What the fuck?

I purposely wrote a song to sound dirty, nasty and wrong. It was something I wrote completely for myself as an experiment in noise and somehow it's turned out to be my most popular track. I don't think I'll ever understand what make's people tick and with that said I've never actually followed convention, I always write what I want to hear. It just blows me away that I can write something that is technically "wrong" and have it turn out "right". That's why I love writing music, there are essentially no boundaries. So to all of you aspiring musicians, follow your heart. Do what makes you feel good and just remember three words of wisom, Fuck The World!

I'm just singin' in the rain...

New place to hear a couple of my tracks if you're interested. It's www.myspace.com/alienluvchild I'll get a link to it on the side soon.

Cheers.

Five for Fighting.

The picture above is just to let everyone know who I'm rooting for. I'm very pleased that the Toronto Make Believes are out of contention (I've never been a fan). And we should all send Cory our condolences as Philly lost AGAIN to the Devils, 5 to 1 I might add. For you stats monkeys out there the Devils currently have the longest winning streak this season with 10. I'm pleased that Colin White somehow managed to stay out of the penalty box for a change, and I'm looking forward to the game versus the Canadiens tomorrow even if the commentary is gonna be in french.

I know, not much of an entry, but I can't pass up an opportunity to give Cory a shot (as they don't seem to happen as often as I'd like).

GO DEVILS GO!

p.s. if you don't like the Devils, I don't really give a shit so don't flame me because you know what you can do...

Anger Management.

A certain "Anonymous" person posted the comment recently that I should go get fucked (awfully close to patent infringement motherfucker) to get rid of the anger that I'm so proud of. Well sir, to you I have a few thoughts to share.

The "anger" you speak of has no relationship to my sex life (or lack thereof), it's driven by my reacting to the inherent stupidity of the general populace and how I view my station in life. It is also inextricably tied to my personality. Believe me, if I was "happy" and "nice" all of the time, no one would want to have anything to do with me. I know that a great many people get, at the very least, a giggle when I "go off" about something. It's expected of me and I wouldn't want to disappoint my legions of adoring fans.

There was a point in my life that what is now perceived as anger was genuine, raging against the machine if you will. At this point in my life alot of it is just for show, though not all of it. If I didn't vent on a regular basis, I'm not sure what would happen, but it wouldn't be pretty. Of that I'm assured.

I genuinely get enraged when I see idiocy in its many forms. It is very difficult for me to deal with people who, not neccessarily with malicious intent, act like a total fucking retard. I may not always have the right answer, but I get asked an awful lot of questions about an awful lot of things. I don't claim to have all of the answers but I like to help where I can.

I truly enjoy crafting entries. As an amateur wordsmith I find it gratifying. To many my tone and choice of words and topic might not meet their liking, but as I have stated before this blog is for me. I'm not trying to make friends nor enemies with this, just to shake up people's world view, if only for a moment.

For me, the most virtiolic entries are my personal favorites as I feel that is some of my best writing to date. I've found my voice which is always the hardest thing to do as an author. It is also cathartic, by voicing my opinion in this forum I can "get it out there". I can't think of any other place that I could state my opinions as I do and honestly have people react to what I have to say. Here the comments have been at turns both humorous and thoughtful, even if the person is only reacting to something I've said, such as yourself.

So, good sir, I have this to say in parting. If I were to make a personal attack on you, believe me, I am man enough to use your name. In the future I would hope you will do me the courtesy of the same.

When Life Hands You Lemons...

...squirt the fucker in the eye with them. That'll teach the bitch-ass to fuck with me.

Gentle reader you may have noticed that as of late my entries have had a rather shall we say violent tone to them. That's because I have a particular hate-on for life right now. Yes, me and Life have a love-hate relationship. I hate It because It loves to fuck me in the ass on a regular basis.

As a heterosexual male my rectum is EXIT ONLY. Yet I seem to take it in the sphincter on an alarmingly regular basis. The really sad part is that many times I can see it coming and yet I feel powerless to do anything about it. As Cory so succinctly put it "Grab your ankles and bite this stick, we'll be with you in a moment" seems to be a common theme of my life.

I've been in some deep, dark holes in my life (Cory wipe that fucking smirk off of your face) and while the psuedo-optimists would likely see it as some sort of purgatory I prefer to call it what it is, Hell.

I'm a single male (not by choice, single that is (Cory that's two strikes you motherfucker)), broke and stuck in a job that I detest. Now I'm aware that I'm not unique to these particular set of circumstances but that changes things not one fucking iota. The fact is it sucks the sweat off of a dead camels balls.

I wish I were independently wealthy (I'm not) or hooked up with a sugar momma (I will be accepting applications) or I wish I could find a way to just be happy.

Now we all know that isn't gonna happen anytime soon so don't you fucking worry your pretty little head I'm sure life still has plenty of curve balls left to throw me (I warned you Cory, that's three you fuckwad).

So in the meantime, sit back and enjoy the show.

Captain Bloody Obvious.

Could someone please explain to me why people feel it absolutely necessary to state the obvious. An example would be "Gee, you look like you're in a bad mood today." Don't you fucking think I know I'm in a bad mood? Wow, I was having a thoroughly bitchin' day until you pointed that out you fucking spastic, half-retarded, tongue-chewing waste of skin.

Are they trying to piss me off, do they want to see me go postal? They must because they do a fanfuckingtabulous job of making my ire reach the point of no return.

What would I do without the caring and compassion of these obviously dimwitted samaritans?

I'D BE PISSED OFF IN PEACE YOU FUCKWAD!!

There are times when I really just don't want to deal with the incredible stupidity and general mental deficiency of the populace, alas I'm not independently wealthy (yet) nor do I have a sugar momma (mmm, rich Milfalicious Cougar). So until that happens, do yourself a favor and shut your fucking word-hole if you feel the urge to blurt out something that is incredibly obvious to the rest of us. If you can do that I'll feel less compelled to tear off your head and shit down your neck, which I think no one would like to see (except Cory, I swear that fucker has some sort of bet going as to when I'll snap).

So, in conclusion, SHUT THE FUCK UP. I don't need to hear the constant ramble of verbal diarrhea spewing from the lips of these moronic dipshits and I'm pretty damned sure no one else wants to hear it either.

Rampant Fucking Optimism.

I fucking loathe these so-called optimists that feel it necessary to throw in the line "well, it could always be worse". FUCK-OFF, I'm content to feel that I've reached the bottom at least that way I feel like the only way I can go is up. To me that's optimism, at least my variation of it. If I have to worry that things can get worse then, yep you guessed it, things are most definitely going to go in the shitter.

You misanthropic, ignorant, everyone-needs-to-like-me cockbites try to disguise yourselves by acting cheery but I'm on to you. The next motherfucking asswipe that says something like that is going to wind up like the dog in the above cartoon, and no you're NOT gonna get the courtesy of a reach-around. Just think of how much worse it can get when you hear the power tools start up.

C.S. I can already hear the gears grinding. Be warned, if you try to pull this shit on me you'll look awfully funny walking around with a saw-z-all jambed up your ass. It'll pretty hard to get a date when the first thing out of her mouth is "why is there a power cord hanging out of your rectum?"

So the next time any of you feel it necessary to open your yap and spew some nonsensical bullshit such as "it could be worse" I guarantee you it will be.

Oh yes, make no mistake, it will be.