Holy poopers, this place still exists.

Hello, deserted blog where only I ever write.
I seem to have stumbled upon you during my daily internet travels.
It has been a while. I walked across two countries since the last time I wrote. That was a good time. Spain is a crazy crazy place. Loco, as they would say.
Speaking of loco, some crazy ass shit has been happening lately.

What is up with people and skin color and their religions and their traditions and honor and all that jazz?
Why should someone tell me that my white skin and my beliefs are the reason I can't love who I want to love? Fuck that.
Fuck color, and religion and all that bullshit.
Be a real person. Look at people, not their ridiculous labels that they use to hide themselves.
Most of all, don't let hate get in the way of love. It's not worth it.
So please, hate, stop wasting everybody's time.

My life has been loco these days.

I love a Brown Bear.

So what if I am a Polar Bear? Our kids will just be fucked up.

Saturday and Sunday being Revised

So here's the deal. These days, all the greatness of my weekends happens between 3:30 and 7 on Fridays. So really, I feel that the rest of the weekend should be told it feels like a long wait for Monday. I owe that to my favorite hoarder.

The Mail Man

I love sending messages the vintage way. You know, the whole, "I'll write a letter and put it in an envelope and send it by truck/plane to you and you can read my smudged writing" business. Also, the Postal Service are quite the cool bunch of people.
That being said, the Mail Man must die. You see, thanks to him and his inability to properly do his job, I have been robbed of a 5000$ scholarship at the University I plan on attending year next. Who knows, maybe I can still get it, despite the fact that my confirmation was sent in more than two weeks after the due date. If not, I am going to start a revolt where we all kill mail man with spam e-mail. The details need to be worked out.


Look at that smile. It is the smile of theft and distrust.

My Week In Fifteen Words

Flask is drunken idiot.
A Bear has made my life a much much happier place.

The Polyphonic Spree

Amidst my 6 hours of procrastinating between 5:00 p.m and 11:00 p.m this evening, I came across an interesting musical act called The Polyphonic Spree. They come across as some religious cult & Charles Manson fusion. According to many defensive youtubers,however, this is not the case.

Their original material is worth checking out (try "Light and Day" as well as "It's the sun"). If you this is not enlightening enough or in no way Jesus worthy, then just check out their cover of Nirvana's Lithium at the link below. They may have made the song better than Kurt Cobain did. In his defense, he's Kurt Cobain.
Chill zone.

Lithium cover:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vzUh_55x2M&feature=related

Land Lords

I have been shopping around for an apartment recently, and I can't help but notice that no land lord seems to come across as an average guy. Today, I had to go in to a mattress store to ask for the phone to call a guy called Babou who ended up being intimidating in a small way.

Ironically, here is a photo of a character called "Babu" from Seinfeld whom Jerry has deported.
I'm asking all the land lords of the world to stop being sketchy.
If this story does not seem to be in any way reminiscent of your own experience, please tell me why this continuously happens to me?
Thus far I have had a mob boss and a yuppie for land lords.

People Who Write Cards

All right,

What is up with the people who write cards? Who works for Hallmark? I was trying to buy a card today out of desperation and very poor planning for a very important person's birthday. Then I realized that some hooligan over at Hallmark actually gets paid to write the ridiculous things that are printed on cards. I am not going to say his salary is money that could be used feed the poor, because that is obvious. More interesting, however, is the idea of feeding that employee to the starving folk and using the money to buy the world's emotional integrity back.

Please, Hallmark, stop trying to artificially spray sappy emotional moments over everything. Also, everyone knows that if there is a censored naked person on the cover of the card, they will not be more naked inside the card.

Let us have a home made card uprising and revolt against store-bought cards (and all the other bad things like hate crime).

Stick it to the man.

To The Internet

Dear Internet,

I feel that you should know you are the cause for my failure to get any work done past 9:00 P.M. on any given day. That being said, your ability to make procrastination feel rewarding is much appreciated.

We should have tea some time.