freaking airport.

And what's this duty free crap; tax-free shopping?? Why is it tax-free?? Does our government not want money tainted by foreigners?? Is it some gesture of crappily executed good will?? And if it is for foreigners benefit, then why can I just waltz right on into the airport [re: go through security] and buy any shit I want and not get checked for being a foreigner??

And why is there NO security on the way out of the airport, as opposed to a 15 minute long security check on the way in?? So, we definately can't smuggle anything IN to the airport, but if we come off a domestic flight it's perfectly okay for us to take weapons into the general population.

And on the miniscule screens that shows people arrival and departure times, there's a column for when planes are supposed to arrive and a whole new column next to it showing when the plane will actually arrive. I get that shit happens, things get delayed, but when you have a permanent slot devoted to showing just how late EACH AND EVERY PLANE will be, something is very wrong and needs to be fixed.

Phew. Now I can breathe again.
NO ENERGY DRINKS!!!! AT ALL!!!!

Friday, June 11, 2010

LOL. Wars as in all the 'beautiful' people may decide they're the only true people that deserve to live - and dream up a form of genocide to get rid of all the non-designer people.

Oh yeah. I suppose that could happen. I'd say its more likely that they'd all just selfsegregate and try to pretend all the ugly people don't exist. Or maybe we're both being too negative; maybe they'd try to like, make sure all the ugly people get to enjoy their beauty or something.

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Most people will learn to love themselves though. Even you probably love at least most of yourself. Designing children is only going to lead to superficiality and possibly wars, even. Who's Christina Hendricks?

Yeah, I suppose you are right on the first two points. But I definately disagree that designer children will lead to superficiality and wars. Yes, superficial people will have designer children, but they would have done something along those lines with them after they were born anyway. Most people will realise just how screwed up it is to design your child in your image and stay sane. And I've honestly no idea how it could lead to war. Heated debates and rallys like the abortion issue sure, but wars??

Christina is an amazingly beautiful american actress. Just look her up in google images. [Don't worry, I just checked and with no safeSearch there wasn't any nudity..]

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I often think you say things just to be different, to wind people up and look like you have some radically different point of view. Which doesn't help you, because often it's either rude, nasty or utter bullshit. What's with the shallow take on beauty?

The shallow take on beauty is partly how shallow I think beauty is and partly how shallow I really am. One of those double belief things I'm trying to rid myself of.

I definately don't say things just to be different, I honestly believe what I say when I'm saying it. But it's definately happened before with me saying one thing and someone [actually, I think you on one or two occasions] showing me how I'm wrong. So sometimes what I say does turn out to be bullshit. That rude and nasty side of things is just angry me leaking through as he often does.

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Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Pedantic-Pants

Have you ever met someone who always corrects your grammar [or spelling if they can]?? Or always points out how your references to movies or something are wrong?? Or anything like that really, they just keep correcting you. We all know someone like that.

Example: "Me and Alex went-" "You mean Alex and I" "NO ONE GIVES A FUCK"

Well apparently, and this is news to me, people don't like that. For some reason, people don't like it when they are constantly corrected. So much so that one unnamed [but labelled] person asked me to write a blog on it. [Which it is okay to do. Seriously, I've asked you to make requests, WHY DO YOU IGNORE ME SO??] Anyway, basically the deal is that normal people don't like pedantic people. But I'd like to clear up just exactly what pedantic is.

When someone says that they had previously "walk to the store and back", and they are corrected with "You mean you walked to the store and back", the replier is not being pedantic. The first speaker was in fact retarded. When one person says that extreme right and left wing governments all end up the same way and someone else replies that they often have different business regulations, the second person can go fuck themself. In the first example, the second speaker is being pedantic BECAUSE THAT RULE IS STUPID, POINTLESS, ARBITRARY AND RETARDED AND ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE I WILL ATTACK IN THEIR SLEEP.

Do you not agree that if we all have different perceptions on beauty, changing our children is not in fact making them more beautiful? There is no point? We all learn to love ourselves. We don't want to love someone else (an altered us).

I'm pretty much willing to accept your first point [mostly because its right]. The rest of it though is complete bullcrap. Plenty of people do not love themselves. I am often among them. Especially on the point of beauty. And again in both a beauty and non-beauty capacity I love plenty of peope. [But guess which category Christina Hendricks falls under.]

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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

eleven11

For those of you fortunate enough to not have been distracted and confused by this strange phenomenon, apparently the minute 11:11 has some sort of significance. Now I'm not usually one to rip on peoples retarded beliefs [this is a lie] but come on, how could I pass this up.

From what I've gathered [and to be fair I tend to tune out when people I know I'll lose the argument with are being retarded] you're supposed to make a wish at 11:11. No one actually told me that they come true. Just like the thing with birthday cakes. [Which I definately never believed. /Shifty eyes.] I think it's of some crappy art house movie.

Now I'm going to over look the wish part. I can't even start that. However I will point out how unimpressive the time of 11:11 is. I mean, it's just the same number, four times, with some dots in the middle. Woo-fuckin-hoo. If this thing had been put at like 12:34, it would be a bit more interesting. Personally I would be happy to accept that any child conceived and/or born at 12:34:56 [hours:mins:seconds] will have magical powers. Or perhaps something like 12:48, so the number doubles each time.

Come on people, if you're gonna have a retarded belief, at least make it interesting like scientology did. Put some effort in.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Gene Therapy: The Right Thing To Do

I don't like people who deny progress because they think it MIGHT lead to SOME bad effects. There are many, many cases of this, but the particular example that's on my nerves at the moment is stupid people who reckon that the inrtoduction of gene manipulation in foetuses [foeti??] is a horrible thing. For those who don't get what that means, it's basically changing the specs of unborn babies to determine what they'll be like when they get out of there.

The benefits of using this to effectively destroy hereditary diseases is undoutable. But there is a good deal of unhappiness over the fact that parents will also be able to change what the kid will look like when they grow up too. Supposedly this will make people more and more generic to conform to some sort of standard definition of beauty as parents try to make their kids more attractive.

Firstly, what the hell is wrong with helping kids be more attractive?? The world would be such a happier place if everyone was beautiful. Think about it. No ugly people. Unless I'm mistaken [which I'm not] that's a deciding factor in most peoples conceptions of heaven [definately in mine]. And that whole scenario won't come to pass anyway. Every single human being has their own opinion on what beautiful is. Many of them are very similar, many of them clash horribly.

And even if every last baby in the human race [including all of the babies from third world countries, YOU RETARDS] gets some sort of gene therapy to look towards ONE SINGLE idea of beauty, it doesn't matter, because beauty is an entirely relative concept. If everyone in the world was on what is now the beautiful end of the appearance spectrum, then those who were still closer to ou definition of ugly would become the ugly people of that world, there would just be less differentiation.

So fuck off and let us make the world a more beautiful place.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Would you rather get up early or sleep late?

Well, I'd like to say sleeping in late, but getting up nice and early at 10am is a great feeling.

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El Doggo

I like dogs. No matter how I feel or what I'm thinking, I always smile when one barks at me. Dogs are awesome. Unfortunately mine smells bad because we don't wash it enough, and I don't wash it because I don't really love it because she's very fickle and immediately abandons me as soon as someone else is present [the slut]. But in a rented home a long time ago and hopefully far far away [yet also in the future somehow] I will have my own dog and they will be mine.

I shall have either a Scottish Terrier or a Caucasian Shepard. Scottish Terriers are those little furry dogs from the Chum commercials. And they're from Scotland, in case you didn't figure that out [which you probably didn't]. They're very cute. I want one.

Most people don't seem to know about Caucasian Shepards. I'm not a great explainer of things in case you haven't figured that out [which you probably haven't], but here goes. They are very fluffy and sweet looking. When they are puppies, they are the size of a human torso. Adults are about the size of a fully grown man. And not one of those sissy, adrogynous [and freakishly arousing] half-men like Alex Briggs. A real man. And they have massive teeth. Make for great attack dogs. I would name him Theodore.

Or perhaps both. You know all of those little kid cartoon shows or movies with the little dog in charge of the big dog. That'd be adorable.

DO NOT LAUGH AT ME!!!!!!

And never get me a puppy as a present. Because then I would be unhappy with it [because if I didnt pick it, it sucks] and would name it Hamlet. And it would get confused between itself and food. And then eat itself all up. Canine-abalism style.

Never Pay The Reaper With / Love Only

There's this song that I haven't heard in a while, good song even if it won't ever be popular, but there's one part right at the beginning that just...haunts me. It goes: "Never pay the reaper with / Love only" [Lucky by Biff Naked]

I can't quite explain the feeling, but it really does haunt me. Maybe you can relate with something from another song, I dunno. Sometimes it's like I need to figure out what it means. Does death not accept love as payment?? Does he have a sign on him saying NO LOVE like shops that don't have eftpos [because they're retarded and SHOULD HAVE FUCKING EFTPOS]?? Is it that he values it, but just not enough to mean anything by itself, like hes asexual or something?? [Which I suppose would make sense, seeing as he's a skeleton.]

Or maybe it's not even really meant to refer to the reaper at all. Maybe it's trying to say that we need to actually accomplish something with our lives other than just being mushy and stupid and obsessing over some person[s]. Which makes sense when I think about it, but then I mellow out and forget about it, then after a while the line comes back to haunt me and the whole process starts all over again.

Stupud brain. MAY CTHULU DEVOUR YOU!!!!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

That's A Big-Assed....Ass...[Damn]

I am sick of and hate fat people. Not all of them, just some of them. Now it is a fact that some people are just genetically fat. [Although that big bones thing is a downright lie. Like your parents loving you.] Back in the times before food sources were reliable and famines were still an every other week kind of deal, having that extra meat on the bone let them outlive their skinnier [and largely {get it??} more attractive] contemporaries. Adds a real ironic dimension to survival of the fittest, huh?? [I'm on a roll {hah!} today].

I get that, it's fair, they really can't do anything about it. But then there really are people who need to put the motherfucking Cheeto's down. I know that they're delicious, but when you've eaten enough to suffocate all of the children in an orhpanage, it's time to stop. Today a fat guy got on the bus, and got off at the next stop twenty fucking metres down the road. And he got on in front of the supermarket. His bag had nothing but chips and soft drinks in it.

This guy needs only a watcher with a cattle prod [and legal immunity] to get less fat. And he has no excuse to not be so fat. And don't give me that different life choice crap. Yeah, he makes a choice; he chooses to force his hideousness on others, and should be punished for being so inconsiderate. He should be grilled alive [extra-crispy] and the meat should be cut into portions and served in different styles to dogs [such as mexican, italian, etc.] to see if different breeds like different styles of cooking over other.

Wow, that was specific to a massive {zing!} degree, huh??

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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

What do you think is the best way to defeat terrorism?

Well. Firstly, we need to admit we've been going about it all wrong with all the torture hidden away in jails. The torture needs to be as public as possible. That's how you discourage them.

Secondly, if these people weren't so damn stupid and poor they wouldn't bomb anyone to begin with, so we need to make them not poor and give them some basic education so they can blame their poverty on the right people. Not us.

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I Fucking Love Uni

So I needed to use the toilet before my tutorial today, nothing special in that. There was graffiti on the wall of the toilet stall, nothing special in that either. But no joke, this is the best graffiti that has ever been made in a public toilet.

Okay, so someone had drawn in pen a head with a penis going into it's mouth. [In case you're wondering, that isn't the awesome part.] In permant texta, someone else had drawn an arrow pointing to the head labelling it "The Australian People." And another arrow pointed to the penis saying "Bipartisan Politics."

And all that went through my mind was "I fuckin' love uni." Seriously. The cock drawings in the toilet stall are making a political statement. [And an entirely correct one at that.]

What an amzing place.

Formspring.Me Bitches

I've heard a whole bunch about this damn formspring thing for a while, but I've only really looked at it today. So far, I like the sounds of it. Chiefly, I like how it interlocks with facebook, that makes my life a whole fuckload easier. [Although not to the level of some people I know. SNAP]

I like the concept of it too. The whole ask a question anonymously thing I imagine will have and already has had some hiLARIOUS results. And it occurs to me know that I've said whole an unusually large number of times this blog. That's....odd.

Anyway, yes I like where this whole thing could lead. You can get to mine at: www.formspring.me/DrFacepalm

Feel free to ask me any question, but don't be surprised if I ignore some of them. And if I get one asking me how big my dick is, so help me God......