So I don't know if anyone has heard, but there's a new nifty little bill the government has so graciously decided to drop in our laps. But like most bills, it's a ticking time bomb that no one is sure will even explode- but if it does, it'll take all of us with it. Along with our wallets that is. It's called Copyright Bill C-61, against all illegal downloading of media software including music, videos, and applications. Basically, MC Hammer wants his money.
I know I say this in almost every blog- but what the fuck. Just because you failed as an artist and your CD is no longer available, therefore forcing me to download it- doesn't mean you're entitled to what it cost me to download it. I pay my taxes, I work under the man, and if you think you're better you can suck a lemon. All this downloading fine is going to do is make more hackers who are able to break into more codes and websites and do more damage just to piss people off in the rest of the world. I mean come on! Why do you think there are egotistical fat people sitting on computers breaking into the government systems? Because they're fat? (One would think so but astonishingly not!) No! Because they're angry.
And what happens to people when you charge them for downloading? They get angry. Wow- how ironic! The very things we're trying to prevent will inevitably end up fucking us! Same old song and dance- and if it's a real old song and dance you'll end up paying for it. The government has decided that all music, video games, newspaper ads, books, etc. will be illegal and you will be fined if found copying them. They've also decided you will not be allowed to record anything on television or movies on tv. Therefore television networks will have a lockdown on them so that they're alerted when you try and record certain programs. (Cause y'know we're all making so much money off selling home recorded copies of All My Children)
Cellphones as well will have a lockdown where you cannot and wil not be able to buy a phone at one carrier and use it at another. Just so you know- we don't have a say in this. Canadians are not being included in the legislation, we're not being listened to and to top it all off they're not even meeting with intellectual parties. Gee, Harper, I'm glad you're here! I feel so much better knowing a douche-bag like you will ruin my life instead of a douche-bag hick like George Bush. The only difference? Bush is a hick. You just suck. This is ultimately the complete and utter undoing of our minority government- AND I'M NOT EVEN DONE YET!!
YouTube will have a fine for uploading ILLEGAL content. (How will I ever go on without my episodes of Grays Anatomy??) They're quoting 500$ per video. PER VIDEO!! I've also heard (don't quote me on it) that the music fee will be even more ridiculous- something like the amount of songs you have times five hundred dollars. I don't even want to think about it. Granted we should all give a little and buy a CD once in a while or even spend a couple bucks on iTunes- but go fuck yourself five hundred dollars times my songs! iTunes prices will sky rocket like the looney tunes on crack, iPods are saying they as well will raise their costs, and if you think Limewire and Kazza or wtf ever you use are going to be around much longer- think again!
The government is altogether shutting that down! Gee thanks guys! Now I can spend my afternoons in front of my computer scanning facebook hoping someone will talk to me or even watching soap operas! The only thing I can think of better than that would be a TY Beanie baby stained with the blood of child labour and oppression! Or how about a penny on the street so that I have good luck all day even though some hobo pissed on it last night! Puh-leeze. This is like a big game of gang hits. I shoot your guy, you come and kill six of mine, I have ten of yours killed, you shoot my best friend- it's all bullshit and it won't end. As soon as the government bans something we're just going to figure out another way around it. Kind of like how to get across a river- first there was more than likely a plank of wood and a stick or paddle, then there was the canoe, then the row boat, then a sail boat, and soon enough we're at the bridge. We find ways around everything and this will be no different.
Truth be told where else are we going to get rockin hits like hit me baby one more time if you can't find the CD? Where are we supposed to go to feed our addiction for this noise and crap? Honestly Britney, if you need money so badly then just stop fucking yourself over and you won't have to pay for all those lawyers. As for all the other music artists who want "their money"- you sicken me. Music! Music is beauty and breath and expression and emotion and love and art and anger and hate and happiness and memories and everything that is life. Music. Is. And what this world has done to our fair lady Music is absolutely horrific. We've twisted her around and strangled the life out of her- from Mozart and Beethoven we've transformed into Dimmu Borgir and Slipknot. Not that it's not music- for anything with notes is well deemed expression.
But it's the fact that we've gone from Music being something someone did because they loved and because they knew no other or better way to express themselves- to something someone does to make money to "live" so to speak. Sorry but unlike Victoria and David Beckham- my son won't need his own personal size mini- Hummer H2 so he can match daddy. My son will have the values and traits and beliefs as his father does- and that's all he will need. Money may very well lead to the end of all man kind. It's kind of sad really. Beethoven couldn't hear his own music, but he played because it was how he felt. His sadness or joy spilled from his hands over the ivory keys and created silk in notes. And he didn't do it for money- or other people or any of that. He did it because it was his passion and his life.
So congrats to Society, the economy, the media, and the materialistic domination of mankind. We've somehow managed to again royally fuck ourselves with sparkly dildo's made of diamonds and money and greed while we sit on our slaughtered cow aka suede love seats sipping at our Pepsi or Coca-Cola and eating our juicy deep fried or grilled and greasy dead animal burgers smothered in condiments made with chemicals (that would probably kill you if you actually ingested them without the combination of other chemicals) and watch Canadian or American Idol on our big screen plasma tv's. Sounds good to me- hand me one of them consumer whore meals and a side of go fuck yourself. Iris aus.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
One step forward- three steps back; Beauty and the Beast
Okay so to start let's talk about the first subject of this post- one step forward three steps back. It seems to be the pattern of my life. Get ahead in school, get a good boyfriend- get real sick and miss lots of school, end up splitting with boyfriend. Get love of my life, start grade twelve- move out, drop out of school. And now it's a back and forth game of "EMPLOYED AND HOUSED" and "UNEMPLOYED AND LOOKING" what the eff guys. It's like fate is playing this cruel sick joke on me repeatedly.
So I'm not actually out of a job or house yet, (I'm expecting to be let go in the next couple days because of the stunt I pulled calling in sick 20 minutes before my graveyard shift) but I can tell you at this point I'd like to be living anywhere but here. We have these new neighbours from Alberta, who seem to think they run the place immediately once they move in. Wrong. I was here first, I pay more than you, step the fuck back. See we had this party the other night (we only do this maybe once a week if that, the only reason we're doing it again this weekend is because of my boyfriends birthday) and granted it was a Sunday night- but it only ran til about 11:15pm- and they were banging on the wall for us to keep it down at 10pm. Sorry but that's a little early for me to give two shits about your sleep.
We were avoiding the walls, not screaming, I don't remember shouting, and we didn't even have music going. (Although the TV may have been kind of loud) So a few of the people at the party shout at the wall where the banging is coming from that it's our Saturday night and to fuck off. Well not last night but the night previous I hear shouting and arguing coming from them- at 4 in the bloody morning!!! You think our hours are ridiculous?? Am I missing something here? Not to mention the wreak of crack and weed in my bathroom whenever they smoke up- the only reason I haven't complained is because life wouldn't be the same without weed. That and I can't afford to get caught. So anyway, my landlord (nice old russian guy) takes me to meet the couple yesterday and work things out- and leaves me there. Gee. Thanks. So I'm talking to the girl telling her how sorry I am and how I'm going to try and take everything into consideration a little more from now on now that I know- and her husband comes out. I don't think I've ever been more positive about a drug addict than this guy. Gaunt, sunken cheeks, shakey, loud, angry, and verbally violent.
He starts mouthin off about the other night, how pissed he was about someone telling him to fuck off and how it was their Saturday and how he would have liked to have come to our front door and kicked whose ever ass it was who said it. (Nice guy, he should run for PM) He basically repeated this several times as she's trying to re-itterate more calmly so that we can come to an understanding- but by now he is yelling. Now if there's one thing I can't stand, it's being yelled at for s.f.a.. So I calmly without cursing or shouting back, said "Can you please not yell at me?" and even she said "Steve please stop yelling". It was at this point when he looked me right in the face and said "Get the fuck out of my house." (Charmer, lucky gal that one) Thus proving that his vocabulary is just as ugly as his appearance. I told her it was nice to meet her as she seemed to be a very intelligent girl (deserves better) and looked to be pregnant. (There's the reason. right there. wow if she wasn't pregnant he'd probably be single.) In any case, he fucked up by yelling at me cause I told my landlord. Needless to say he is not impressed and I'm hoping to see the last of them sometime soon. I mean- she even commented on how I need to be more quiet at night and not yell. The only thing running through my head? Sorry my husband knows my g-spot and yours doesn't know yours. Didn't I move repeatedly to avoid these kind of douche-bags? Stick it up your ass.
Now then! Since most of my internal rage is overwith now, I'm going to start on the blatantly ex-ternal. So I don't know if you've heard, but there's a new online dating kind of matchmaking or something or other site called "Beautiful People". Their online little subtitle motto? Not afraid to be controversial! Looks matter, people want to be with someone they're attracted to, it may not be politically correct but it's true!
Might I be the first to say WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS LOAD OF DONKEY COCK!?! I'm sorry but you have to be one of three things to join this club (No. Not a single one of those is beautiful.)
1. You have to have so much muscle and ego from steroids and being spoiled that your brain is rendered permanently void of any concsious or selfless thought.
2. You have to be so plastic you could beat Barbie in a wet tee shirt contest in a Texas penitentiary full of sodomists, rapists, and those who pray on brainless morons with their twat hanging out. (I.E. You at 14 and thereafter)
3. You have to be so full of yourself that you actually choke out the words "I'm effing gorgeous" every time you look in the mirror- regardless that if it was your personality's reflection it'd be cracking.
This is why little girls are sticking their fingers down their throat, posing for pictures on facebook before they've even hit puberty, wearing mini-skirts that only cover them due to the anorexia, and are quietly wishing they were dead every time they see a blonde girl with big tits and a convertable. Even guys have this issue! I know plenty of men who are spiteful towards guys with all muscle no brain. It's sad, because honestly someones intelligence can be so gorgeous it shines through everything and anything. You don't need to be blonde, tanned, ripped, plastic, perfect, shiney, and thin just to be beautiful.
Two examples (not very good ones but work with me) of Society breaking the mold- America's Next Top Model winner this year was plus sized. Good for you Tyra- you picked someone who actually weighs more than my 10 year old sister! Beauty and the Geek- one of these plastic broads are paired up with one of the ones with a gorgeous mind. Together they learn from each other and all that crap- but y'know what, when those plastic girls say on National televison "Looks aren't everything" it could help just one person. Maybe that boy who's a little overweight and wears glasses- but could make you cry whenever he sang. Or that girl who wears all black and long sleeves because she's ashamed of her body- her artwork makes even the pro's gasp. Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder- but I don't think that means you have it whenever you look at yourself in the mirror. I believe everyone is gorgeous in their own way. Maybe it's one feature, like Annie's eyes or Billy's smile- or maybe it's their talent like that boys voice or that girls paintings. Or yes, maybe it's their physical features.
But beware all you beautiful people out there, for physicality is only immortally beautiful if your personality can still see it through. If you are so conceited as to join this club and believe in all those values- then congratulations. You have just become, in and of itself, Beauty and the Beast. All in one person. What a fucking acheivement you are- go choke down some more diet pills and run on the treadmill your daddy bought you before you plan to go get so drunk you puke while fucking some random stranger in an alley. Because that is exactly what you are. You disgust me.
Iris aus.
So I'm not actually out of a job or house yet, (I'm expecting to be let go in the next couple days because of the stunt I pulled calling in sick 20 minutes before my graveyard shift) but I can tell you at this point I'd like to be living anywhere but here. We have these new neighbours from Alberta, who seem to think they run the place immediately once they move in. Wrong. I was here first, I pay more than you, step the fuck back. See we had this party the other night (we only do this maybe once a week if that, the only reason we're doing it again this weekend is because of my boyfriends birthday) and granted it was a Sunday night- but it only ran til about 11:15pm- and they were banging on the wall for us to keep it down at 10pm. Sorry but that's a little early for me to give two shits about your sleep.
We were avoiding the walls, not screaming, I don't remember shouting, and we didn't even have music going. (Although the TV may have been kind of loud) So a few of the people at the party shout at the wall where the banging is coming from that it's our Saturday night and to fuck off. Well not last night but the night previous I hear shouting and arguing coming from them- at 4 in the bloody morning!!! You think our hours are ridiculous?? Am I missing something here? Not to mention the wreak of crack and weed in my bathroom whenever they smoke up- the only reason I haven't complained is because life wouldn't be the same without weed. That and I can't afford to get caught. So anyway, my landlord (nice old russian guy) takes me to meet the couple yesterday and work things out- and leaves me there. Gee. Thanks. So I'm talking to the girl telling her how sorry I am and how I'm going to try and take everything into consideration a little more from now on now that I know- and her husband comes out. I don't think I've ever been more positive about a drug addict than this guy. Gaunt, sunken cheeks, shakey, loud, angry, and verbally violent.
He starts mouthin off about the other night, how pissed he was about someone telling him to fuck off and how it was their Saturday and how he would have liked to have come to our front door and kicked whose ever ass it was who said it. (Nice guy, he should run for PM) He basically repeated this several times as she's trying to re-itterate more calmly so that we can come to an understanding- but by now he is yelling. Now if there's one thing I can't stand, it's being yelled at for s.f.a.. So I calmly without cursing or shouting back, said "Can you please not yell at me?" and even she said "Steve please stop yelling". It was at this point when he looked me right in the face and said "Get the fuck out of my house." (Charmer, lucky gal that one) Thus proving that his vocabulary is just as ugly as his appearance. I told her it was nice to meet her as she seemed to be a very intelligent girl (deserves better) and looked to be pregnant. (There's the reason. right there. wow if she wasn't pregnant he'd probably be single.) In any case, he fucked up by yelling at me cause I told my landlord. Needless to say he is not impressed and I'm hoping to see the last of them sometime soon. I mean- she even commented on how I need to be more quiet at night and not yell. The only thing running through my head? Sorry my husband knows my g-spot and yours doesn't know yours. Didn't I move repeatedly to avoid these kind of douche-bags? Stick it up your ass.
Now then! Since most of my internal rage is overwith now, I'm going to start on the blatantly ex-ternal. So I don't know if you've heard, but there's a new online dating kind of matchmaking or something or other site called "Beautiful People". Their online little subtitle motto? Not afraid to be controversial! Looks matter, people want to be with someone they're attracted to, it may not be politically correct but it's true!
Might I be the first to say WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS LOAD OF DONKEY COCK!?! I'm sorry but you have to be one of three things to join this club (No. Not a single one of those is beautiful.)
1. You have to have so much muscle and ego from steroids and being spoiled that your brain is rendered permanently void of any concsious or selfless thought.
2. You have to be so plastic you could beat Barbie in a wet tee shirt contest in a Texas penitentiary full of sodomists, rapists, and those who pray on brainless morons with their twat hanging out. (I.E. You at 14 and thereafter)
3. You have to be so full of yourself that you actually choke out the words "I'm effing gorgeous" every time you look in the mirror- regardless that if it was your personality's reflection it'd be cracking.
This is why little girls are sticking their fingers down their throat, posing for pictures on facebook before they've even hit puberty, wearing mini-skirts that only cover them due to the anorexia, and are quietly wishing they were dead every time they see a blonde girl with big tits and a convertable. Even guys have this issue! I know plenty of men who are spiteful towards guys with all muscle no brain. It's sad, because honestly someones intelligence can be so gorgeous it shines through everything and anything. You don't need to be blonde, tanned, ripped, plastic, perfect, shiney, and thin just to be beautiful.
Two examples (not very good ones but work with me) of Society breaking the mold- America's Next Top Model winner this year was plus sized. Good for you Tyra- you picked someone who actually weighs more than my 10 year old sister! Beauty and the Geek- one of these plastic broads are paired up with one of the ones with a gorgeous mind. Together they learn from each other and all that crap- but y'know what, when those plastic girls say on National televison "Looks aren't everything" it could help just one person. Maybe that boy who's a little overweight and wears glasses- but could make you cry whenever he sang. Or that girl who wears all black and long sleeves because she's ashamed of her body- her artwork makes even the pro's gasp. Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder- but I don't think that means you have it whenever you look at yourself in the mirror. I believe everyone is gorgeous in their own way. Maybe it's one feature, like Annie's eyes or Billy's smile- or maybe it's their talent like that boys voice or that girls paintings. Or yes, maybe it's their physical features.
But beware all you beautiful people out there, for physicality is only immortally beautiful if your personality can still see it through. If you are so conceited as to join this club and believe in all those values- then congratulations. You have just become, in and of itself, Beauty and the Beast. All in one person. What a fucking acheivement you are- go choke down some more diet pills and run on the treadmill your daddy bought you before you plan to go get so drunk you puke while fucking some random stranger in an alley. Because that is exactly what you are. You disgust me.
Iris aus.
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