Quickie Rant

I'm living alone this week, and I happen to have today off. This has its ups and downs. Sometimes free time is blissful, sometimes I get restless and don't quite know how to entertain myself. I've spent most of today watching the original Star Wars trilogy and playing World of Warcraft, taking a brief break to run to the store for Mint Oreos, Cheesy bread and Sobe. Not a bad way to spend an afternoon. After napping for about 20 minutes I've awakened groggy and restless. I've spent the last 1/2 hour hitting the 'next blog' button on Blogger. And FUCK is all I can say.

I found a good one here. This guy rants. I like that. Beyond that, I found a shitload of shit. Fucking stupid bullshit, people whose blogs have awful graphics, cluttered interfaces and boring/conceited content. I'm sick and fucking tired of how it's 'in' to be sad, misunderstood and weird. Hey! Guess what? If you proclaim that you're weird or you 'have issues' YOU DON'T, you fucking attention whore. Generally people who are fucked up don't know it, or at very least don't draw attention to it. Drop your engineered crises, it's an insult to intelligence and decency. All it is is phony bullshit posturing. Oh yeah - and FUCK YOU. One more thing - literally every other blog I found was an advertising site full of links. I'm sure this is so these blogs will come up in search engines. Fuck these people. This violates the spirit of what blogs are. Pigfuckers.

I'm about to eat my first Digiorno pizza by the way. I remember being sick of all the dumbass 'it's not delivery - it's Digiorno!' ads. Anyways it was on sale and so into the oven it goes. So far the packaging has really impressed me. The plastic the pizza was sealed in had a little tab making it easy to open - no knife! We'll see what happens.


The truth about Digiorno pizza REVEALED!


So anyways, I watched the Star Wars episodes IV-VI today for like the fourth time ever. Everyone's right, they are better than the new ones. George Lucas' dialogue and direction really fuck things up. Apparently he didn't write the screenplays or direct the old ones. The new ones are very pretty and very entertaining in their own right and I do enjoy them. Comparitively speaking they are cold, stiff and heartless though. The original films had spirit, the new ones don't. Fucking George Lucas.

The more I hear them the more I really and truly love A Perfect Circle. EMotive wasn't all that great, but the first 2 albums just fucking blow me away track after track, and the song Passive is awesome (once I listened to the lyrics.) They've officially moved ahead of Tool on my list right up there with Pearl Jam. I've finally started listening to Tori Amos' album Scarlet's Walk. Good stuff as always. I'm still waiting to see the movie Sideways.

I'm no longer able to abide reading blogs about Arizona Insurance, oMg uR nvRE GnNa Blive WuT HppnD 2Dy, and cheap airline fare. I've gone off to sulk and play some more Katamari Damacy. I do this since I do not have TV - no cable, no sattelite, no rabbit ears, nada. It's just me, my games, my PC, my movies and my books. Anyhoo, KD is a fucked up game. It's definitely japanese. You play the son of the king of all cosmos. He basically got drunk and lost all the stars, so you have to make more. How? By rolling up balls of any and everything. Cars, buildings, cattle, pencils, christians, rose bushes, etc. It's fucking strange, but oddly compelling.


It's Good!



The pizza is damn good. No, it's not delivery. That seems an odd statement. I mean, delivery is no guarantee of quality. Anyways, if I were to rate this pizza on a scale of 1-10, I'd give it an 8. Very good pizza.

PS. I love the Imperial Death March.