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[13 Jun 2009|04:30pm] |
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" They say true love comes only once in a lifetime and even though we’re from opposite ends of the earth, my heart tells me you’re the one for me. Mahmoud. I remember when it started, saw you on the news you were hating gays, I was eating food but I was feeling you, and even though I disagreed with almost everything you said you aint wrong to me, so strong to me, you belong to me Like a very hairy Jake Gyllenhaal to me Mahmoud make my heart beat right out of my chest my mind says no but my body says yes Nuclear threat, the only threat I see is the threat of you not coming home with me. Our love for each other’s like when atoms collide Can’t express how I feel Ay yo Adam let’s ride And Iran, Iran so far away is your home, but in my heart you’ll stay He ran, for the president of Iran we ran together to a tropical island my man, Mahmoud is known for rilin’ smiling, if he can still do it then I can they call you weasel, they say your methods are medieval you can play the Jews I can be your Jim Caviezel S&M, nestlin’ when we’re wrestlin’ You can be the port that I park my vessel in So I try to mute the tv but you can still see me with your sleepy brown eyes, butter pecan thighs And your hairy butt… Yeah.
And Iran, Iran so far away come home, and in my arms you’ll stay Used to look at the stars and dream round the world same stars were seen And a twinkle in your eyes Mahmoud. Talk smooth to me, without a tie your pants high waisted, damn so fly. We can take a trip to the animal zoo and laugh at all the funny things that animals do Like Eugene (Levy) you got me straight trippin’ boo hope you look in my eyes and say I’m trippin’ too you say Iran don’t have the bomb but they already do you should know by now, it’s you. And Iran, Iran so far away is your home, but in my heart you’ll stay. You crazy for this one Mahmoud you can deny the holocaust all you want but you can’t deny that there’s something between us I know you say there’s no gays in Iran but you’re in New York now baby it’s time to stop hiding, and start living" I was singing this in the shower this morning. I can't help but post this in honour of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's victorious "re-election". What a sight to behold all that shit was. I still can't quite comprehend how intolerant world leaders still exist in these modern times. I can't quite figure out which was worse news this past week - Mahmoud Ahmadinejad reclaiming his throne or the Holocaust Museum shooting. It's one in the same, I suspect - Backward hicks who fuck their siblings in the ass whilst self-righteously preaching from passages of their respective religious texts. Regardless of how intolerant I am [I hate everyone, equally] of morons, I'd like to think we can one day live in a world which recognizes basic human rights and not dispute certain historical events that actually fucking happened. But that's pipe dreams, isn't it. Additionally, I'd like to inform you all that the following clip of Louis CK is exactly how I feel about technology/people.. |
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| Hoooomans. |
[11 Jun 2009|01:58pm] |
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Hi I just really wanted to post this new tune by The National. It's brilliant. I hate QTV though, the host is a bit tosh. I just invented a new word, there. Tosh refers to the crapness of something specific. I've seen the host in my neighbourhood many times. He goes to this sushi place called Omi and drives a fancy sport car (I think it's an Aston Martin *jealous*). His girlfriend/wife is this generic blonde piece of ass. She looks dumb as nails but there's a 10% chance I am in error. Doubt it, as per I'm right about everything. Anyway, how's it all going y'all? Does anyone want a pop/sandwich? My Omelette making skills are flawless, these days. I'll write about that and other culinary domination in due time. I saw a mommy raccoon carry her baby raccoon in her mouth across the street. It was super cute. That James Von Brunn fucker needs a good stabbing. I'd ask for five minutes alone. White supremacy still exists in these modern times? Are you fucking serious, humankind? Fuck me. And I'd like to point out that the security guard, Stephen Johns, is a national hero. Had he not intervened, scores more would have died, surely. Otay, gotta go! Cheers. |
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| Mancs Can't Pronounce Their Ts. "SHI**Y CI*Y" (see?) & Donkeys Are Pretty Retarded :[ |
[01 Jun 2009|12:15am] |
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A couple of weeks ago I built myself a new workstation. When the UPS guy arrived at my door (2 days earlier than anticipated, might I add...) with two, rather large, boxes, it felt very much like Christmas Day. I shan't delve into how awesome my new rig is. PSYKE, yes I fucking shall. It's seriously fast and fierce. I've thrown everything I can think of at it and it just laughs maniacally in my face -- Heavy global illumination CG scenes in Maya, multiply layered composited sequences... My computer just sits there, all befudled and tits bored. it's just like "Bitch, please". It's a bulldog, which is why I've named it Churchill. I do a lot of design-based and 3D-related work and what typically would take hours, now, take a mere minute or two. It's mental. To my credit, this was the result of my l337 geekness and weeks of research and sifting through various CPU/GPU/HD benchmarks to find the perfect fit *cough*. I also over-clocked the fuck outta everything. I was most excited in purchasing the GTX 280 (oc edition) which is a rather large GPU which offloads a great deal of graphical instruction sets from the actual CPU. Which results in the emotional equivalent to Manchester United sacking Germany & Barcelona in the same day, whilst Wayne Rooney bests Ronaldo in an epic display of showmanship, prior to Oasis performing post-match. I had originally wanted to have Windows XP and the latest incarnation of Linux (dual boot) as my OS environment, however, I have an SLI 3-way setup with my GTX280 so I had to use Windows Vista. To my surprise, Vista is not shit. I feel the need to defend Vista and Microsoft. I fundamentally believe that these Apple adds, although funny, are mostly misleading. Microsoft's biggest fault was releasing several different versions of the same operating system, people having to contend with the need to upgrade their computers in order to run Vista, and the rest was simply Vista's technically-faulted nature (it's not perfect). If you run Vista Ultimate, apply the 2 Service Packs, install a solid virus scanner (such as Kaspersky) as well as a malware-specific app such as Malwarebytes, you'll have virtually no problem with Vista. That's fact (bitch). Anyway, this geekrant has been brought to you by Starbucks' Caramel Machiatto.. Did anyone actually read this paragraph? Fuck me, roight? In summary, everything in my Adobe Creative Suit (Lightroom, Flash, Illustrator, Photoshop, Premiere Pro, After Effects etc,) loads in two seconds flat. Sausages!
Lalalalala. It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that my neighbourhood is vastly superior to yours :[ I feel it's going to be an annual thing whereupon I post pics of this hood. Spring and the fall. I prefer the fall. Nothing beats walkabouts in the fall, looking up at the victorian homes with their gingerbread trim against cloudy/scary skies whilst listening to tunes [,man]. Nothing is better. Not even Oasis/mayonaise/Natasha Khan. Nor this dumb/retarded/sad yet hugable Donkey. "Hey donkey. How're you doin'? Alright donkey, say hi to your mother for me!" -- SNL reference.
( Tunes, man. )
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| The National - The Ying & Yang of The Sweet & Sour. "Sob" comes directly after "Soaring" [pic below] |
[25 May 2009|12:48am] |
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THIS.
The sorcerer/1920's Yiddish Farmer's hat needs to go. However, the bass player can remain.
The National (not The Veils [above]) on Thursday was truly Epic². The setlist was the following (* denotes new song, whereas boldedness refers to personal favs); Start A War, Brainy, Secret Meeting, Baby We'll Be Fine, Slow Show, Squalor Victoria, *Vanderlylle, Abel, All The Wine, Mistaken For Strangers, Ada, *Blood Buzz, Apartment Story, Fake Empire, *Runaway, Mr November, About Today . I was a bit pissed off that England and So Far Around The Bend were not played but that sentiment lasted for all of two seconds. I felt it a bit odd why The National opened up the show with Start A War because it's a bit dainty for a rock band to open with. They did, however, change it up a bit to be slightly more *UNF* in yo face. Most of my favourite, more popular songs were played and were in top form. It should also be stated that during Mr. November, Matt Berninger (lead singer fella) went, in customary fashion, apeshit -- The most apeshit, I've ever seen him go in any performance of the song. If Matt Berninger were a dinosaur he would be a brilliantskisaurus *geeks out*. It should also be documented that I have been to many a soldout concert at the Kool Haus but I have never seen that venue so packed. Packed to the point whereupon I could smell which version of Axe the guy in front of me was wearing :/ [sidenote: just a lil FYI for all in possession of a penis -- Axe deodarent/spray smells horrid. Don't use it anymore, cheers!] Regardless, it's just great because it's high time The National get all the accolades they've been getting in the last half year. I was a bit in shock in observing the demographics of the audience. It basically comprised of; 30% Frat Boys, 30% Borderline Yuppies, 10% Certifiable Yuppies, 20% Normal Concert Goers, 10% Scenesters. OMG and I saw 3 Straight-up/Off The Boat Chavs, it was so fucked up, y'all. In being mortified by the presence of Frat Boys, I felt I had to follow the mandate of logic. Which, essentially, dictates that although Frat Boys are shit, they must share some measure of good taste in music. However unfortunate this is, these are the ways things are.
About the only drag of the evening's festivities was the inclusion of a token Awkwardly Generic Singalonger. I shall now define this to you. Awkwardly Generic Singalonger is a woman who shan't peep a melody for the entirety of the evening until a familiar song, namely the most popular song played that evening, commences. When this chain of events unfolds (off key), you and your friends, who are unfortunately situated directly next to said Awkwardly Generic Singalonger, will become uncomfortably irritated. The moment shall indeed pass, in good time, but not before your moment has been temporarily ruined. I can share with you the rules & protocols of The Singalong, should you request them.
I normally pride myself on discovering all the bands I love so much but The National was brought graciously into my life via someone else in such an ironic manner. In an attempt to return the favour to anyone else, I'll pay it forward by now hyperlinking my personal favourite National songs in order of priority to further big primp this, my second favourite, band (ever). It's all about SHARING n'shit. Cheers! xo
1. 90-Mile Water Wall <-- The greatest song by The National. Epic in every sense of the word. But maybe it's not wise to play this on a Monday morning, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh lulz.. 2. England (Unreleased as of yet) 3. Guest Room Never has this song been performed live. Tis a shame. 4. Driver, Surprise me Very rare song 5. Mistaken For Strangers Argueably their most well-known song. 6. Looking For Astronauts (particularly this version, click on the second offering) 7. Secret Meeting If this song were a book, it'd be considered the greatest work of modern literature. 8. Blank Slate A tune one would practice their best Charlie Brown dance, and stuff 9. Mr. November Hell's yeah, jigga! 10. About Today
For the past couple of weekends I've been invested in family bidness. I've meant to highlight some of this in here but I've only had a chance to allocate some time to properly do so, now. A couple of Saturdays ago, I met the wife of the president of Poland at a ceremony at the Polish Consulate in Mississauga. This was in honour of an event my father attended, whereupon he received an award from The First Lady [of Poland] herself. It was kind of an honour, so, WIN.
Not this last Saturday but the one previous, my mother returned from a whirlwind trip to visit my sister in Malawi Africa. I am now going to post photos I took of my father's big day as well as photographs my mother took from her travels.
Happy African People Win
( Tons more photos and stories, all Charles Dickens by the mawfuckin' fire-like )
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| Lost Summary Gif Stylies. |
[21 May 2009|12:38am] |
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I've not had a chance to discuss the Season Finale of Lost until now. I believe the following Animated GIF I made is a proper representation of the themes highlighted in said episode. As you can tell I'm brilliant, cheers!
As is customary in Lost, the finale was epic and brilliant but also as is customary, the writers of the show cut us short. Jacob was finally revealed and we all ceremoniously rejoiced/shat ourselves, up until he fucking died. That's not much character development, is it? I did not like a lot of small details in the episode but overall, I was quite impressed. Jack got properly p4n3d 4r33lz n'things.
It should be observed that I declare today, Thursday May 21st, International The National Appreciation Day. You may be a fan of the band (they're my 2nd favourite band EVER). You might not be. If you are, you may choose to observe this day in solitude. Or you may find yourself @ The Kool Haus later tonight, where I'll be poppin' along at a hundred million miles an hour. I've not been this excited to see a band since I first saw Oasis back in 94. That's telling you somfing' innnnnnnnnnnit? I bid you a good day, comrades. Zut alors! |
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| "You must be somewhere in London, you must be loving the life in the rain." |
[17 May 2009|06:45pm] |
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*dryhumps spring*
Hi. I'm going to update this motherfucker and give my afterthoughts regarding the Season Finale of Lost, tomorrow (that was some crazy shit, padres, but we'll get to that tomorrow, kay!). I've not had time at all :[ I just really wanted to post these pics I took this afternoon after having metaphorically dryhumped the ass of spring, or somfin'.
What's everyone doing? Did you all have a good breakfast this morning after you woke up? Is the economy fixed yet? Is terrorism still a thing? Is it safe to play outside now?
Should you be a fan of The National, I am now diverting your eyes and ears to a new song of theirs, entitled England (it's a live recording, not a soundboard recording). It's about as brilliant as I hoped a song called "England" ought to be. Because that's destiny, I figure -- if you follow their music, they reference England a lot, which is awesome like your mother! Maybe more awesome than you mother. I just don't know.
Speaking of The National, they're playing this week and I/we are seeing them! Hellz ya jigga! I'm super excited. I just pissed my pantskies! *high fives incontinence*
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| Foals // Red Socks Pugie |
[09 May 2009|07:41am] |
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Good morning Saturday sunshiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. This is the greatest song (and video) I have heard this side of 2009. You need to respect its megalithic authority. Authoritaaaaaai.
Example of Music Genius: The lead up to minute 2:15 and then at 2:15 it kicks off. It's clusterfuckingly beautiful. Ugh. And I'm blissfully cognisant that I do sound a weee 'lil bit like a twat. Fuck me, roight? It's a bit dancy too. You can dance if you want to! G'head! Get it on with your bad self, ya'all. asdfas!!
"In Context She said, these terminals once again. These wasp's nests, these terminals once again. These heart swells, these contexts in your head. Oh hell no, these vessels. Our heart swells up, these vessels. Our heart swells up, which makes us explode. Oh hell no, these vessels. Our heart swells up, which welcome. Our heart swells up, let's make them explode. Oh, what the hell, we should've said. No, oh hell, we should've said. No, heart swells up, which makes us explode. She said these wasp's nests. These wasp's nests, These contexts in your head. Once again..."
Well friends, next week is the last episode of Lost until next year or whenever the fuckski. Then there's only 15 episodes left of the entire fucking show. Which begs the question... What are we going to do then? *scrunchy face* Cheers!
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| Of Zombies & Starbucks. |
[06 May 2009|04:24pm] |
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ZOMYGAWDGUYS, you don't even KNOW how much I love me my mawfuckin' Venti Caramel Fraps. For reals. RE: Shaun of The Dead. A. My name is Sean and it's the legit way of spelling it, all Celtic n' all. B. I live in Cabbagetown which looks like some quaint place in England. C. We used to have a historic Bar called The Winchester (just like in the movie) which looked almost exactly like The Winchester in the movie!. D. I think I know how to use a shotgun. E. At the very least I know how to take a motherfuckin' zombie DOWN.
Is anyone else annoyed by CNN's (and others) use of the internet in their broadcasts? Specifically when a broadcaster goes like this; "Let's go to the twitter boards" and then will read some n00b's comment and be all "We here at CNN need to inform you that LOL is an acronym for 'laughing out loud'" They do this every fucking time and I always LOL and kinda wanna stab myself in the forehead, at the same time. Hmph, curious.
Lost in 5 hours'ish. Ugggggh
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| Longwave is one of my favourite bands. |
[04 May 2009|11:53pm] |
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Doom is mood spelt backwards. |
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At this late hour, I have a burning requirement for shit chinese take-out, street meat (hot dogs not whores), Poutine with bacon, deep-fried mars bar, a 20 dollar gourmet burger with brie cheese, a proper donair with proper sweet sauce with finely chopped onions, KFC chicken or Popeye's chicken dipped in smoked applewood cheddar to form a sort of poutine of its very own, sam's pizza, Gelato, those breakfast crumpets stuffed with egg and sausage at starbucks (never had em. Look good) a turkey panini accompanied by a banana-flavoured french soda (milk not soda), calamari...
Cake.
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| Synergy. |
[03 May 2009|05:45pm] |
This is what I tend to look like if I have incurred a nerve injury via my aching tooth. The left side of my face is swollen. I haven't shaved in two days. That's unfortunate, since I really enjoy shaving. I've not washed my hair in two days -- hence the hat. I think I need to inform you that I smell off. A couple of days ago I had what appeared to be a major toothache. This dental ache then developed into a sort of living hell, for myself personally. Yesterday swelling had started to breach the contours of my left cheek. This then permeated into even greater swelling this morning with the inclusion of a swollen eye lid. Essentially I look like someone went mental on the left side of my face. If I had taken off my glasses you'd see. And then you'd feel sorry for me. Maybe. Note the glistening, left of my nose -- this is where the swelling begins.
The pain has subsided but I don't know how much longer I can take this swelling business. I just feel awful and kind of want to take it out on anyone. Randomly and the like. For whatever reason, today I hate the words synergy and diversity. In this particular case, don't think of diversity relating to races, think it more having to do with people -- and the abundance thereof. I would surely die in Japan. It's on days like today where I just know if the person waiting in line at the local grocery store is one item above the 8 item limit for the Express Lane, I'd just lose my shit.
I had initially planned on going to the Mogwai show tomorrow night, just down the road (I'm not going now). I hate Mogwai. I think they're shit. But I did want to see The Twilight Sad, who are apparently opening for them. That's on par with Dr. Phil having written his book on weight loss -- which is to say it makes no fucking sense. I don't know what to say about this band. They're amazing. According to my iTunes I've listened to the above song, "And She Would Darken The Memory", over 400 times. This is excluding my iPod. That's fucking crazy. I'd LOL at that absurdity if it didn't hurt my face so much. Anyway, it's somewhere on my shortlist of Greatest Songs Ever Made. It's epic.
For more on The Twilight Sad go here
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| Orajel/Orahell: 99 Problems and a squashed nerve is ALSO ONE OF THESE PROBLEMS. |
[02 May 2009|02:39am] |
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The geological activity of this mouth is what keeps me from my slumber. These tectonic-like plates shifting and squashing the one nerve-ending of my twitching face which renders the one side of my face to look like that of a chipmunk. I'm convinced the recommended dosage of this here Benzocaine does not apply to me. No sir/ma'am, for I am living proof you can quadruple its daily dosage, sans problem. Fuck that noise, anyway. And yes the above video/song is brilliantly applicable. *megalithic pain*
I'm serious. This pain is unbelievable. So much so, that if someone punched this side of my face, the pain would be so great that I would enter another dimension of shock -- so much so that I would seize to ever have existed.
Oh and Faraday is Faradead?! Farafuckthewhat?
For everyone still freaking out about the swine flu/EPIDEMIC OF MASS DESTRUCTION, leave it to me to point the wayski
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