I’ve noticed a lot of bullshit lately.

My favorite? “Well, I’m going to go ahead and say merry christmas, even though it’s not PC”

Ohhhh, you big fucking rebel.

I keep hearing from (mostly people who watch fox news) that there is a ‘war on christmas’

There is no war on christmas. Even if somewhere in the country an atheist is being a great big fuck-juggling stretch-hole about something, that is not a war on christmas.

How do I know this? Because there is no other side. People who wish to be quickly inclusive (IE NOT say “HAPPY CHRISTMAS HAUNNIKA (if the people that celebrate it can’t pick a spelling, I’m making one up) KWANZA AND FESTIVUS SEASON EVERYONE) or inoffensive and businesslike (this is your boss I’m talking about – he’s not an atheist himself, he’d just rather not have people making huge deals about holdays so he doesn’t have to give you days off) have been saying “happy holidays” for years.

A few people doing what they’ve always done – not practicing a religion of which they are not a member and not forcing it on others – is not a ‘war’

I should seriously start killing goats at work and when they tell me to stop bitch about the 1st amnd. being violated by their “war on satanism”

Christmas is a lie anyway – it’s just another holy roman corruption of an old roman feast day.

“What do you mean you don’t want to celebrate Saturnalia now that you’re christians? It’s still a bitchin’ party…”

“Well, it’s not Christian”

“OK we will put Christ in the name. Come have a beer/beers”

“YAY! MULTIPLE LIBATION POTENTIAL! TRULY, CHRIST IS RISEN”

I am sick of right wing bullshit. The biggest thing I’m sick of is people fucking insisting fox news is “FAIR AND BALANCED” whereas the liberal press is “biased”

Something having the opposite fucking bias is not being ‘unbiased’
Fox News is not unbiased just because they say so
Stop letting a fucking channel of douchebag waterheads think for you, especially if you are going to pollute my christmas dinner table with completely unfounded, crude, illogical, knee jerk pollitical bullshit involving subjects you do not understand.

I am a horrible citizen of christmas. I never buy gifts, I am never on time, I always do my shopping late, I don’t send cards or presents out on time, I don’t remember who got me what last year, etc.

I’m a horrible Christmas citizen.

I just refused to feel overly pressured about the season and I don’t really have enough money to get everybody I want to get stuff for the stuff I want to get them, so I try taking this bullshit stance against materialism that is just basically me going “Wah, Waaaaah, I be poor” – since, rest assured, had I money, I’d be materialistic as all fuck.

It would be awsome if I had money, you guys, seriously.

God would it ever.

I’d buy an island. I’d make the country of Me-Ownia, the country I own. It’d be sweet. I’d try to get enough of my friends to move to the island rent free to qualify us as a country and then I’d abuse all my diplomatic powers. I’d build free flowing and largely wall-less tropical bungalows for everyone and see too it the dress code was nudity for the attractive and oversized free flowing garmets designed to maximize our few assets for the rest of us. I would then provide tons of food, space, art supplies, casual sex with trained gymnasts, internet connectivity, industry connections, and time to any of my friends that required some sort of socio-political patronage to pursue their true bliss, not as charity per se but because my friends are bad ass and giving them full access to the world would result in fruit-bearing works of an intensity we shall term only ‘blinding.’ 



  

Richard Pryor died.

Now who do I send my royalty money too when I say “motherfucker?”

Heh. I have use or lose vacation so I am taking two weeks off from work.

I’m going to kick it old school, I think. Is that a good plan?

You like that title? I boged it from an episode of Deadwood.

It’s the weekend now, I guess. I’m stuck in a tiny room at work until approx. 5am so I don’t get the fun tonight. . . but hey, I make my own party.

Right now it is exactly 11:33:26 seconds.

Right now it is exactly 11:33:35

You see what I just did there? That’s basically my job.

“I reckon when boys become men nothing really happens . . .they just become bigger, sometimes fatter boys who have set their own bullshit down as law”

–Henry Rollins.

I’ve been on a huge Henry Rollins kick lately. The dude is a bad ass. He’ll kill and eat you and he won’t even be a dick about it.

I’m trying to decide what to do about my job. It pisses me off and it doesn’t, remotely, occupy me. Nor does it pay a lot. Or offer chances for advancement.

It has two good qualities:
It isn’t hard
It has benefits.

I’m pretty put out with it at the moment. I want to do something genius-y instead of this shit.

I’d like to make bionic arms. That would be a super sweet job. Is there a market for that? Do pirates have money? Who else needs arms?

Fuck this album is cool.

The current time is 11:50:04 

No one, no one has a bigger sense of your life slipping away then someone doing this. Everwhere I look about there’s a clock. Every second I work I’m waiting on a timer. It’s not like just waiting for the 8 hours you have to be there to pass – it’s more like some sort of pure, concetrated version of staring at a wall.

I mean, I should be doing something else. I’m seriously wasting quite a bit of capacity here.  

So. There is this show called the boondocks, based on the comic of the same name.

Here is something about the word boondocks.

Boondocks is originally a tagalog word (bunduk) for mountains.

That is how it came to mean “Out in the sticks” – when it was used by philipinos speaking to american soliders to explain where other philipinos were from.

So there.