The new year is quickly approaching, or so says Nostradamus, so I thought I would post my yearly shit list (this will be the first year) of all things that I disapprove of, however irrational my reasons. This is my blog, and I will do with it as I please. People, bodies of water, ideologies, nothing is safe from the shit list. Here it is, the official Shit List of 2006.
1) Dumb hippies. Not all hippies in general, just unintelligent ones. Ones who parrot things their intelligent hippie friends make up but don't understand the conceptual or academic background behind what they are saying. A good example of a dumb hippie is someone who says the movie The Beach is "propaganda" but upon further inquiry you begin to suspect a recent lobotomy.
2) Major League Baseball. Come on, clean up your act. People love playing baseball, make us love to watch baseball. If nothing else, at least lower the beer prices in the stadium. I shouldn't feel like I am paying a speeding ticket every time I want to drink a cold beer out of an assault-proof plastic bottle.
3) People from Finland. Despite the testimony of one young Finn, I highly doubt that all Swedes are "fags." I also do not know how to give a reasonable answer when this same Finn asks why I don't have a Southern (or in his words, American) accent...wait, I know. I DIDN'T GROW UP IN THE FUCKING SOUTH.
4) Fashion shows. Nothing will hasten the coming of the Antichrist quicker than fashion shows in Milan. I don't give a shit how cool you think you are, covering a model with a bunch of sequins and torn up bedsheets doesn't mean you have good style, it means you know how to recycle.
5) Airport security. I keep from blowing my brains out every time I have to fly by telling myself over and over that the TSA is playing one long, intricate practical joke on the travellers of America.
6) Marilyn Manson. He doesn't even deserve having his name printed on this blog, but I like to remind people how insignificant this Jack Skellington wannabe truly is.
7) Time travel. Invent it already or stop talking about it. Every year some scientist writes a long paper or magazine article about how "technically" probable it is, but then there is shit for progress except next year's article saying "steps have been made in the right direction." 2007 better be the year time travel is invented, or else.
I encourage the other bloggers to add to the shit list. If somebody pisses me off later this afternoon, they will likely be added shortly thereafter.
12/30/06
12/28/06
On Wine
Let's keep things in perspective. Wine is just a beverage. You shouldn't change your life for a beverage. You wouldn't change your life for an album. It might be Pet Sounds or Sgt. Pepper. It might be the best album you've ever heard and you discuss it with friends, learn its songs, analyze the shit out of it on artistic and intellectual levels, but it's still just a piece of music. The people who change their lives for a piece of music are marginals. They're not normal. Just like wine. Wine is a great beverage, but you shouldn't change your life for it. It's still just a fucking beverage. So geek out on it. But keep it in perspective.
12/26/06
Hungry Car Salesmen
If you wanna see the dark underbelly of capitalism, you don't need to go to a sweatshop in Bucharest or a brothel in Hanoi. You just have to go to an Accura dealership the day after Christmas.
I just wanted a cup of coffee and I know car dealerships have that stuff for free. I'll detail my encounters with hunger:
1) I walk in and two guys (one suited, one booted) ask if they can help me. They sure can.
2) While I'm getting coffee I make a joke about the fake creamer to a guy who turns out to work there. It also turns out he really wants to help me. I'm fine for the time being.
3) I sit in a vehicle. Some kind of SUV/Station Wagon blend designed by toddlers with playdough. I find Paradise City on the radio and honk the horn. Another guy tries to help me. We'll call him Stevie D. I tell him that the horn placement is a little fucked up. He laughs, pauses, and apologizes.
4) I go outside to spill some coffee on a sedan and look at the clouds. Stevie D follows me and wants to help again. I'm fine.
5) I come back inside to pretend to read some literature on Accuras. Stevie D tells me to wait a sec and he'll be right there to offer me the help that I've turned down twice now.
6) I try to leave and Stevie ABANDONS the customers he's sitting down selling cars to and rushes over. He asks if, before I go, there is anything at all he can do to help me. I can hear his stomach rumbling.
I just wanted a cup of coffee and I know car dealerships have that stuff for free. I'll detail my encounters with hunger:
1) I walk in and two guys (one suited, one booted) ask if they can help me. They sure can.
2) While I'm getting coffee I make a joke about the fake creamer to a guy who turns out to work there. It also turns out he really wants to help me. I'm fine for the time being.
3) I sit in a vehicle. Some kind of SUV/Station Wagon blend designed by toddlers with playdough. I find Paradise City on the radio and honk the horn. Another guy tries to help me. We'll call him Stevie D. I tell him that the horn placement is a little fucked up. He laughs, pauses, and apologizes.
4) I go outside to spill some coffee on a sedan and look at the clouds. Stevie D follows me and wants to help again. I'm fine.
5) I come back inside to pretend to read some literature on Accuras. Stevie D tells me to wait a sec and he'll be right there to offer me the help that I've turned down twice now.
6) I try to leave and Stevie ABANDONS the customers he's sitting down selling cars to and rushes over. He asks if, before I go, there is anything at all he can do to help me. I can hear his stomach rumbling.
12/24/06
an apology, a rant, a list of my own, and a surprise use of technology by me
goddamit. I love Matt Jumago, and I want to start by saying that. He is keeping the blog alive (contrary to what I commented recently) while 50% of the bloggers are only at the internet intermittently in Southeast Asia. However, he sparked a fiery fiery rage in me with his recent wine post. See, I like drinking wine, I like drinking most things in fact, but I hate wine. If that makes sense. See Matt and Drew both have been working in the wine industry in Walla Walla recently and it does strange things to people. I think wine and the industry makes people turn very inward and become insular and semi-uninteresting because more and more of what they think about becomes wine. That is like how I work at summer camp every summer and all people wanna talk about on our DAYS OFF is what is happening with their kids or whatever, it drives me crazy. With wine though it's even more ironic because wine is supposedly a drink of culture and people who are very interesting, with varied interests and what not. Now the title of this blog post is out of order for the most part because I opened with the rant. The apology is that Jumago doesn't deserve to be pooped on completely because I think he understands some of this ridiculousness which is why a closer read of the post lends itself to some hilarious humor, some lyrical miracles and overly bullshit descriptions that honestly made me laugh. At first when I see our beloved underdog blue collar blog reviewing wine, I gag, but when I see it done our way then I start to choke but get Heimliched by the gods of sanity and reason. However, I think I was at a wine tasting workshop at Whitman last year when I actually heard an "expert" ask if anyone else tasted "locker room or socks" on his wine so who knows, jesus. Here is a list of my own, 5 college beers, cuz good beer is for people with jobs.
1. Keystone Light- no thought goes into this beer, the lowest of low prices and easy to drink as it is pretty much piss colored water. Freshmen year my roommate Ben Reiber and I had no fridge so we just stacked our key-lites on the window sill in the winter with window cracked in the winter. After about a week of the beers heating up during the day and cooling down at night Ben tried one and noticed a hint of honey taste, we may have unlocked a secret.
2. Coors Light- In a world where Keystone Light won't do and you want to increase the class a little bit, go for Coors Light.
3. Bud Light- see # 2
4. PBR- If you want to get away from the sensitive northwest college frosh image and seem gritty and uncaring get a case of this and drink 19 of them.
5. Budweiser- This is a beer that is drunk with a purpose, especially outside of places where the 10 commandments are publicly displayed. Make a statement with this beer that this is America and even if you smoke bidis you can still enjoy a goddam budweiser and then drive your race car home.
6. Natural Ice- This is actually a 6th entry when I only promised 5, and that is for a reason. Where Keystone Light is the "cheap" cheap beer that is bought without a thought, you have to really be down on your luck + depressed + intentional to get into this selection. This is actually on par with the black case of Keystone, jesus.
and now...proving I can use technology on the blog and steal a photo from Adam Sachs that shows 4 monstronauts + sachs frolicking in the roots of a tree at Ta Prohm in Angkor, Cambodia.
1. Keystone Light- no thought goes into this beer, the lowest of low prices and easy to drink as it is pretty much piss colored water. Freshmen year my roommate Ben Reiber and I had no fridge so we just stacked our key-lites on the window sill in the winter with window cracked in the winter. After about a week of the beers heating up during the day and cooling down at night Ben tried one and noticed a hint of honey taste, we may have unlocked a secret.
2. Coors Light- In a world where Keystone Light won't do and you want to increase the class a little bit, go for Coors Light.
3. Bud Light- see # 2
4. PBR- If you want to get away from the sensitive northwest college frosh image and seem gritty and uncaring get a case of this and drink 19 of them.
5. Budweiser- This is a beer that is drunk with a purpose, especially outside of places where the 10 commandments are publicly displayed. Make a statement with this beer that this is America and even if you smoke bidis you can still enjoy a goddam budweiser and then drive your race car home.
6. Natural Ice- This is actually a 6th entry when I only promised 5, and that is for a reason. Where Keystone Light is the "cheap" cheap beer that is bought without a thought, you have to really be down on your luck + depressed + intentional to get into this selection. This is actually on par with the black case of Keystone, jesus.
and now...proving I can use technology on the blog and steal a photo from Adam Sachs that shows 4 monstronauts + sachs frolicking in the roots of a tree at Ta Prohm in Angkor, Cambodia.
12/20/06
My Top 5 Walla Walla Wines
So, as some readers may know, I work at a winery in Walla Walla. Because of this professional affiliation, I spend a lot of time with wine. Talking about it, reading about it, thinking about it, and drinking it. When you work with wine, a good number of your friends are likely to be into wine too, which is the case with me. I don't want to fake being an expert- I'm just a well informed consumer. Here's my Top 5 favourite wines made in Walla Walla. I'm limiting it to current vintages. I ask our readers and contributers to respond with their own lists.
In no particular order:
---Spring Valley 2004 "Mule Skinner" Merlot
This is a delicious, one hundred percent Merlot bottling from the highly respected Spring Valley estate vineyard. Rich in Merlot fruitiness, this wine can put a hard sit on a man after a bottle or two. The only thing that will get you up is the promise of more delicious Mule Skinner, or if none is left, the promise of an able mule to skin.
---Waterbrook 2005 Viognier
I'm not as partial to white wines as I am to Red, but when I reach for a White, this one is an easy pick. Pure Viognier goodness presents fresh floral and pear aromas with a smooth finish and confidence boost. I like pairing this wine with brine-aged Greek feta, poultry, and seduction.
---Reininger 2003 Carmenére
What the hell is Carmenere, one may ask. It was described to me by a friend working for Reininger as the "Lost Bordeaux" varietal. Apparently back in the day, a bunch of French monks decided that Carmenere was too delicious for the unwashed masses to imbibe, so they dressed up like Indians and uprooted every Carmenere vine in France and threw them all into the Rhine. Some centuries later, these vines washed up in Nazi Germany and because wine was at that time associated with Jewish holidays (Nazis drink only beer and tears) they were considered contraband and locked up in a bunker with Adolph Hitler. As it turns out, Hitler didn't commit suicide, but actually fled to Argentina, where he planted the Carmenere and produced several excellent bottlings of what he thought was simply a very rich Merlot, until he was killed by a meteor. This meteor brought a lot of attention to Argentina, and in addition to many other interesting things, astronomers discovered the grapes. To make a long story short, during one of his worldly adventure vacations, golden boy of Walla Walla Chuck Reininger was visiting the royal observatory of Denmark, once the home of insane person Tycho Brahe. The grounds contained a small vineyard growing the Carmenere which had been transplanted by Danish astronomers. Chuck bought the vines on sight, wrestled them from the grip of an evil enchanted Weeping Willow, and brought them to Walla Walla where he has been making tasty wine from them ever since.
---Cayuse 2003 "Widowmaker" Cab
This thick, chocolaty Cab Sauv is high in flavor and violence. Drink this until you're sick, and then go shoot a man dead. Owned by an authentic Frenchman, Cayuse produces some of the hardest to find wines in the Walla Walla. Good thing too, because if more of this shit got around, people would be making widows left and right.
---Amavi 2003 Syrah
A 100% Syrah from the Walla Walla Valley, this wine goes best with a rare steak. The rarer the better. I find that splashing Amavi Syrah on a living bovine is usually enough.
In no particular order:
---Spring Valley 2004 "Mule Skinner" Merlot
This is a delicious, one hundred percent Merlot bottling from the highly respected Spring Valley estate vineyard. Rich in Merlot fruitiness, this wine can put a hard sit on a man after a bottle or two. The only thing that will get you up is the promise of more delicious Mule Skinner, or if none is left, the promise of an able mule to skin.
---Waterbrook 2005 Viognier
I'm not as partial to white wines as I am to Red, but when I reach for a White, this one is an easy pick. Pure Viognier goodness presents fresh floral and pear aromas with a smooth finish and confidence boost. I like pairing this wine with brine-aged Greek feta, poultry, and seduction.
---Reininger 2003 Carmenére
What the hell is Carmenere, one may ask. It was described to me by a friend working for Reininger as the "Lost Bordeaux" varietal. Apparently back in the day, a bunch of French monks decided that Carmenere was too delicious for the unwashed masses to imbibe, so they dressed up like Indians and uprooted every Carmenere vine in France and threw them all into the Rhine. Some centuries later, these vines washed up in Nazi Germany and because wine was at that time associated with Jewish holidays (Nazis drink only beer and tears) they were considered contraband and locked up in a bunker with Adolph Hitler. As it turns out, Hitler didn't commit suicide, but actually fled to Argentina, where he planted the Carmenere and produced several excellent bottlings of what he thought was simply a very rich Merlot, until he was killed by a meteor. This meteor brought a lot of attention to Argentina, and in addition to many other interesting things, astronomers discovered the grapes. To make a long story short, during one of his worldly adventure vacations, golden boy of Walla Walla Chuck Reininger was visiting the royal observatory of Denmark, once the home of insane person Tycho Brahe. The grounds contained a small vineyard growing the Carmenere which had been transplanted by Danish astronomers. Chuck bought the vines on sight, wrestled them from the grip of an evil enchanted Weeping Willow, and brought them to Walla Walla where he has been making tasty wine from them ever since.
---Cayuse 2003 "Widowmaker" Cab
This thick, chocolaty Cab Sauv is high in flavor and violence. Drink this until you're sick, and then go shoot a man dead. Owned by an authentic Frenchman, Cayuse produces some of the hardest to find wines in the Walla Walla. Good thing too, because if more of this shit got around, people would be making widows left and right.
---Amavi 2003 Syrah
A 100% Syrah from the Walla Walla Valley, this wine goes best with a rare steak. The rarer the better. I find that splashing Amavi Syrah on a living bovine is usually enough.
12/18/06
Lessons from Abroad
I am maintaining an alternate travel blog during my time in Southeast Asia that is drawing a lot of my attention away from the Monstro. This is due in large part to two reasons. The first reason is the unceasing distraction that is budget world travel. When I am trying to figure out whether I am eating dried squid or dried octopus I don't really have time to contemplate clever and sarcastic blog posts that make use of obscure pop-culture references and debates over the conglomeration of mops and puppets. The second reason is because I am trying to be as thorough as possible with my travel blog so that I don't have to call family members with any sort of freqency. As a result, I sometime have to "boil down" my travel blog posts that that grandma doesn't get offended. That being said, I have learned a few things travelling abroad that I have deemed utterly "Monstro-worthy" and so I will share some of these anecdotes with you now.
In Thailand, there seems to be a correlation with the severity of dental malfuntion and the amount of alcohol consumed on a given day. For background info, click on my TravelPod blog and read the post about Professor Whiskey.
Unequivocally every dog in Thailand is a mangy-ass dog. These dogs have none of the pride or grace common to their US counterparts. They take mangy-ass shits, they have mangy-ass barks, and they look like hell. It takes a remarkable amount of self-restraint to avoid punting each and every one of these fleabags over the nearest fence. I might sound like a hateful human right now, but when you see a hairless dog with a tuft of coarse hair as a mohawk adorning its head you will be just as eager as I to teach that dog a lesson about being born looking as shameful as it does.
Children in Asia are substantially smarter than children in the United States. While kids in the US sit around and play video games, many of the street children in Cambodia are too busy mastering a second language and starting their own businesses. I had an interaction with a shrewd ten year-old book salesman of the streets of Siem Reap and he was the fiercest bargainer I have met so far. Unfortunately your chips don't mean shit if the person you are bargaining with can hoist you off the ground by the top of your skull and wring you out like a wet towel.
Despite common misconceptions, it is very easy to tell the difference between a real Thai woman and a Thai man dressed as a woman. I have heard stories and seen pictures of very convincing "ladyboys" but I have quickly come to realize that these are exceptions and not the rule. Most of the ladyboys I have seen appear to take their cross-gender game of dress-up about as seriously as I did when I was 8 years-old and put on my mom's high heels so I could hobble into the front yard and see how far I could fling them across the street. While my accuracy was dead-on, the lady boys on the streets of Bangkok seem to be missing the more subtle nuances that the pros have nailed.
Thats all for now, more to come later.
In Thailand, there seems to be a correlation with the severity of dental malfuntion and the amount of alcohol consumed on a given day. For background info, click on my TravelPod blog and read the post about Professor Whiskey.
Unequivocally every dog in Thailand is a mangy-ass dog. These dogs have none of the pride or grace common to their US counterparts. They take mangy-ass shits, they have mangy-ass barks, and they look like hell. It takes a remarkable amount of self-restraint to avoid punting each and every one of these fleabags over the nearest fence. I might sound like a hateful human right now, but when you see a hairless dog with a tuft of coarse hair as a mohawk adorning its head you will be just as eager as I to teach that dog a lesson about being born looking as shameful as it does.
Children in Asia are substantially smarter than children in the United States. While kids in the US sit around and play video games, many of the street children in Cambodia are too busy mastering a second language and starting their own businesses. I had an interaction with a shrewd ten year-old book salesman of the streets of Siem Reap and he was the fiercest bargainer I have met so far. Unfortunately your chips don't mean shit if the person you are bargaining with can hoist you off the ground by the top of your skull and wring you out like a wet towel.
Despite common misconceptions, it is very easy to tell the difference between a real Thai woman and a Thai man dressed as a woman. I have heard stories and seen pictures of very convincing "ladyboys" but I have quickly come to realize that these are exceptions and not the rule. Most of the ladyboys I have seen appear to take their cross-gender game of dress-up about as seriously as I did when I was 8 years-old and put on my mom's high heels so I could hobble into the front yard and see how far I could fling them across the street. While my accuracy was dead-on, the lady boys on the streets of Bangkok seem to be missing the more subtle nuances that the pros have nailed.
Thats all for now, more to come later.
12/16/06
12/13/06
Living with it
what, what what where did I go waking in the night with the heat of a fever or the heat of the tropics or the heat of the jungle or the heat of an icy hot pad in the second stage of that process.
12/10/06
Damn Technology!
In the last ten minutes I have been foiled by technology not once but twice.
First I try to sit down at the Nintendo for a round of Tales of Symphonia. This is the RPG I made reference to in an earlier post. I opened a beer, got my pillows comfy, and prepared to enter the mines and find the key crest that could save Presae. But upon turning on the Nintendo, the message that greeted my eyes sent horrors through my soul. The memory card is corrupted. What the fuck does that mean? Did I let it rent porno films or watch Saw II? Did I buy it beer and cigs? Did I drop the sumbitch? I didn't do a thing. The only part of the Nintendo I ever touch is the power button, but somehow in the last couple days my memory card got corrupted! So not only is the progress I've made into Symphonia gone, but all the dedicated hours of Mario, Zelda, and whatever else used to rest on that card is also fucked. Well, needless to say, I am giving up on the game. My frustration will not allow me to sit down and play through the first half of the game again.
So I got up and decided to sit down at the computer to do some writing on my long-term rock history research project. And every time I open a web page, Firefox crashes. Jesus! I'll be surprised if this post makes it. It just isn't my day. I think I'm gonna read a book or something. Just watch, all the pages will probably catch fire.
First I try to sit down at the Nintendo for a round of Tales of Symphonia. This is the RPG I made reference to in an earlier post. I opened a beer, got my pillows comfy, and prepared to enter the mines and find the key crest that could save Presae. But upon turning on the Nintendo, the message that greeted my eyes sent horrors through my soul. The memory card is corrupted. What the fuck does that mean? Did I let it rent porno films or watch Saw II? Did I buy it beer and cigs? Did I drop the sumbitch? I didn't do a thing. The only part of the Nintendo I ever touch is the power button, but somehow in the last couple days my memory card got corrupted! So not only is the progress I've made into Symphonia gone, but all the dedicated hours of Mario, Zelda, and whatever else used to rest on that card is also fucked. Well, needless to say, I am giving up on the game. My frustration will not allow me to sit down and play through the first half of the game again.
So I got up and decided to sit down at the computer to do some writing on my long-term rock history research project. And every time I open a web page, Firefox crashes. Jesus! I'll be surprised if this post makes it. It just isn't my day. I think I'm gonna read a book or something. Just watch, all the pages will probably catch fire.
12/9/06
I did it!
A couple days ago I finally did it. I ate 'till I was sick. I ate 'till I was fucking sick. And you know what? I spent the next day throwing up. It wasn't nearly as good as I had planned.
12/8/06
Cromagblog: me no like matt and drew make fun of rpg
me wish ice age on matt and drew! matt and drew no understand hurt they do when they mock my life in rpg posts on cromagblog. to them slaying the dark demon of augor to save princess of istyllicta is big big joke but to me it is very real. first of all, me friends with dark demon, he is misunderstood by blizzard and battle.net. dark demon a good man, but even good man gotta eat and when darker demon demolorilatus wished ice age on my friend dark demon of augor wish came true and no woolly mammoth to beat to death to eat so princess only logical point of gain. me no like my life to be a big joke for people to game on. me going into hiding. me not want to be commodified. me need to eat. me not care particularly for taste of squirrel or bat.
12/7/06
RPM: Role Playing Madness
Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man oh man. I got a little too eager to leave the Iselian Forest and I made an even bigger mistake than not killing all the monster rabbits for the extra XP. I didn't kill the Rabbit King to get the Helm of Fortitude. Without the Helm of Fortitude's +20 increase to my resistances to cold and hunger, there is no way I am going to be able to make it through the Purging Wastes to fight Iggryll the Frost Wyrm. The only way I can ever max out my Sword of Unknown Spinesaw is if I kill Iggryll without anybody in my party, which is already nearly impossible to do, but if I can't even make it through the Purging Wastes (and kill all the Blind Sasquatches within) then I guess I should just get rid of the SUS and just play this damn thing like a newb and go find the fucking Hammer of Gold Barb or some shit like that. Hell, I might as well restart as a level 1 ninja.
12/6/06
RPGs: Real Pathetic Guys
Since Dungeons & Dragons debuted in 1974, the popularity of RPGs (Role-Playing Games) has been growing steadily. With the recent success of online multiplayer RPGs such as Ultima, Everquest, Guild Wars, and the monster World of Warcraft, the genre has become a dominant commercial force in the videogame arena. The people who are really into RPGs are, however, really pathetic. And I'm one of them.
Now let me state my personal advocacy on the issue: I play the shit out of videogames. I love sitting down for a solid multi-hour sesh on a favorite. And RPGs... well, thanks to very early exposure to The Bloodstone, Chrono Trigger, and Kings Quest I have been hooked. Despite all my involvement in the subject matter, however, I am still able to step back and say with complete confidence that my obsession is silly.
Here's an example of a few thoughts that were going through my head yesterday evening as I played an RPG:
"I need to go back through the Iselian Forest so I can increase my grade by fighting those fucking rabbits."
"Where am I going to find that precious Black Silver?"
"Why won't my unison attack allow me to combine status depletion effects with elemental magic?"
and so forth
Are these the kind of concerns that a person my age should be faced with? In a time of international crisis and domestic unrest, should a citizen's greatest worry be over whether or not they should upgrade their Mesamune Sword? I am not going to say that there is anything at all redeemable about playing RPGs. I am not gonna tell you that it increases congnitive ability or problem solving skills or that it grows your hair back or helps you meet chicks. In fact, I can't defend my hobby at all. It's pathetic. But by god it's fun.
Now let me state my personal advocacy on the issue: I play the shit out of videogames. I love sitting down for a solid multi-hour sesh on a favorite. And RPGs... well, thanks to very early exposure to The Bloodstone, Chrono Trigger, and Kings Quest I have been hooked. Despite all my involvement in the subject matter, however, I am still able to step back and say with complete confidence that my obsession is silly.
Here's an example of a few thoughts that were going through my head yesterday evening as I played an RPG:
"I need to go back through the Iselian Forest so I can increase my grade by fighting those fucking rabbits."
"Where am I going to find that precious Black Silver?"
"Why won't my unison attack allow me to combine status depletion effects with elemental magic?"
and so forth
Are these the kind of concerns that a person my age should be faced with? In a time of international crisis and domestic unrest, should a citizen's greatest worry be over whether or not they should upgrade their Mesamune Sword? I am not going to say that there is anything at all redeemable about playing RPGs. I am not gonna tell you that it increases congnitive ability or problem solving skills or that it grows your hair back or helps you meet chicks. In fact, I can't defend my hobby at all. It's pathetic. But by god it's fun.
12/3/06
banks and hospitals suck: bitching and moaning
we've gotten to a point in our lives where the institutions we trust for our most important things, money and health in no particular order, are complete piles of steaming shit. even worse is that we are completely complicit in all of this as we have been conditioned to do nothing and accept the status quo. I recently had the pleasure of switching banks and the fact that a bank called "bANK OF AMERICA" has a system where one state, like WA, and another, like CA, cannot communicate is utter bullshit. Also, you cannot just walk into a bank and demand that they give you all of your money, there are limits on how much cash you can withdraw, determined by the bank, even though the money in there is YOUR hard earned money. Then when you switch banks you are in limbo for a few days when shit is processing that you can't have access to ANY of your money except what you've stowed in the trusty old shoebox in your closet. Oh, and hospitals suck...balls, and oppress and impoverish people.
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