The News

I don't claim to know what live-blogging is, or even if it has a hyphen, but I think I may be doing it now. As of 6:20 PST, I am eating a delicious turkey sammich.

Advert Warfare

One of my nightly routines of late is watching The Daily Show on these, the intarwebz. I love being able to watch it whenever I feel like it and for the most part avoid advertisements. There are short mini commercials sprinkled about the show like evil confetti but it's still a hundredth the volume of normal television. The only problem is that for a week or month or something it's the same ad every god damned time. I've seen this Black Berry advert like five hundred times. I know the ad isn't working because it doesn't entice me to buy the product, but it is working in the war of attrition the company is waging with me. I want to buy a Black Berry just so maybe, maybe the commercial will go away. I can't take it anymore. It's the repetition you know, it breaks down your will, it makes you submit.....it breaks everyone in the end........

Love Letter To The Mac-10

I don't really update this blog anymore, but damn it, I needed to say this! And please note, I'm only talking about the incarnation of the weapon featured in Counter Strike: Source.

The Mac-10 is the worst piece of shit that has ever been produced by mankind. It's so shitty that if there were a machine made of shit, into which you fed babies and from which was produced more shit, it would still be better than the Mac-10. At least the Baby-To-Shit-Shitmachine does what it's fucking supposed to do, turn babies into shit. Fuck the Mac-10, fuck anyone who says it doesn't suck balls, and fuck the guy who programmed the shittiness right into the game for us. FUCK.



Now that I've done that, I'll go play some more CS:S.

A Voyage Begins

I kept a travelogue and took a ridiculous amount of photographs when I went to Santa Cruz. I had planned on simply typing up the travelogue and linking in lots of pictures. I just could not seem to do it. I have opted for a somewhat more interesting and definitely more shoddy method of disseminating my travel writings. It's a slight revision of what's scribbled in my notebook but is nearly the same. Further entries will include the music I was listening to when I wrote them.

Here's to summer fun, cheers!


P.S. I live in Northern California, it was kind of engulfed in flames. My house was not literally burnt. I do not mean any disrespect to anyone who has suffered a loss due to these fires. The worst I've gotten is a black lung-esque cough from breathing all this shit.

The Shallow Shark Might Make A Mark

This may be an artistic travesty but I think it's an important piece. It is my personal opinion that not enough people read classic literature. It's also my opinion that when they do far too many feel obligated to think it's good. We don't want to admit we hated something that wordy types have been shrieking the praises of for centuries or more. It's okay to dislike old books, it really is. Just because a piece of literature has achieved a legendary status as a social commentary or psychological masterpiece does not mean it is going to enjoyable. I want everyone to go out and read one book regarded as classic or indispensable and be totally honest about how you felt about it. Start a dialogue, even if it's about why the book sucked. Go ahead, I'll wait.