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......