Book readin'

What's up with the social "rule" that books are this intellectually superior form of entertainment. No one ever wants to seriously challenge it, because people are always afraid of sounding dumb. Fuck that!

The social rules are that if you don't enjoy reading novels, you're an idiot.
Most Novels typically bore me to tears, but everyone who has met and known would also consider me to be an intelligent person....at least most of the time, heh. There's also my entire academic experience backing that up, so it's not just a huge ego saying this.

Of all the garbage that's typically assigned in English/Lit classes, the only things that were interesting to me were Native Son, Slaughterhouse five, most of Shakespeare's work and stories of mythology. The Scarlett Letter: trash. To Kill a Mocking Bird: garbage. A tale of two cities: fuck the French. It's amazing to me how these novels are considered classics, and always assigned in 9th or 10th grade.

My view of the game.

The Game™....the human mating ritual. At least in this (american) society, it is just overflowing with shocking amounts of bullshit. The amusing thing is, men don't even seem to care or really know how lopsided and fucked off things are. The women hold all the cards. That is an undeniable fact. They have ultimate control over whether or not you're getting any kind of progress. The amazing thing is....the average guy seems to somehow think we're still running the show. No, we have to do 99.99999999% of the work, and she gets to sit there like a queen bee, picking whoever she decides is worthy out of so many drones....if you don't meet her specifications, that's it... you are cast away like trash. Somehow, men in general don't seem to have a problem with this setup as they continue running the gauntlet like so many sheep.

Its true that women have to exert some kind of effort to gain the man's attention, but let's get serious here.
Women have to put for such a miniscule amount of effort to get attention, it's a joke. Shit, even ugly women get hit on, and can get action fairly easily....because men will fuck anything.

Imagine a 300 pound version of Whoopi Goldberg. Yes, somewhere out there, there is a guy who would hit that. Anyway, they have to look halfway decent, and even that isn't such a strong requirement. Compare this to all the things a man has to do to even seriously compete for a chance at getting some play. They buzz around the queen trying to gain the queens favor knowing that at any time, for any reason, she can cancel/veto everything to hell....and you're either FriendZoned, or you're nothing at all....you have to move on.

Annoying social norms

Ah, the elitism of sexuality...where the true close-minded nature of humanity rears its ugly head. Anyone who does not confrom to a very specific set of sexual "rules" and attractions is automatically seen in such a negative light.
If you're a voyeur, or a furry, or into the whole feet thing, tickling, or S&M, oh you're such a freak, and probably a loser....at least, that seems to be what society generally says. I don't understand certain other fetishes out there(e.g.--I just don't see how anyone can get turned on by getting pissed on.), I have friends who are into some really really unusual things, but as long as it doesn't involve kids or animals, I don't look down on them, but I do occassionally tease them... I'm not a fucking saint.

Another thing....the dumbest Man Law there is....one which I am in extreme violation of right now...we aren't supposed to complain. Got cancer? Shut up and be a man! Don't complain! Because EVERYTHING IS OK. Goddamn this world is trash in so many ways. I don't even have time to fully analyze all the examples of bullshit in life.

Oh then there'ss "THUG LIFE" in the hood. Why is it perfectly fine to adopt these behaviors and styles that only serve to make black and other "hood folks" to look like the dumbest examples of mankind ever to exist? Why take pride in looking like a fool with NO kind of home training, no kind of freaking class and NO respect for yourself or others, etc. etc.

okay I'm done.


for now.

Missing out on a good thing

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I've actually never been in a REAL fight. I've only been in a couple of lame "scuffles" that I would hardly consider a knock down drag out brawl.

I kind of regret this, actually because grade-school is the perfect and only time in life to get in a fight without any major consequences happening. The only thing you had to worry about fighting someone in school, especially elementary was the threat of being suspended from school.
Ooooh such a big punishment there! The kid gets to stay home and play video games all day for about 3 or 4 days. Ha!

However, fighting in the adult working world is a different story: lawsuits, losing your job, prison and of course the possibility of getting shot/killed. All part of growing up I suppose.


Come to think of it, in today's schools you are liable to get shot along with a few dozen of your classmates if you beat up the wrong kid.

Well Elementary school in MY DAY was the time to fight, and I missed out.

You hate Bush I GET IT.

Why for the love of hairy chested GOD do people feel inclined to bore me with all the reasons they hate president Bush?
The ones that truly annoy me are the ones who don't really have a strong posistion. All they can do is yell blah blah blah *war in Iraq* blah blah blah *No blood for oil* blah blah blah *republicans are eviiiiilll!* and so on and so on.
Most of these fucks say this shit because it's the "cool" thing to do now and probably wouldn't even recognize the president if they were shown a photo of him.

I'm slightly more tolerant with the people who express their views rationally and calmly/or have a unique perspective that isn't influenced by some comedian or talentless celebrity, but the mother fuckers who shout you down if you even hint at disagreeing with them and quote Jon Stewart and that Colbert dork (man, I'd love to monkey stomp both of them) like they are some Jesus tag team need to die quickly.
I would expect that from my two year old niece, but I tolerate that from her because she's MY TWO YEAR OLD NIECE therefore, she doesn't get punched in the face.

Anyway, don't think I'm a rabid republican because I'm not, but I do **GASP** agree with some of their policies and I can say the same for the democrats, although they are increasingly becoming REALLY annoying, I'm just tired of listening to empty headed, loud mouthed harpies who insist on complicating my life with their existence.

Time for war

Well I've declared war on my body yet again. After a highly successful bulking cycle which resulted in some very impressive strength gain, in fact I can't remember the last time I've been this strong. That's all fine and dandy, but the drawback is that I gained a significant amount of weight. Hell, according to my BMI, I am now dangerously obese, of course that piece of shit measuring technique does not account for muscle mass. Although most of the weight gain has bean lean muscle mass, there was still enough bodyfat to turn my once proud six pack into a mini keg.

I don't like having a gut, no matter how small it is and so it's time to punish my body by dusting off my cutting routine that usually leaves me in a sweaty, wheezing lump, but it does get results.
I look forward to getting back to my fighting weight again even though my strength gains will probably diminish, but I think I can live with that.

I think I'm predjudice....

.... towards morbidly obese people. Some dude we are contracting came into my office a few minutes ago, nice guy, seems okay and all, but I had the strongest urge to punch in right in his bloated face simply because he happens to be extremely fat.

Everytime I see some gargantuan land beast waddling or rolling down the street in those little scooters fills me with disgust and I don't want to get anywhere near them because nine times out of ten they smell like burning garbage.

Some say it's a disease or some kind of imbalance, maybe or maybe not, actually I don't care how they got so huge, all I know is that I can't stand being around them.


As for the big fat ass co-worker, you would THINK that he would realize he has a problem when people literally have to hug the wall to let him walk by, but nooooo... he continues eating his fast food in his dirty little cubicle, slowly but surely gaining a pound a day.


Sheeesh! I'm gonna punch a fight kid right now!!!

Enough already.

Okay so this person I would barely consider an aquaintance is bitching and whining about trying to figure out the best way to make her marriage work with her estranged husband. Keep in mind these two have been "seperated" for about three years now even though they still sleep with each other and for some reason she asked me what she should do.

I suggested that she MIGHT want to stop flirting/fucking random douchebags on myspace when she's not fucking her husband. That's about as far as my Dr. Phil routine goes these days... like a friend of mine told me awhile back: "it's okay not to care."
Now THAT'S sound advice.