Rage Rant: Swine Flu, Susan Boyle, and m00t

Finally started full-time work again, and it's not that grating so far; surprise surprise, right?

I guess it's just working a regular nine-to-five, five-day-a-week job has taught me a little bit of responsibility and humility; next year I've got to be a little bit smarter with the money I throw out and what I save, lest I beg off the street for pennies for Timmy's.

Fuck, it's another one of those nights where I'm staring at this blog screen trying to find something interesting to talk about; I mean, what's going on in the world today that I could comment on?

Oh wait, I know.

What the hell is up with this Swine Flu bullshit? I don't understand what people are doing working themselves up into a frenzy for: if you've been exposed to any number of chemicals/diseases/environments within metro USA or Canada, your immune system should be tempered enough to withstand this "pandemic."



My main gripe with this global panic, as usual, is the news. Because Barack Obama hasn't been doing anything interesting lately, the media's been in an uproar about Swine Flu because it's apparently killed a few people in Mexico. Let that sink in for a second; Mexico. A place where not everyone has access to pharmacies or universal health care. Get this: people aren't even sure the recent deaths in the country can be attributed to the flu, but they're still reporting it anyway!

I mean, come on. That's just sloppy.

Pull up your goddamn socks, news; I know you're dying, but that doesn't give you excuses to post lame-ass stories like this, that Susan Boyle woman (no offense to her; I'm no fan, but I think it's hilarious that all the assholes in the audience got shut up in an instant), or Anonymous' latest online conquest: the Time 100.

Seriously, if you're reduced to reporting poorly-guarded online poll results, you've got some priorities to re-organized.

I wish "Anonymous" would give it a rest; they're not scaring anyone. They're power structure is too messed up to be any difference; because they have the idiots who just want to fuck around and protest running around beside the people who actually want to accomplish something, they're just doomed to mediocrity and, ultimately, fail. The rules of the internet decree it so:

15. The harder you try, the harder you will fail
16. If you fail hard enough, you might be a winning failure
17. Every win fails eventually

First year reflections

Alright. It's been about a month since I've posted here last, and I think that needed to be changed. And because my reason for not writing has mainly been because of school, I think this returning post should be about that as well.

I moved out of my residence room yesterday and I couldn't help but feel sad. I lived in that room, 1005, for eight months of my life; that's eight months away from family, friends and the city I grew up in. It was a great room: I met new people, had good times and did a lot of good thinking in there. I'm going to say that taking the opportunity to move out of my room at home and have the chance to grow and find myself was a good one... I feel I did a lot of growing and subtly evolved from the person I was to the person I am today.

I realized when I was packing that I would be leaving university with a lot more crap than what I arrived with; this was kind of cool, because I doubled my comics collection, added some funky clothes to my wardrobe, and had a lot of just plain memories etched into that junk. I still have two plastic swords from orientation week, when our school broke the world record for biggest swordfight and I found labels from my label-maker that had been stuck on my drawers and shelf from the first week of school. I couldn't help but get a warm feeling... I left them stuck where they were, fines be damned.

I came into residence scared out of my mind, nervous and partly excited. I met a lot of nice people and had a lot of good times; I subsequently learned how to balance an educational and social life decently. Next year will be a bit depressing, as the lack of ability to just go to another floor and find someone who's still awake will be present, and that's just not cool.

So yes; to everyone who made this first year awesome, I'd like to say thanks. Thanks for the good times, and thanks for the memories.

Cheers.

Mega Man Rap - Air Man, Bitch

I promise to do a more substantial blog update this week, but the essays have all but sapped my writing ability. Here's an awesome video, instead.