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At first I thought there might be an intelligent conversation brewing in the comments of my video, Believe vs. Know. But it really didn't take long to find out otherwise...




( The Stupid... it burns like hell )

If you hate that Christmas Shoes song as much as I do, this is justice. Love the Paul Lynd part more than anything...

Somebody please explain to me why LiveJournal has started to tell me in e-mail everytime you guys get a virtual gift? I honestly don't care that you got a gift. Yay for you and stuff. LJ, please... I just held you up on FaceBook. Don't embarrass me.

Oh... and that new advertising thing that takes over the entire screen before I can start to read my own blog........ yeah, not a good idea. You're totally not going to be able to compete with the new FaceBook craze by doing shit that's more annoying.

Well this semester kicked my ass. Next semester I have the joy of having to fulfill 12 credits for the financial aid people, even though I won't be able to transfer but 9 more or so to U of A. Meaning three will just be wasted. I can take those three doing physical work... 2 for weight training (which I'm doing anyway at the U of A gym which I pay $75 a semester to do... this way it saves me that money) and 1 for walking. Yeah... walking. Okay, sure.

The other classes shouldn't kill me so bad. I have covered all subfields of anthropology except one, and will have to do one... I'll take 110, called "Buried Cities & Lost Tribes". I have to otherwise choose three of the following: ANT136 Body and Art - ANT202 Culture and Sexuality - 210 Cultural Anthropology. I'm thinking the first two. 210 is continuation of 102 which I'm finishing now. All three ANT courses are by the same teacher, who is doing my 102 now. That's a good thing. She's pretty cool. Just hope she doesn't think I'm stalking her.

In the meantime, been enjoying watching the Wildcats football games. We're headed to San Diego to be at the Holiday Bowl to support them, so now my next quest is to find some fine meat that wouldn't mind putting us up for the night while we're there... I'll make it worth their while if you know what I mean. Yeah, we'll probably hit a hotel. I can't give this shit away these days.

Well that's not entirely true. Over my winter break I'm going to be visiting Baltimore to see my sweetheart... got a long distance thing cooking. May end up more. I'm somehow betting this will. This shouldn't be like that bullshit I endured with CountryKrock and his boy Roy... "my bear... oh my bear... oh by the way, I've been seeing someone for a while now and I never told you but you should've known because everyone else did so it's your fault..." uggg.

I just wanna take a more relaxing semester, then transfer and finish this degree, and then consider where to go next. Is it actually possible I transfer to Berkley? Well... we'll see, but it could be. And that would be groovy.

Yes, I know that I stereotype Christians for the purpose of humor... uh... a little bit... but sometimes I don't have to. Sometimes they walk right on in and prove it true. Like in the comment section of this great Steven Fry video about the Saturnalia origin of Christmas:



dawatcha100:
do what u want. I am speaking to those who want to live according to the ONE TRUE GOD YHWH who created all things. People have killed in the name of a misunderstanding of what god requires but that is no proof that he doesn't exist or that his laws are outdated. You don't believe that is your burden to bear not mine or god's.

i think the person who made this video is under the assumption that people will want to do what god says and not do what he says don't do. unfortunately everybody is not that way. jeremiah chapter 10 tells it all. if your girl cheated on you but said that she did it to help your relationship because she loves you, would that change how u feel about it? the intention doesn't really matter when u know it isn't approved of.

Me:
dawatcha100: It's not an assumption. Lots of people really want to do what god says. Not realizing theirs isn't the only belief in a god, and that no actual god actually said anything to anybody. Unfortnately many think that there's only one god and that god only spoke to them. And then they fly planes into buildings or bomb abortion clinics.

Intentions matter because they drive people. What's in an archaic book means nothing, really. That assumption has cost lives.

...or this one...

TheInsurgent1:
Your hypothesis is based upon rebellion to all that is natural. You came into this world from a MAN and a WOMAN. Homosexuality is yet another tool of Satan to confuse your soul. I don't expect anyone who "smokes the pole" to interpret any of the Semitic text accurately. Perhaps YOUR phallic obsession hinders your sight...

Me:
Alright douchebag, I'm not about to have you tell me that my "hypothesis is based on a faulty basis, and then tell me that yours is based on a belief in Satan. Obviously cum is like beta carotene... I clearly see your stupidity. Perhaps your obsession with the same phallic thing hinders YOUR sight.

No, not perhaps. Definitely.

...I still like what philokiko said...

RELIGION IS CANCER OF THE MANKIND

Bus Driver Fired After Gay Beating

In Houston growing up, and not even for being gay because nobody, even me, knew I was yet... I would receive horrible threats. I would talk to the principle. I would call my mother at work. And everyone would tell me I would just have to deal with it myself. Well, when a pocket knife was brandished in my face... and when a padlock between his fingers and punching motions were made to let me know what was coming... and when I was so small and weak I could barely run away from anybody much less stand up to them, what the fuck was I to do? And nobody could be bothered.

So when I see this line in this story:

"As for the assistant principal, a district spokeswoman said more details have come to light on how he responded, but those details are not being released now."

I am not satisfied. You fucking tell us right now what he did or did not do. I want to know. Don't whitewash his part in this. Don't you fucking dare help pad him from this. Hold these people responsible. We have kids with guns, knives, and intentions of killing, and we have more than enough evidence at Columbine and V Tech to show what's possible. There is no goddamned excuse for no action, or not enough action. This is 100% unacceptable.

And all those motherfucking preacher pricks out there who are always railing against video games being responsible for this, and devil music for that... hey, assholes, what about your anti-gay preaching? Does that get some kind of fucking pass? Is your hate speech washed in the blood of Jesus? Because as far as I'm concerned, it's drenched with the blood of hate crimes.
http://www.click2houston.com/news/21801048/detail.html

Lengthy and sad exchange from yet another poor poor straight, white, Christian, Republican person who just can't stand being oppressed anymore by other peoples' attempts to fight for their own justice and equality. And I mean seriously... this was just dripping with stupid.

It was in response to a video I posted by a local Tucson native about civilization. I didn't create this video. But I agree with it, and love the satire embedded within it, not at all subtle. But... I do get the same tired old responses that just bore the fuck out of me... and so when he gave me his, I just laid into him. For a second I thought maybe I was too harsh, but he proved to me very quickly to be quite deserving of it. And this is just lengthy to the point of annoyance.

But it felt damned good to tear into this sonofabitch... ( poor poor white anglo saxon Christian straight people... )

I posted this... watch the video. It's pretty... uh...





I'm not even saying he's wrong about one-sided pieces... but if they can have an entire network, I figure we can have this brief video. Nothing epitomizes the zombie polarization and moronic chants in obedience than what you see here.

My hero, Margaret Cho... a very magnificent feminist, singing about icky vadgies! Solandra honey, my puss is so fantastic... your puss smell like burnt plastic...

I guess one more time I shall have to refer anybody who can't take the concept of humor, who can't see something that's potentially offensive without jumping into ridiculous and unnecessary bunches of outrage, rather than reading between the lines and... well... just getting over yourself... if this is you, then please, before you read my blog, notice the warning on the top left corner of it. This goes to solandra who, for quite some time, I thought was cool until she went into some kind of twat-defense nazi-mode because she seems to think I'm some threat against vaginas everywhere or something.

Here's the point. If you cannot laugh at yourself, trust me... the rest of us will laugh at you for you, and to huge proportions. That entire discourse was hysterical since the only person taking anything on there seriously is the only person taking her seriously: herself. At first I wasn't going to say anything. I was just gonna pop some popcorn and watch the Jerry Springer stuff unfold. But then it just got... well... annoying. I like my drama-queens crazy, foaming at the mouth, wild-eyed and jonesing on crack. Not just repeating tired old pseudo-intellectual lines, or claiming to show my post to all sorts of people who now apparently think I'm some kind of anti-vaginal Goebbels or something.

Here's the fact: people make va-jay-jay jokes with tuna. I don't know why they do. I've never been down there. It's silly and weird, but it's what they do. I've never been in an argument against whether the pussy or the ass is cleaner, or what that would make me on the Godwin's scale thing... that whole thing escalated into some fucked up territory better left unexplored far as I'm concerned. I was just chuckling at a straight guy's insensitivity to gay material when they have no problems thrusting straight sexual shit publicly and worldwide... to me it's all funny. It's always funny. But yes, they make tuna-twat jokes, and it doesn't get any simpler than that. They also make jokes about gays and limp wrists and lisps, and thath jutht thumthing that permeateth thothiety. Tho there. I can laugh about it. I know the difference between someone who jokes about it but would stand by me in a time of political struggle, and someone who's just a homophobic prick who'd deny me my equality. Just a joke out of someone does not equate them with Phelps. If you can't figure out the difference, then you need not be here for your own health's sake. Because I'll make your brain 'splodey all over the place without even trying. It's just what I do.

Bye bye Solandra. It's been real, even though apparently you haven't.

Oh yes... it's a grand thing to be reacquainted with your straight high school classmates. See if you can spot who he is...

For anybody wanting my Jigsaw Kylie Minogue mix, hopefully this link works... enjoy
http://www.easy-share.com/1908328737/Cant Get Your Game Outta My Jigsawed Head Mix.wav I know it looks like that link is broken, but it does work, or it did for me.

Another music mix I did was an improvement of the dance mix of Crazy Train. The problem with the original is that all they used is a couple words from it, then the girl singing strays from the song... singing I'm goin off the rails like a crazy train... tell me if this love is for real... don't make me crazy... and I'm like, WTF. Crazy Train is not a love song, bitch, whatchoo doin? So instead, I inject the real words from the original back into the dance. Problem is, when I saved the final version, I fucked something up apparently, so it just does the same thing over and over again for the first minute and a half. If you listen, start it about 1:20. You won't even hear my changes until 3:03, but they're pretty cool... and what happens at 5:27 will make you chuckle.

I fully intend on using this mix in my next Xtube. Fo shizzle.

Mondays here in Tucson our local Loft Cinema has what are called Mondo Mondays. If you like MST3K you'll love it. You watch really bad films and are encouraged to shout at them. Admission is $2 and for a buck you can fill a cup with all the Mondo Munchies you can shove in there, which is a treasure chest full of candies. I try to go every Monday. Too much fun.

Tonight they played STING OF DEATH. It involved a Quasimodo who becomes a killer jellyfish and eats kids. Although in reality he looked more like what happens if you cross George Clinton with a Jiffy Pop...



Anyways, the fun part of Mondo is when the guy who runs the joint introduces the movie to you. He creates this monolog that's worthy of Johnny Carson, so you get there in time for that. Well tonight he pulled out a couple of tickets for the upcoming all-nite scream fest at the Loft, and introduced this movie as having a song by Neil Sadaka, called "Do the Jellyfish." You'd be amazed how many ways you can rhyme "Do the jella"..... he used fella, Cinderella, wella wella... but our host gave us a trivia question. What hit did Sedaka later write that hit the charts in 1975? And I knew the answer. Only because nobody knew it, so he started quoting lyrics. Which I, not proudly, recognized as...

Love Will Keep Us Together, by Captain n Tennille. I always tell people the reason I'm gay is because of all the Capn' and T that my mom subjected me to when I was little. It's good to know that it paid off or something.

So anyways, I won the tickets. Two. All Niter Screamfest. They're $15 each. I wanted to go but wasn't going to due to cost, but... looks like I can now. They're doing the Thing, Hellraiser, some weird thing called Pieces, and a few others... Sorrority Babes go Bowling or something like that. Should be bad movie fun, shittacular, or whatever. So you know I'll like it, right? Well... I did. And I want the soundtrack now.

I got my ANT101 paper back where I had to do an article review on a published article relevant to our subject matter. This is what I turned in. He said it exceeded expectations of the class and enjoyed it very much. Due to LJ's weird editing, it's a bit wonky, but I put his statements in red letters after paragraphs where they appeared, and asterisks in the place to which they are referring.


( The Search for Evidence of Mass Extinctions )

This actually went on for four more episodes all in the month of July 2008.
( You know you wanna read 'em... )

Alas, I did not. I stayed at home. But I did a photo shoot nonetheless. I wasn't gonna spend all this crap on this stuff for no good reason. Anyways... here goes...



( Come to the slaughter )

There is someone in my Biology class who, sadly, I had to be grouped with when a group project came around. He is a bigtime Christian who ended all his emails to me and everyone else with 48 pt font shouting JESUS SAVES and other such crap. But he never made it to any group meetings to put the project together because they all happened during the week when we were discussing evolution. So our project suffered, and so did our grade.

And now that he has my email address, suddenly he's sending me sappy prayer crap. I guess he doesn't know who he's messing with. So I replied with an email I thought he should read. I read it myself. I'm infamous for writing things like this, which I call a spam-buster, since after these type of mails, I never get spammed again by the likes of this fool. Read it to the end. ( You'll be glad you did. )

Tired of your old, worn out buffalo?
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Sorry, my LJ... I've been so busy, so nonexistent, so tangled up in my techno-confusion, and so not happy lately, that I've just neglected the hell out of you. And it'll probably continue. But thou art not totally abandoned. I don't think. Gah! I don't know... I really don't.

Remember the "I'm doing my part!" part of Starship Troopers? That's what this reminds me of: the kid says it and everyone laughs. Awww, mindless patriotism is so cute. Mommy laughs hysterically as kids step on insects. We're doomed. Would you like to know more?
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Yes. Just add "ZILLA" and you'll never get the image of a giant dominatrix lizard out of your mind.
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