I’m not against abortion, I’m against women making choices

This isn’t going to be a long rant, but I have some beef with women. Yet again. About their weird perception of life and how much they make my perception of my life suck. About something to do with concerts.

Why is it that girls see concerts as a place to have fictional connections to people? To share “little moments” with strangers and getting a fuzzy feeling inside, instead of just TALKING NORMALLY to said person and actually connecting. It grates on my nerves that girls apparently enjoy their made up stories/thoughts about what goes on between them and someone else more than to risk it and try something real.

So thank you girl-at-Ignite-I-had-fun-with-during-the-concert-last-Wednesday, I hope running off to your friends immediately after was more fun than talking to me would’ve been.

Rant, nay! Artsyfartsy shit, yay!

Got nothing to rant about. Got haiku’s. Deal.

Shadows plague the skies
random emotions of mine
why is there no lock?

Little running man
don’t take yourself seriously
just have a seat.

Thunder and lightning
salvation and agony
a taste of iron.

Man versus woman
one is just misunderstood
the other as well.

Me and alcohol
stop thinking and start writing
this haiku nonsense.

Life in the B-Scene…..

B-Scene. Be seen. Get it?

This is some shit that has been bothering me quite a lot the last….well, years actually. What is it with people not dancing/moshing/going nuts at metal/hardcore/derivations thereof shows these days? Where has the passion, the need to get rid of all the energy a good show will give you gone to? I blame emo. Or, to be more exact, I blame emo-bashing. All that bullshit business of slagging emo’s just because it’s the hip, cool and safe thing to do, while they’re no better or worse than any of the other sub-cultures that are around, has caused people to start to worry way and way too much about “being cool”. I remember when being cool was the gayest thing you could do. How times change ey? So now, when all the kids show up at shows, they won’t go nuts for fear of being slammed for either dancing the wrong moves, dancing to the wrong band, or the worst: dancing better than all these so-called scenekids would even in their wettest dreams. And the poor kids don’t realize that standing with your arms crossed slowly banging your heads while the music is -screaming- for people to go nuts, is just as bad. No, make that a gazillion times worse.

So I say, and implore that you all follow this advice: fuck all those scenekid gaylords. Go nuts. Have fun.

And drink more goddamn beer.

More time to kill…..

Another day, and instead of the “doing nothing”-ness that my life usually is, I’ve actually got stuff planned. Pretty soon I’ll have to entertain an actual guest.

After that pause to allow you to come to grips with the fact that I actually -do- have a life and even *gasp* friends, I’ll go on with what I’m actually supposed to be doing. Going on about the issue of today, namely how amusing people who think they know who you are. Now these shouldn’t be confused with people who actually get other people. Those are scary and should be kept as far away from you as possible without being insulting. Or while being insulting if you’re like me. Anyway, the point is that life is full with people who enjoy lecturing other people on “how” they are. This might very well put your hackles up, but please, ignore the impulse to tell these people to go fuck themselves while you go do something more productive than listening to them, say growing a beard or what not. Wow, long sentence. But when you get past the initial annoyance, there’s lots of fun to be had from these people. They can show you what “people” think of you for one. You can laugh at their stupidity for another. But my absolute favorite has to be to try and push their buttons and see how that immediately alters their perception. Yo-yoing from near saint to devil’s advocate is -fun-, especially when you’re the one pulling the string.

Just don’t try it with people who actually can tell their elbows from their arseholes, they will screw you up with accurate observations, stinging remarks and devastating critisism.

In short, don’t try this with me.

Right, I’m not giving this one more chance….

Because I -know- how that works out. “Trying” to do this regularly just isn’t going to work, so I won’t.  Try that is. As a little green puppet once said “Do, or do not. There is no try.” (this has got to score me cliché and nerdpoints)

So, back to blogging. Whatever shall I blog about? To be honest; I don’t have a clue. Amidst all the shit going on the world (15 year old girls being imprisoned along with a load of men and her getting raped GEE DIDN’T SEE THAT ONE COMING, child-molesters being sentenced to do community service at nursery classes), shit going on in my life (the usual being-too-chickenshit-to-talk-to-a-girl, not putting in effort in anything meaningful and thus making something out of myself) and fun stuff going on (my band, music in general, writing tidbits, watching all episodes of heroes in one fateful night (yay for Sundays)), there just simply isn’t anything in particular that I would care to go on about.

So lets just see this as a steppingstone to great things to come, as well as a warning to the world that I’m back. And here to stay. (+5 cliché again)

The drunken adventures of a self-proclaimed nihilist

Now, I make it a point not to write about my personal life on this blog thingy. Firstly, because I lead somewhat of a boring life. And I doubt you’d care to read about what time I got up, what I had for breakfast, and whether or not I got to see daylight that day. Secondly, because quite frankly it’s none of your business. But I have a very short tale about last Thursday which is so share-worthy that I just had to put it down.

Last Thursday I was going out as usual, well, more or less as usual.  I perhaps drank -slightly- too much. So it wasn’t that good of an idea to go with to the afterparty, and even less of a good idea to drink even more there. Anyway, I apparently suddenly left (I do this more often when I’m drunk: I think it’s my body deciding I need to be in bed and taking over) leaving all my stuff there. Oh, and my shoes. I bloody walked home all the way on my goddamn socks -_-’. Ah well, at least it gave me something to write about…

“Thundering across the stars to save the universe from the Monster Minds….

Jayce searches for his father to unite the magic root and lead his Lightning League to victory over the changing form of Saw Boss. Wheeled Warriors explode into battle, lightning strikes…” <enter cheesy but awesome 80’s rock/metal>

Why the fuck can’t cartoons be like this anymore?  Back when I was still a kid in body (my mind hasn’t changed since then) and you watched a cartoon, you damn well knew from the intro song on that this was going to be some damn heroic, nay epic shit going on. There was fast-pacing action, the story didn’t dither half as much as it does in modern cartoons (seriously, do they think kids these days nowadays?). And most of all: THERE WAS NO GODDAMN DUBBING OVER HERE!!! Who the hell thought it makes it more fun to watch was so wrong on so many levels he deserves to be shot.

You don’t even have to watch these shows to know I’m right, just listening to the theme song of Ring Raiders, Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors, Transformers or any of these shows will know I’m right. And yes I know a ton of people said all this more elaborately and eloquently than I have. But I’ve been listening to theme songs all afternoon and I wanted to put this down, so there.

Silly Sundays…..

I very much dislike this kind of Sunday. You plan all sorts of shite, like say, sleeping in. You get woken at twelve by the buzzing of your phone with a text-message reply to a question you asked the previous night. Like cleaning and doing dishes, and organizing some of your shit in a more convenient way. You inanely sit in front of a computer screen all day making small talk to unimportant people about unimportant things. And of course then you decide that you should go to “that thing” you were thinking about perhaps going to, because otherwise what would’ve been the point of getting out of bed -at all-.

The thing I decided to go to was a selection of Dutch bands performing at the Melkweg. To quote a very wise man, it “sucked more than anything has ever sucked before.” The audience was apathetic, the shows seemed to be more of a chore than a fun gig for the bands, and seeing a fat black chick “rapping” about her new shoes in bad slang is something I wouldn’t wish upon my future mother in law.

Shite Sundays.

It’s been a while….

but I’m jacked up and good to go again. And out of all possible topics I could pick, I’m going to pick something very random like, say, global warming. Now, when I say random I actually mean something not so random at all, because me picking isn’t very random and global warming itself isn’t random at all. You see, there’s been a lot of hype around global warming lately. People like Al Gore and the members of the IPCC would love for us all to believe that it’s all our fault and that the rise in temperature we’ve seen lately is going to keep on climbing indefinitely. And, most people have heard about this of course. What a lot of people don’t hear about, or hear about in such a way that it seems unimportant, is the group who dismisses this notion as highly improbable. The thing that baffles me is that even though we’re supposed to be members of an enlightened culture, we would still rather chase after the preachers of ill omen instead of after the scientists with good arguments, solid facts and, lets be honest here, common sense. I won’t go into details much, but I will urge you all to watch the great global warming swindle which, while obviously not being perfect, is quite good and will have you see the other side of things. And hopefully encourage you to think for yourself for a change.

Each to their own and all that…..

But seriously, some people push it just a tiny bit too far. There’s going to be a metal festival in some small town in the Netherlands august 25th, and already there are Christians warning the organization that there had “better be no blasphemous lyrics” or they will give them such a telling to….No, of course they won’t give a “telling to”, they are threatening to sue. They take offense at lyrics, at a festival, which they probably wouldn’t have gone to anyway, and bitch about it. How bloody sad is that? I take bloody offense at people spoiling stuff that I can enjoy! Seriously, this is just sad bitching from people who probably don’t know how to have a good time, or if they do know they’re probably not allowed by some sort of silly book that most people just leave behind in hotels (yes, that’s why there’s usually a bible in a hotel room, it’s not accidental). Do they fail to see that they’re doing exactly what they don’t want us to, or do they think it’s justified because they have a fictional character on their side?

I do hope they bloody sue. And that the hearing will be on a Sunday.