Love and Loathing. A Matt's perspective.

A Murderer is a Murderer, But a Pet is Still Cute with Blood on its Lips.

2010-08-18T18:57:00.000-07:00

Hello my fellow cynical people. If you are not cynical and don't have a heart of stone. First off you're strange for reading this and second of all you are a lucky bastard. But let us not dwell on such matters. I assume you wish to know why I have such a title.

It's a simple matter that could be conveyed in a paragraph or two but like most writers I will draw it all out very dramatically as if it is more than a blip on the cosmic radar of existence that continually bleeps on forever, eventually forgetting us as we fade into the universal darkness that is nothing.

A few months ago, my family got a new dog. First of all we were expecting a chocolate Labrador of around 6 months age. What we got was a Pater dale Terrier. So it wasn't even close in the end but both me and my mother fell in love with the cuteness of the thing, he was very shy and huddled close to me as we drove home. Which warmed my crumbled heart with the flames of dependency and ever lasting love which a dog gives its master. In retrospect I see I was dooped and deluded at the time.

While my father was not hating the idea of a new dog. No dog could replace our other dog Cassie. So Gordi -that is what we named him, after Gordon- was treated well by all and given the standard daily allowance of belly rubs .

Another thing my dad loves along with Cassie. Is his chickens, 4 of them in fact. Very lovely chickens that provided eggs that we would enjoy. Often enough my parents -on a sunny day- would sit out in the sun and watch the chickens just wander around they fenced off area of the garden. It gave my father a purpose he had seemed to loose when my older brother moved out and even more so when his mother died. He cared for the chickens so much he even got a cockerel with the intention to breed. Sadly Cliff had to be taken away when the neighbours began to complain.

Gordi too was fascinated by the chickens wandering in their home. Though it was for a much more malicious reason than my father's. One day we left the patio door open to let some air in and allow the dogs to bask in the sunny day. My mother was tending to household chores and my father was virtually falling asleep in his arm chair when we heard the cries. My father instantly sprung out of his chair and ran into the garden. It wasn't long until I was told one of the chickens had been killed.

My father was furious. Sitting in his arm chair staring at the TV which was currently off. What was running through his mind I knew not. Though the rest of the chickens remained unharmed thus much of the rage subsided quickly.

Only a month after had Gordi killed another. 2 remained.

As you can see where this is going I won't beat too much around the bush. On the final day of the remaining chickens I was sat in the living room. My parents were at work and I was enjoying the empty house as much as I could. Which is never very much. I had decided to watch a film. I foolishly left the patio door open to let air in on the hot summer's day. Not 30 minutes into the film did I begin to hear cries. It took a moment to register what was going on but when I realised I ran out into the garden to see one chicken laying lifeless and another in Gordi's bloodied jaws. He dropped the chicken as soon as he heard me coming and tried to dash for it. I grabbed him and with a heave I threw him across the garden in rage.

The last chicken was dying. Its eyes were open but its neck was broken. It was clinging to life with nothing but crushed bones and slow breathes. I could do nothing but sit with it and not only watch but feel it die in my hands. Knowing full well what might have happened to Gordi if all the chickens died. I pleaded for it to live but to no avail. The chicken convulsed and gave a fleeting cry before finally stopping its breathing and movement. I lay it on the ground as my father finally came into the garden. His face turned from the smile of seeing his son and returning home to rest, to the dismay of seeing his last two precious chickens dead and me sitting nearby. He knew already who had done this. I said nothing. I will not lie to my readers, Gordi was beaten. But Terriers are naturally tough and resistant dogs so he took the few strikes and then took his chance to hide.

I helped my father dispose of the chickens and then sat by Gordi to defend him in case my father continued his rage. It was more for my father's sake than his. I did not want my dad to live with the fact that he killed a living thing in front of his son. So Gordi was defended and lives to this day.

I expected these were his last days in our house. But alas, my mother had the deciding vote and he stayed. Neither my father or myself wants him in the house. So why should he?
Whether he is my mother's pet or not, he killed 4 of my father's pets. There needs to some repercussions and compensation I think.

Though I find it hard to have any emotional attachment to anyone or anything but my father. I liked the chickens more so I liked that they made my father happier. Yet Gordi who makes no one but my mother -who mind you does not walk or feed him. That is left to me and my father- happy is still in this house. Every time I look at him I see his lips bloodied and crimson on his teeth. I am not saying he too should be dead, just not in this house.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate those that take it and don't loose anything.

I Hibernated Throughout the Summer

2010-08-12T05:37:00.000-07:00

Hello readers! It's been a while. I would tell you how long exactly if I had any sort of inclination to do so.

The title tells you the gist of why I haven't been posting. It's the summer holidays over here and because I am about to go into college I have an extra 6 weeks of holiday. That's right a 12 week holiday. That's more than a 5th of a year which is an insane amount of time to do nothing.

How did I occupy myself?
Well for one I got my lazy ass a job. I am now a working lad once a week which is fine and dandy. It's a horrible job but it's an easy job and I get paid so complaining isn't needed. Though I do it anyway.
I bought new manga, books and video games. I bought Starcraft 2 recently and lost myself in the madness of pure awesome.
I even recently managed to get a new loved one. Aww isn't that sweet, the cynical guy who hates the human race always gets the girl I'm sure that's how the saying goes.

Now you would expect any sane person to love having 12 weeks of basically nothing to do other than what he wants to do, when he wants to do it. Well the good thing is that I am no sane man.

At around week 4 I was already a little bored and loosing hope. Which is fine because I am always like that. But it came to the point where waking up on the morning started to feel pointless since I wasn't going to be doing anything productive with my time. I began to feel a great melancholy engulfing me.

With that happening I started getting involved in a lot more things. I threw myself into my writing/podcasting/voice acting/gaming and became a reasonably happy man.

Though I still can't remember much of the holidays. . .

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that bores me.

I'm Not on to Talk I'm on to Write Arrogant Blog Posts.

2010-07-11T13:58:00.000-07:00

Now if you haven't noticed it's Sunday so technically even if it is 9:34Pm I should be asleep right now.

There is a great deal of flaw in the concept of online text based chat in the fact that it can't be done simultaneously with anything you're doing as it so claims. You have to continuously go back and forth between whatever it is your doing and the chat window. Having a laptop next to you with all your instant messengers doesn't change that it just means there is less clicking of the left mouse button involved.

The main fact is that no matter what you still have to divert 100% of your attention off of what you're doing. Which doesn't help when you are say: Trying to be an arrogant 'better-than-you' on a blog or just reading an article.

The convenience really was out of the window when it started off on text and not voice where you only have to divert half your attention and can still use your eyes, never having to click on any other windows and just focussing partly on the one you're already on.

Now onto why the title is the title and why chat messenger is more inconvenient than you might think. I -and most people- don't log on their PC/Mac just to go on an instant messenger. I log on to check my youtube, play video games, edit videos or read things on the web. I might have a chat window open but it is not what I am on for.

So having a conversation on their is nigh impossible for me. I have often received complaints from people that I am impossible to talk to online. To which I reply: "Come to my house and talk to me in person than you hermit." Which is ironic coming from the young man who only leaves the house to walk the dogs.

Briefly I will ask that if someone wants to talk to me -or anyone for that matter- so much then why don't they just come over and sit with me and we'll have a real conversation? Is it just because they can't stare at porn when I'm actually in the room? Or if you are a girl -or some men- fawn over Justin Bieber pictures?

If a conversation is particularly interesting or someone on their seems interested in talking about something other than their high score on rockband or bitching about someone not in their circle of friends. Then I will dive in with my shorts off, but the fact of the matter is that a simple conversation about mundane and moot points isn't going to draw me in.

Now if I seem particularly cynical or particularly fond of the word particularly then that is just that. You may scold me and say: "Matthew however wonderful and charismatic you are, how can you say that?" But if you really look at yourself and your time on the PC you will also notice that you too aren't on the computer just to talk to people.

People that log onto computers just to go on MSN and talk all night are either an instance of one of three things:
a) Extremely lucky in the fact that they are satisfied with any conversation pointless or not.
b) Very dull.
c) Has a very dull life.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

P.S I noticed people don't seem to get my sign out. It doesn't mean I hate life at all (Hence the words "I don't") or that I think my life and everyone's is stupid. It means that I dislike it when a human being with the potential to be intelligent decides to be a moronic buffoon and waste their life away.

Black pudding ... rather anti-climactic I'd say.

2010-07-03T12:21:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone! It's Sulky Saturday and the sun is still shining to fit with the whole summer theme over here.

As my Mother and Father are away for the weekend my Grand-Mother decided to take me out for a meal, I obliged because free meals are nice and I love my Grand-Mother. (Shut it I do love some people!)

We went to a place called 'The Three Nuns' A nice little place that does good British meals. I ordered the same thing I ordered 6 months ago: An all day breakfast without the fried eggs. It was delicious and wonderful but I noticed something had been added since the last time I had eaten there. It was black pudding.

Now if any of you out there haven't heard or read about black pudding it is essentially a sausage made entirely out of the blood of a pig. It's extremely healthy and high in protein, so it's all round good though many people don't eat it because of the obvious fact it's just completely made of blood. Not many people are a fan of just eating thick slightly chewy blood. 'Sept if you're a twilight lover and only eating it because the rest of your fan-club does.

I too had never eaten it, not because it was blood, no. I just had never thought to ask my parents to buy one or ask for it in a restaurant in case I didn't like the taste. Today was different, it was coming with things I knew I wanted to eat. So to hell with it I thought, it is time to eat some black pudding at last.

I can't truly describe the way I was disappointed. It was a mixture of melancholy and strange expectations not being met. Now you would expect either one of two occurrences:

A) It tasted awful and everyone around me was right even though they had never eaten it.

B) It was delicious and it was just another thing that people were too stupid to try.

Neither of these happened. Not in the slightest.

Black pudding, if I was asked to describe the taste. Tastes just like sausage. Without a shadow of a doubt it tasted just like the hundreds of sausage I had eaten over the course of my life. It was like tofu made to taste just like beef. Just as tasty, but a million times more healthy.

This disappointed me because it meant people were eating something they found delicious, but a healthier and almost exact alternative stood around the corner. Not eaten because of how it was made. It also meant that all men and women that said and still say it is delicious are basically liars. Because what they should say is: "It just tastes like sausage really."

I have never seen a coin land on its side so perfectly. No one was right in this debate. Even if I was a huge fan of sausages -which I am not- the people who said it was delicious were still lairs. Because that says to me it has its own unique flavour, which it doesn't. It tastes like sausage.

- Matt

I don't hate life.

I just hate life that is stupid.

Close but no cigar!

2010-06-17T12:43:00.000-07:00

Hello my lovely readers! It is the Thursday of .... I don't think there is a word for sadness or anger or disappointment beginning with Thu. Oh well! It's Thursday and that's all that matters.

It was only mere minutes ago that I got the idea for this post. Thanks to the one and only Weird Al Yankovic and his song 'Close but no cigar' hence the title.

Now the song sings about a cat that has been with many women and can never seem to settle on one because of very small reasons. Such as: Using the wrong word in conversation and failing to realise it, Owning a copy of an awful DvD and having one earlobe bigger than the other.

I began to think how common this is in the real world. Not just among men but among women as well. We all like to pretend that when all of our relationships that ended, ended because of awful arguments or horrible catastrophes. Sadly, more often than not it is just over something trivial such as -see above-

It's strange how something so tiny can ruin your love for someone. Everything can be perfect for you: She could be smart, funny, cute but not overly attractive, a fan of anime and silly sit-coms but not childish ones, in love with the oldies in music like the ink spots and just a little bit shorter than you. But if she misses just one of those things it could be dyer for the relationship. The reason for this I am not sure of.

A lot of people say you just power through that stuff, but sometimes it just doesn't work. Maybe there is such a thing as fate and it isn't exactly what qualities a potential partner has, but the fact that it is that person. Who knows, eh?

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

What odd thoughts we have, no?

2010-06-11T03:33:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone it is 'F£$*&!% Friday' and what a glorious one at that.

As many people around the country I had a maths exam today. Happily enough I finished 30 minutes early and spent the next 15 minutes checking over my work and the last thinking. What those thoughts were I will share with you today.

Because of a mishap I have been trying desperately not to think about someone and sadly in exams that's all I've been able to think about other than the work at hand. So today I tried a new tactic and thought of a song. I imagined the band playing that song with their trumpets and what I presume would be a banjo if I hear it properly. Though even this failed when I began imagining that person dancing to the song in an admittedly odd fashion.

I attempted to counter this by filling the area they were dancing in with many other people and only their forehead was in view. Eventually this began to work as I started to imagine that bloke in the white suit doing disco dancing and all the fancy moves while everyone watched. I don't know the name of the particular move.

I continued to think about this and then thought about Ross Noble's joke about the only reason people made the circle was began the disco ball was actually a very large sparkly poo and they didn't want it to land on them. Which obviously is an undesirable thing to happen. And the only reason the man was still dancing was because he wanted to see how long he could dance underneath it without it falling.

But that's just one train of thought, a lot of the time I will think about anything. For example I once wondered that if the guy to the right of me's head exploded if I would have to retake the exam.

A common thought I have every exam is I begin to imagine what it would be like to suddenly grow wings. How everyone would be in shock and awe as my back burst with bones and feathers. Blood leaking from my shirt as I writhed in pain, then flew off laughing to myself.

Or that no one would give a shit and just keep on working until the end of the exam when everyone would crowed around and ask why I have wings.

Although I would always attempt to sleep when I am done with the exam; I would never be tired enough and my brain would run whiled. Constantly coming up with strange ideas and imaginings that often make me wonder if I am still sane or not. Though that really doesn't have to be debated these days, but that is for another day.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

Holy crap this is a post? Where did these things go?

2010-06-02T02:54:00.000-07:00

Greetings my loyal readers, you all look well. Have you been working out? Oh that new hair looks so dashing on you.

Now that the pleasantries of being reunited are out of the way, let's get on with things.

Today is as always a Weepy Wednesday. The weather is pleasant and my new shirt is comfortable and I am off school until Monday. Even though I will only have to go in for three lessons due to the nature of exams. So it isn't all that weepy.

Everyday when I walked to school, I stop at my old primary school and await the people I walk with. I simply stand at the gate leaning against one of the walls. Nothing special.

Every morning I will see the same parents drop of the same students early so they can go to what is called 'Kids Club' to await the school to open its doors. Now none of this is exactly special but I will get to the point. Now among these students is one young boy probably in his last or second to last year of primary school. Each time I see him, he looks at me and I look back at him. None of this was aggressive or bemusement, we merely acknowledged each others existence.

Now one morning I decided to mix it up a bit. I smiled at the lad, not in any sort of weird way. I just felt like saying 'good morning' without saying the words. The surprising thing was that the boy did the same; he smiled back at me. From then on every morning the boy has smiled at me before I have even really woken up to do the same.

The point of all this is that there is still hope in the younger generation. As you may all know more often than not people that are younger than you -no matter your age- aren't exactly the easiest to get on with. Especially the newest generation of kids. The new 12-14 bracket has become a large group of disrespectful morons that think they own the world. Now I couldn't give a shit what they think because it's always funny to see people like that have their egos crushed when they realize the Earth revolves around the sun and not them.

Anyway, yes there is still hope. The youngest of this generation are still to some extent respectful of their elders and know their place. The only thing is we have to encourage this behaviour. Reward a child for being polite and chastise them for being rude. Also the big kicker is this: don't give them everything they ask for.

Parents seem to think that they have to be one extreme or the other. Just go with something and give them 1 out of every 3 things they ask for. And get them the second most expensive. Then work out an actual way to just say "no" every now and then.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

It's hot! This is England not Spain!

2010-05-22T04:40:00.000-07:00

Hello my fine feathered readers, it's the Saturday of Solipsism and a beautiful Saturday of Solipsism at that.

Now England has been going through what I consider awful weather. Now most would consider it sticking around 26 degrees fantastic weather. Not me.

I loath the heat, I'm not a sadist and sit in the freezing cold, no. It's more that I hate forced heat. When I go outside and instantly start sweating and feel that a T-shirt and a pair of jeans is far too much clothing. I don't like it, I mean who would really?

I can understand the appeal of a nice sunny day and sitting on a field with your friends; chatting about all the strange things you like to talk about. That sounds lovely, but I don't need to be drenched in sweat for that, there can be clouds in the sky for a day like that to occur.

Now back on to forced heat. I like the cold for the main reason:

You can always put on more clothes, if you go outside naked people will through rubbish at you. So I like the cold for the opportunity to get warm. But when I am forced to be hot and cannot do otherwise I begin to get a little peeved.

I like coming home from the chilly walk home from school -that wasn't so bad because I had my jacket on to keep me warm- and quickly grabbing a hot chocolate to warm-up even more. Then diving back into the cold to walk the dogs.

I do not like:

Coming home drenched in sweat from a hot walk home from school -which was made worse because not can I not take my shirt off when walking home I would not have the self confidence to do so anyway- and being hit by a wave of heat from a house that has been roasting up like an oven for me all day. Then soaking my dry throat in juice only for it to become dry again in the next few minutes. Then having to go back outside -after changing into clothes that will not really give me any benefit against the heat- back into the heat to walk the dogs.

But I do admit that I do enjoy feeling cold too. The sensation it gives me as a cold breeze blows past my ears which are getting redder from the cold. The strange tingle on cheeks every time I breath. Also, who doesn't love seeing their misty breath float in front of their eyes?

Obviously I know I'm in the minority when I say I want it to rain all year round, but hey. Something about it appeals me. Not in a depressing manor, rain just looks nice.

- Matt

I don't hate the heat.

I just hate the extreme heat.

Please stop you sound like the Borg!

2010-05-11T09:30:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone it's the Tuesday of Turpitude as usual and I have something to talk about as usual.

Something strange I have noticed in my classes throughout the years. Mostly science class.

As you all know in classes we are taught to memories things and then be able to spiel them all off during an exam with a reasonable understanding of what they mean. This is very common of course and it is the best way to learn things through repetition.

Though it is terrifying to see this kind of thing in action. Today in science class was yet another example of this indoctrination. Our teacher was giving us a run through of the chemistry module and was asking the class questions.

She would ask a simple question or to explain something such as:
Explain the affects of a catalyst on a reaction...

Then almost half of the class would reply in a monotone drone:
It lowers the activation energy thus more particles have the activation energy therefore there are more successful collisions in a given time.

Now hearing a large group of the class say this in the same terrifying tone is, well, terrifying. From then on I just had pictures of everyone with pale skin and machinery sticking out of them saying:
"Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated."

Now I have little idea on whether this is a bad thing or a good thing but it still scares the crap out of me that even though the human mind is so powerful. It can be taught to spiel stuff off like a computer. Are we all truly that impressionable at our teenage years that we can be moulded and morphed by any adult into what can be described as an indoctrinated slave?

Now I am not saying adults are evil before someone sends me an angry email. I am saying that it is just scary how impressionable the mind is.

How can we call ourselves superior?

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

I'll just read along because you aren't a psycho

2010-05-09T04:46:00.000-07:00

Well hello everyone, isn't this just a lovely Lazy Sunday? For me it is. By most people's standards the weather is abysmal and moody. While to me the weather is perfect. Not because I am morbid and love grey skies and rain. I honestly just prefer grey skies and rain, for some reason it is nicer to me than the blazing heat and blinding light of a sunny day.

As I rode home on the bus this morning I once again observed the world passing by for inspiration for a blog post. Now the first thing I want to talk about is this:

I got on the bus and at the same time two others did, one of them was a woman in her 20s who was in my opinion rather attractive. Now I sat down first and even though there was probably over 13 seats on the bottom floor alone the woman chose to sit behind me. Now I have no delusion that she was into me or anything. Mostly because she waited at the stop with her partner. But I did however feel extremely complimented.

Someone sitting behind me on a bus says these two things:
A) I don't smell bad.
B) I don't look like a psycho killer.

Which are things I love having confirmed. Because quite frankly if you like being either or both of those things then you have a problem on your smelly homicidal hands.

To keep myself from going insane on the bus I listened to my music and read my favourite monthly magazine. While I was reading the magazine out of the corner of my eye I could see the woman sat behind me was looking in the magazine's direction. Which I thought was awesome.
A) Because it confirms woman like nerdy things.
B) The woman didn't feel threatened by me.
Now I would not have believed she was really reading my magazine until she got off and the next stop another reasonably attractive woman around the same age got on. Once again they sat behind me. Once again out of the corner of my eye I could see them looking at the magazine.

Now that either means my thumbs are amazingly interesting or that woman can be nerdy and be attractive. Though both of those things have already been confirmed.

I bow down to you nerdy girls, you are all beautiful. As you play video games and watch anime. What is more beautiful than that?

- Matt.
It's Sunday piss of I'm sleeping.

Communism, there's some logic to it.

2010-05-07T14:17:00.000-07:00

Olah everyone. It's what I call Friday of Fallacy and the title may have put you off if you are American, or if you know anything about politics.

Now I will admit I know next to nothing about politics but I do know the odd tid-bit. Now obviously I should explain the title. Communism, the basic principle is that everyone is paid the same wage no matter what job they do. Now this is obviously impossible in practice because there would be no ambition, there would just be ten million Spank Monocles workers all earning the same wage. But there is logic to this idea.

Again I will state I know very little about politics and even less about communist politics, this small bit of info is all I know about communism other than the fact that if you say that word in America, all heads in a 15ft radius will explode in fear.

Now back to my point. Throughout England and even the world, we see people being paid thousands of pounds for doing very very little. A lot of these people have earned their money and full deserve their right to sit back and enjoy it, but most of the economic sponges that plague the world are nothing more than ... economic sponges that plague the world.

I'll start with the obvious one. Footballers; I know not what the story is over in the USA (Even though you're not playing football, you're playing rugby with pads on you cowards) but over here footballers are paid incredible amounts just to kick a lump of leather around once every week or two.

We have players getting paid millions for what they do and what they do is fuck all. A lot of the players; with the money they earn from a match could put that money in a high interest account and live off the interest for the rest of their gold plated toilet lives. What kind of justice is that?

There are two problems I have with this:
A) Rugby players put a lot more effort into their sport and get paid poorly.
B) Every other job on the planet requires more overall excursion than being a footballer.
So why do they get paid so damn much?

I asked an actual football fan this question was essentially told this.
"Because it's such a popular sport and their is such a huge gross income from tickets and merchandise, they need to get paid this amount of money."
Which I understood until they didn't truly give me a reason the football players were getting so much. Yes I understand it's a popular sport, I love to play but I think anyone who watches needs to find something else to do on an evening. But why do the players have to get paid so much? There are so many better uses for the money.

If we took just around 50% of the money that goes into paying the players all over England, we make huge headway in so many scientific endeavours. We could put more money into solar, wind and tidal power. We could put more money into cancer research. We could put more public transport on the road. We could fund better education. We could support our country so much better.

It is ludicrous that these people should be able to soak up so much money they don't even need, while people like my father work their backs to the braking to support their family. Now I am not saying that everyone should get the same amount of pay because again that means ambition fails. But what I am saying is that all countries should seriously rethink their payment methods.

Now I know full well I will have pissed off a lot of people who like football, but what do you have to get mad over? I'm not saying it's a bad game. I'm not saying that the game should cease. I'm not even saying you should stop watching it. I am saying that football players shouldn't be paid as much as they do for doing practically nothing.

So anyone out their that loves football and thinks it is fine that footballers get paid millions of pounds a day for doing fuck all. Take a look at your pay check and compare it to a football players. Think of how much effort goes into your job then compare it to a football players. Then you might see it differently.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

Revenge is one thing but that's a permanent scar right there.

2010-05-03T11:40:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone, as you know it is The Melancholy known as Monday. Though if you're in England it's made better by not having to work or go to school today.

As I was perusing my facebook wall and glossing over the hilarious groups my friends joined because they think it makes a difference or it will make them cooler. I found one that even I was curious about. So in a moment of pure weakness I clicked on it. Though I did not join it.

It was a group called 10 Most irritating things women do during sex. Now I was curious because I didn't understand why a man would complain about getting sex from the one who controls such activities in relationships. Which I am not complaining about, keep it up ladies. Keep us on our toes!

Now this is not the source of my rant today, oh no. In yet another moment of weakness because I was unable to see these actual 10 things, I decided to have a look at the groups wall. Here is where I found an interesting page. Now some of you may know of this page. It is a page dedicated to a young girl named Lizzy. Who -safe to say- slept around and the lad who thought they were in a real relationship got very upset about this.

Now we all hear all over the internet about young men cheating on girls because girls tend to post this stuff on the internet and beg for comfort from their friends. Which is fair enough. Men don't do it because they fear it makes them vulnerable or less of a man. Which again is fair enough, most men just have one other man they can talk to about things like this.

When I say dedicated it brings up images of love and homage. But this page was far from that, we all know when some girls are heart broken they do make blog post, facebook comments, myspace bulletins or what have you about how much their ex is a dick head and deserves to be castrated with no pain killers.

On one last note before I tell you what was actually on the page, I will say I was also surprised to see a man do this. Not because it's girly, merely because it just doesn't happen often. Again because men don't like to be seen vulnerable. I am neither pleased nor saddened by the fact this guy made this page. But what he put on the page is not only different to the norm but very cruel.

Pornography! Over the years or maybe year of this couples relationships. This girl had sent the young man many a photo of herself without tops on and/or in provocative posses. (I placed in the and/or because I am not sure. It requires linking to this page to gain access to other pictures other than the first censored 2) And not only pictures. Oh no, from what the guy has posted on the page. There is also a video they made together or she made it on her own. (Again it required a linking count I did not posses)

Now I am all for revenge or making someone feel bad for hurting me. But there is a line not to be crossed in these sort of things. This is an incredibly cruel thing to do. This girls social life could very well be over, all her friends will know she did this and have a lot less respect for her. Every guy in her school will now be actively seeking her 'attention' possibly in a dangerous manner too. This girl from what the guy posted. Is humiliated and very distressed about this. What girl wouldn't be? She has become an infamous porn star.

Now I know you're all thinking.
"Matt you hunky word master! She cheated on this guy, she deserves what she gets."
Yes and no. If someone cheats and pays the price of loosing the relationship. That can be painful enough. Also then having to go through the horrible stares and hateful comments is soul braking. Loosing your reputation further is awful no matter what year of highschool you're in.

Sorry I'm letting to much slip about myself here aren't I? Moving on!

But having all your friends and possibly family and thousands of people country wide seeing such dirty pictures of you is traumatizing. Also there is a video that this girl has to live with being on the internet. This has serious implications.

Not only is it detrimental to her social life. But also to her future. These pictures are very easily spread further across the internet and it wouldn't be hard for the manager of a workplace to see these pictures and refuse to give her a job. It sounds impossible but it could happen.

As I said. There is a line to be crossed and it was bounded on the day that guy made the website. Many of us have accumulated pictures like the ones this lad had of this girl. But upon the collapse of the relationship they should have been deleted and forever forgotten. Not put on a website for all of facebook to view.

Now if any of you know of the website I am speaking of then make sure you post on their wall what sick bastards they are for viewing the pictures and what an ass hole the guy is for doing that. If you know the guy personally, give him a good punch straight in the crotch and say it's from every girl on the planet with an added signature from me too.

A message to you all.
If you are in possession of pictures like this and plan to or already have used them as revenge. Think about what you have or are going to do. Stop it, get rid of them. It just isn't worth it. Not only will her social life be ruined, but no one is going to think highly of you after you do this. Revenge is painful for the receiver, not a killer. If you really need to serve the fine dish of pay back. Find another way.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

So lovely yet spoiled by something small.

2010-04-27T09:37:00.000-07:00

Well hello there everyone. 'Tis the Tuesday of Turpitude and I am here to complain about something transitory and hollow.

It's spring my followers and England is unusually hot on some days. So on the way home from school today I decided to make use of the £1 I had on me and buy myself some ice cream from a fast food restaurant that shall not be named for now be referred to as Spank Monicles.

I was enjoying my treat of plain ice cream covered in small bits of chocolate. It cooled me off in the hot weather and who doesn't like ice cream? It's delicious.

But as I got to my street and was almost done with my delicious treat. I got cramp. A horrible pain at the side of my stomach that ruined my treat for me because I knew it was the eating of ice cream while walking which gave me the pain. This put me at mixed feelings.

The day had been slow.
Nothing much had happened.
I have some strange feeling in the back of my nose.

I had gotten the ice cream to cheer me up. I normally would get jaffa cakes to do this but today; it was hot and I wanted ice cream from Spank Monicles. Having this treat ruined by as something as annoying as a cramp kind of made getting the treat redundant.

If we knew the treat we were getting was going to be ruined later on or that if we got the treat we would go through some sort of pain or bemusement. we wouldn't get it. We get treats to cheer ourselves up not to go through more pain.

Now I fear that this not uncommon and I and you will forever make the wrong choice for a 'pick-me-up' and just make the day that bit worse.

Though I must admit I did love the ice cream anyway.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

Hostile? I'm not hostile. BAM! Die mother frogger!

2010-04-26T09:42:00.000-07:00

Greetings all it is Melancholy Monday and I yet again am to tell you something you needn't know but like to read because you have a strange fetish for British writings.

Sleepy Sunday held an event I did not inform you all of. My dog ran away. I was not very broken up by this as we have only had him a short while and he was not the most pleasant dog to walk after a long day at school and a long walk home. None the less it was nice having him come up and sit with you on the couch when you were watching telly craving just a pat on the head while he laid himself on your lap.

So when I got home today from school and went to the kitchen. Imagine my surprise when he was sat on his bed. Well you would be wrong to imagine my surprise because I simply continued getting my drink and left, shutting the door behind me.

Now you might think that because he ran away and came back I would be a lot more loving and lenient with him when he tried to pull my arm off when I was walking him. I would sit with him for ages and stroke his belly enthusiastically.

No.

The strange thing was was the fact that I was unusually hostile to him. Every little tug of the leash he made during the walk I would be ever tempted to pull hard enough to snap his neck. I had to rein myself in and make sure I didn't do anything I would regret. For some reason just looking at him would bring me a feeling of disdain. Which is odd. Because people have to be stupid for me to look at them and me feel disdain.

Why this was I don't know. I have no reason to feel anything about the dog other than contentment. He is a nice dog most of the time if not a little young and I'm sure he will continue to make me chuckle and smile with his idiocy. So why today did I feel such hate?

When I contemplate on it I can say this has happened before with people. More often than not they have done nothing wrong and I have not actually said much too them. But one day I will feel utter hatred for them. I reassure myself and say this is normal for someone my age.

But even if it is normal. Should it really be allowed? What if another teenager acted on their emotions and regretted such?

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

Okay I got nothing, wait! I can make a post out of that.

2010-04-25T05:53:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone it's Sleepy Sunday and I once again have an opinion.

As I was riding the bus home and hoping that on the way I would be stricken with inspiration for a hard hitting blog post that I could clearly explain my opinions and possible strike a reaction from someone.

Now there were a few things that I saw.
A girl with bleach white make-up on her forehead but very little from the side of her eyes downwards. Which I thought was quite disturbing but also funny.
A woman with such tight jeans that I wasn't sure whether to be turned on or sympathetic for her ass cheeks which were most likely bleeding from the tautness and tenacity of those tight fitting jeans.
There was also the thought that at that moment someone could be reading my mind.
But none of these things I thought of seemed to have much meat to them. They didn't seem to have the depth for a long blog post.

So instead I've decided to write about nothing. A whole lot of nothing it seems but still nothing.

Many writers in our time and before our time have succeeded merely by writing about nothing. Many newspaper columns are about absolutely nothing. They're about someone's thoughts about the world around them and what they think about the occurrences of every day life. People enjoy this because it's familiar.

The Japanese writer Nagaru Tanigawa made a strong career and fortune for himself by writing about nothing with a twist. His light novel series 'The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya' is filled with nothing. The main character Kyon would be doing nothing if he had not met Haruhi. His commentary about the moments where the group does normal things makes the reader feel at home and safe. It's familiar when he describes sitting in the club room with Koizumi playing a quiet game of Othello because we all know what it is like sitting quietly doing something simple with a friend or even someone your just acquainted with. Plus the voice acting of Crispin Freeman in the anime for Kyon makes the commentary even more fantastic.

Haruhi is nothing with a twist because the mundanity of life made interesting is interrupted by moments of sure panic, fantasy, awkwardness or all of the above. But it shows that great things come from ... well nothing.

Throughout the years of fictional writing or even none-fiction writers have been searching for the great epic to write or write about. Tirelessly searching for inspiration for a tale that will spin the minds of their people and turn nations with their life changing words.

But with the originality market almost completely saturated it becomes harder and harder to not bore your readers with something many people have said before you. So the smart money now is to find a unique way of writing about something that's already been done. Or trick someone into thinking what you have written is unique when actually the bare concept is for cliché and quite simple.

Take Avatar for example. Not taking into account the fact that the film was riding completely on its ability to make your mind bedazzled with all the pretty colours and pictures. Which fortunately puts me at an advantage because I can't see it in 3D due to eye problems so I can see what the film truly is. Pocahontas + giant blue people - Raccoon and Humming bird sidekick.

Of course the story was lacking but my point remains the same. This film has become a huge success on a cliché idea and unoriginal concept. Because it's familiar and a good concept.

Another one would be I-Robot. Robots become sentient and go rogue. Very familiar, very successful.

So I bring myself to a close with advice for all writers or even anyone in need of an idea. If you are struggling for a concept or idea, just go with something old and add your own personal flair or twist to it.

- Matt
It's Sunday, piss off I'm sleeping.

P.S Yes yes. The meat thing was a pun. Lads you can think about it and you'll get it. Ladies, don't think about it. You won't get it anyway.

Life through new eyes.

2010-04-21T13:07:00.000-07:00

Greetings everyone, it is Weepy Wednesday and today I will just be writing something I thought about. Not exactly a love or loath but I'm sure there will be some of both in it.

Today I was posed with a question, by myself of course. I don't talk to people enough for them to ask valid questions.

What would our lives be like if we were the other gender?

Now this actually comes up a lot in my mind. It's something to think about because our lives may be completely different or almost the same we cannot really tell.

So I tried to think about how much different my life would be if I was a woman. I am pathetic enough to think about what I would look like, or at least what I would style my hair as. I would wear a bit of make up because that seems to be illegal not to do and I would have shoulder length hair in a pony tail. I don't know why, that's just what I would do.

I contemplated on the thought of my personality. Would I be the same insane, cynical and spiteful person I am today? Or would I be a shy, quiet and book reading girl who only has a small circle of equally quiet book reading friends?

I ran through many of my life experiences and tried to change them and alter them along with my gender. But I can't see them being much different no matter who my friends are or what I have under the pants/skirt.

The main quandary I couldn't give even the slightest hypothesis on. Is whether or not I would have the close relationship I do with my father and be best friends with him or if it would be swapped over to my mother. I mean, my personality would be sort of the same but would I just talk to my mother more?

Now I know we are forced to say men and women are equal and your life isn't different no matter you sex. But it is. If you're a woman you have to go through the teenage stage of being leered at by horny teenage fuck-wits and then go through a similar thing in your work years. There are other problems but I don't see the point in listing these obvious things.

I look around my room and finish of my thinking on this by asking the final question.
"How different would my room look?"
This I have no idea on, but I doubt I would have so many DC comic figures all over the place. Or maybe I would? I shall never know.

Life is full of strange questions like these that will never be answered and that is the thing that weirds me out the most. Our one life is not even close to enough to sample all the world has to offer and then there are a billion different alternatives because there are billions of species.

Perhaps we do find all this out one day. We are given wisdom beyond our wildest dreams at death. We know life, death and the universe itself and that truly brings eternal peace.

No one will ever know and live to tell the tale.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

It's not my job dumb ass! I'm doing my best!

2010-04-20T09:20:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone it's the Tuesday of Trepidation and it's time to get away from the lovie dovie shit and move back onto something I loath!

I think many a time in our lives we have all been asked to do something were are no better than average at doing to help someone else and possibly yourself in the process. Be it physical or mental. From writing an essay to moving furniture around. It has happened and will continue happening for the rest of our work-rest-work-cook-work-marriage-work-children-work more-sorrow-retire-death lives.

Today was one of those days. Well yesterday too.
On Monday I was asked to play piano in a piece so that I could finish off my course work -accompanying piece was required- and help two other girls finish theirs. Now I am usually a singer or a guitarist and I am better at those two than I am at keyboard and piano. In fact, I am probably only average at piano even less maybe. But I agreed because the other two girls were singing already and guitar for some reason wasn't an option.

I had one hour to learn how the song went and play it as best I could. I did this and was corrected a few times by the girls on how they want me to play it. Hey that's fine I'm not perfect and I could use the help. It all ended rather well.

Today, I got into music and sat down. Low and behold later on I over-heard the two girls complaining about how I was playing it too fast and it was off. Then our teacher offers for their to be two recordings. One with me playing piano and one with the helping teacher playing. Already I was very insulted.

As we sat down to practice I was told to play, I started playing and immediately behind me heard a whisper of.
"That's wrong."
I almost slammed a fist through the creaky old piano then and there. I mean how dare they? Why not just tell me I am playing it wrong -which I was certain I wasn't- and help me out?

So the song got recorded and I knew I made a few mistakes but I wasn't going to play it all again because I was slowly slipping into an awful mood. So the class wanted to hear it. It was played and I attempted to faze myself out not really wanting to hear the judgements of all the people who think they know everything about music. Now my mood would not have worsened if not for when I heard the mistakes on the recording I saw one of the singing girls make the most pained face I had ever seen. I also heard a little bit of giggling from one of the yet other judgemental bitches in the class room. Though that may have been paranoia.

After all this, I didn't even get a thank you.

Now my problem with all this is the fact that they are expecting me to be brilliant on an instrument I haven't touched in at least a month or so. I mean what the fuck am I supposed to do with an hour of learning? I can't perfect a song in that amount of time on an instrument I'm good at let alone one I am sub-par at.

I mean if I am going to be picky about it. These girls weren't all that cracking at singing either. The stupid morons couldn't even harmonise. They were signing in the wrong key too. I mean come on, those are the basics and they even had more time to practice than I did since they found out about all this before me. So I would have expected better from them.

Also, I didn't expect people I was on good terms with to be such spiteful backstabbing cows. Now I am not going to say it's all women, no that's wrong. It's not even just women. Men are known to do it and I have probably done the same to someone else. Actually I can guarantee it.

Now it made me think how many times someone in a real job is asked to do something they are barely even deemed good at. How can we expect to be great at everything we choose to do. You don't pick up a guitar and get good.

You always start crap! Then you get better. That's how it works. I had started the piano bad, I have gotten better but I am not that much better. I'm not a child prodigy so don't treat me like I should be an amazing pianist who can play Bach's Prelude 21.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

I have nothing else to talk about.

2010-04-15T11:40:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone it is in fact 'The Thursday of Turpitude' and I have done nothing but make use of my holidays and do nothing! I did a little drawing as you can see here.

So let's talk about what I drew. As you can tell by the symbol on the mug and some of the give aways like rotting shoulders and soulless eyes. I drew an Undead from world of war craft.

This drawing took around 30 minutes with reference materiel. Just so you know.

Now the Undead have always been my second favourite WoW race going by history. They have gone through a lot of hardship and toil and come out with very little to show for it other than the ability to breath under water for longer and cannibalism. Oh and a morbid demeanour and a disdain for things that are living. But don't we all have that?

With the coming cataclysm I plan to play WoW again and play as an undead. A priest most likely because I like the irony that seems to bring.

The overall design for the Undead in WoW is very good considering their graphics and I think most of the good fan art for WoW involves Undead. I think everyone no matter how morbid or cheerful they are is interested in a walking, talking corpse with feelings. Mostly because it's the thought that they used to be one of us. One of the living. The idea of life after death is fascinating, terrifying and wonderful all at the same time. The opportunity to live again and right our past wrongs or just go on to make more wrongs.

It always makes me wonder what I would do with the opportunity to live again. Most likely very little. The first thing I would do is eat someone because hey, why the fuck not?

With no need to eat sleep or perform other 'functions' I would forever roam the world spreading my word. Handing out pamphlets that merely say

"You're an idiot, stop it."

Just for the sheer hell of it all. Obviously I would do a few things that benefited man kind. What they would be and their significance I don't know. But I would be forever living and have the opportunity to do everything.

But then comes the question, will I get bored? The world is forever changing and I will get to witness all the new technologies that come out. But will I eventually be un-surprisable and even un-entertainable. What would become of me then? Would I give up hope and donate myself to science or would I go on a killing spree? I shall never know until I die and find out if I am going to be an undead.

- Matt

I don't hate life.

I just hate life that is stupid.

Oh it's so atmospheric! What so we can breath in it? .... No.

2010-04-13T09:29:00.000-07:00

Greetings everyone! 'Tis 'Tuesday of Trepidation' and I am here to for the firs time talk about something I like on this god forsaken rock we call home.

Atmospheric music is something that has been used ever since we discovered the stuff. It dates back far beyond records and has forever been praised and loved by anyone who likes music.

It really took off when the harpsichord was born and used for many events. Someone would sit in the corner and play while upper class folk would explore the room and converse with other snooty types. Or it would be played and people would dance there stranger step by step dance.

From there it progressed through time and eventually was used in films.

In films it helps set the overall mood of the scene. It will cause you to empathize with the main character. Stood in the rain, abandoned by the one he loves, saying nothing, just looked after her, willing her to return. It will make you smile as the owner is finally reunited with his dog.

Without atmospheric music, horror films would not be nearly as scary. They would merely be flashing images of a half eaten man or a deranged ghost child. The music is what makes you clench tightly onto the arm of your company. It's what makes you grab the nearby cushion and hold it up just under your eyes.

All your most cherished film watching moments will be the moments where the correctly chosen music has been chosen to accentuate the scene and make it memorable.

Also the new trend is using it in video games. Why do I say new? Because it was done very rarely in the early days of the playstation 2. I say rarely, it was not completely lacking in it. As years have gone by and many game companies have decided their video games should be 'cinematic' they have scoured the earth for wonderful music to put in their video games.

As you slowly walked down the corridor, the violins start of quiet and begin to build. The corridor suddenly begins to feel just that little bit smaller. The lack of movement in front of you turns you around to check your back. Still nothing. You were sure that shadow wasn't there before. You reach the end of the corridor and reach a door. You take in a long breath before pressing the 'A' button to open it.

Now without the music, that fictional scene from a video game would not have occurred. You would have merely jauntily trotted down the corridor with no fear of a slow hobbling creature of the night that may or may not even be there. Think back to when it was most intense in a video game. Be it a multi-player FPS or a single player horror. The intensity was created by the music. It is what makes your heart pound and yearn for more.

Now its not only the video games after you have bought them that they play a wonderful tune for you to loose your mind in. Oh no, marketers are very clever. They choose just the right song to make you want to buy the game and find out what happens after the trailer.

A perfect example is not only one but two of the gears of war games' trailers.

Gears of War 2's trailer featured 'The Sound of Silence' By Simon and Garfunkle and it fit with the theme of the game and was made sense for people that had played the first one. The trailer features Marcus running through a destroyed and rainy city. It ends with him staring into the darkness as locust (Not the insect.) begin to surround him.

Gears of War 3's trailer which was released today features 'Heron Blue' By Sun Kil Moon. A heart retching song that makes you almost weep just by listening to it. The song not only made sense if you had played both games. But fit to the mood of the trailer. It begins with the sight of what seem to be the remains of human bodies. Pure ash still shaped like the bodies of those that are no more. We see Dom run through these bodies and around some. He eventually falls and looks upon the remains of a woman holding her child in her arms. The song already seems to make sense. But as the ash is destroyed by a locust trooper and he lays his head down giving up. The song truly is the only song that could have been in this trailer.

The trailer ends with Delta squad -with a few new members- fighting off not only the locust but a brand new terrifying enemy. Now I am a great fan of the story of gears of war. The games are great, but I would rather it all just be a series of novels. But this trailer makes me want to buy the game whenever it comes out this month. Sadly I have no Xbox 360 and will not be playing it any time soon.

- Matt
I may love this.
But I still hate life that is stupid.

What no love OR loathing this time? Weird.

2010-04-09T13:38:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone and as you know it is 'Forlorn Friday' and today I am not going to be ranting of what I hate, what I loath, what I love or what I adore. No today I just want to talk about a medical condition that I am sure has an actual name but the name I have coined myself. I think.

Character Empathy

Character Empathy is the name I have given to a certain quirk some -or even all- people suffer from.

It is simply the condition in which people act like a character from a film, book, anime, cartoon, story, tale or their imagination. Not in the usual sense of impersonating someone for another's amusement. More in the sense of just becoming that character for no actual reasoning.

A person becomes so engrossed in a character's personality that they adopt traits of that character themselves permanently or otherwise. Certain quirks of this character become their own and affect the way they act around others.

For example:
A person has read a book for the evening and their mind has focused on a certain character. Say this character is very sarcastic, they naturally retort to some statements with a comment that could be considered rude to most. The brain focuses in on this trait and adopts it. The next day this person awakens and throughout the day people notice a change in the person. He is a lot more sarcastic and often demeaning to people. This is character empathy.

I myself hold this 'condition'. I have notice many a time that after reading a book or watching some sort of programme. I will adopt a trait of the main character. Be it all of their personality or just a segment of it. I have no wish to be these people and I do not notice I am doing it until it has been done and it is too late. Sometimes it gets me in trouble and most times it goes unnoticed. Unless people are just weary of commenting on it with me.

This can be caused by a few things in my opinion.
First off is a dissociation with the world around you. You feel that you do not belong and thus take on traits of characters that you perceive as more appropriate for the world around you. This may not be from characters but the people around you too.

A counter argument to this point would be that environment shapes the personality and even appearance of the human. Now this is true to a certain age. But after the age of 16 I feel the personality is if not fully developed at least fully possessed by the human and therefore can only be shaped by the human themselves and not those around them. Unless significant trauma causes a massive change in lifestyle then an outside force may change the personality.

Next would be not a dissociation with the world around you but dissatisfaction. You feel the world is dull or uneventful. You begin to idolise the lives of characters in books and movies and thus adopt their personalities in a futile attempt to capture their lifestyle. The mind feels that if they become this character the world around them will morph into a more interesting place.

Now the question is. Is this a concious choice or sub-concious. I am not entirely sure. If I was asked I would say it is a mix of both. The concious choice being the person saying:
"I wish my life was interesting, like that guy's"
And the sub-concious choice is acting on that statement to satisfy the mind's need for activity which it does not feel it receives from reality.

The final cause of this could just be that the mind finds the character interesting, and merely wants to imitate the character as a show of flattery.

A prime example of this would be married couples. Two people that almost become on personality. Their consciousnesses do not meld but they both adopt traits from the other. The wife is a bit of a clean freak so the husband tends to take slightly better care of themselves. The husband is a business man so the wife tends to think more logically. These are not obvious occurrences but if you observe closely enough you will notice them too.

The question that is posed by all this is whether character empathy is a mental illness or simply a quirk that is held by some or maybe even all individuals. Or perhaps it is what all personalities are based on. That no one person is truly themselves, they are adapted from what their minds finds interesting and valuable. If that were true that would depreciate the value of all life and minds because no one would be truly unique. We would all be altered copies of a few individuals.

The decision is yours. Is character empathy truly a part of all of us? An illness that some have that must be treated? Is it a blessing that only some have been lucky enough to be given? You decide.

It's on my head! How could you not notice? .... You have no idea how vacant I am do you?

2010-04-07T12:12:00.000-07:00

First off on this 'Weepy Wednesday' you might have noticed I no longer post daily. Why? Because the world sadly just doesn't present its stupidity in obvious manners which is also the point of my post today. Sort of.

As I was walking the dogs today I noticed something new. It was the same route I always take but with a slight variation that occurs probably 4 times a week sometimes more.

Now as I walked past the power station I noticed a sign on the large metal gates. What the sign said was not important but the fact that I have lived in this area for around 13 years and seen this power station gate well over a thousand times and I had yet to notice the rusting at the bottom sign with my towns name on it shocked me. Almost.

When I saw this sign I instantly said to myself.
"Well that's new ... wait, no it's not."
And then thought to myself how often men don't notice things.

Throughout my life I have been given many examples that my fellow rib givers don't tend to see what is in front of their eyes. Simple things like a class room being painted or a girl getting a hair cut. To really big things like their partner owning a brand new car or their couch being missing.

Now when I thought about it I realised this is pretty common knowledge. Most men seem to acknowledge the fact that they are blind to everything but:
A) Breasts and bottoms.
B) Money.
C) Their hobby of choice.
D) Food.
E) Good manly films.

Now note that I said most men seem to realise this. Not women. No I have learned through observation and experience that women do not know men are blind to what I listed. They expect us to see the minute of the world and comment on this.

Here's a prime example of how a situation where a man is blind.
Girlfriend walks into room. "Hey baby!"
"Hi, how are you."
"I'm fine."
"Good.
"..." Stern look.
"Something wrong?"
"You can't see it?"
"See what?"
"I can't believe you can't see it."
"See what?!"
"My hair!" Point to hair as if he doesn't know where it is.
"What about it?"
"It's been dyed."
"Oh." Man finally notices that the woman's hair is red rather than blonde. "I'm sorry."

Now I would be inclined to sympathise with women on this issue but after so many years they might learn that men are blind to those magic 5 things.

Yes men could be a little more observant especially with things like a change in hair style or colour. That doesn't mean we should notice when women get tiny tiny studs in their ears that are partially covered by hair and not even shiny.

To the women of planet earth. You all need to learn of man's ability to be absolutely vacant. You look at us and see a caring loving partner that will notice and compliment your new dress. No. That is not how it works. In reality we are essentially a box with a lump of grey matter with the 5 things written on it. I shall remind you of those 5 things.

A) Breasts and bottoms.

B) Money.
C) Their hobby of choice.

D) Food.

E) Good manly films.

Simply put. If you come home with money in between your melons, a good film in between your ass cheeks and a pizza balanced on your new hairdoo we are going to notice.
Walk into the room wearing your new red dress.... okay we will notice that because we'll know you expect us to get off our asses and go dancing. (Which isn't bad guys, don't knock it till you tried it.)
Come home with your hair sightly adjusted and a little shorter we aren't going to notice. It just isn't going to happen.

- Matt.
I don't hate women.
I just hate what they expect from me.

P.S If you didn't get the joke in the 4th paragraph you need to read a little more about religion.

Oh it's not cheating I'm just helping you along but don't tell anyone.

2010-04-01T09:20:00.000-07:00

Today is the Thursday of Turpitude. It is a day for rejoicing because I am on school holidays and can relax and unwind. Also clear my own mind of the hatred that dwells in my heart for that blasted place.

Now throughout the year in the class Triple Science. We do these things called ISAs which are like little exams involving experiments. At the end of these are tests. Everyone did reasonably well in these tests.
The ones that tried at least.
Now our teacher is very keen on getting us as high a grade as possible and has made us do different ISAs so we can get better grades. Now this is all fine and dandy. Until it fell on me to go with the teacher with a few others for what I thought was tutoring.

Now you may have already gotten the wrong idea but I assure you this is all legal. To an extent anyway. Now once we got down to the room he handed this small group their ISA test papers or in my case a blank one for me to do because I was ill the day of the exam. This was fine, I assumed I would do the exam and they would be told what they did wrong but this was not to be.

All of a sudden the teacher then get's blank test papers and carefully opening them up with a staple remover. He hands certain blank sheets from said papers to the other students. (During all this I was doing my test quietly and ignoring what was now obvious to me.) He told the students to redo those questions. Now at first I thought.
"Well if they got it wrong before what will change if you just tell them to do it again." Oh how foolish I was.
The teacher then began 'advising' the other students on what to write.

Most would think either two things in my position.
A) Shut up stay quiet and just do the test. This way I don't loose my marks for saying anything and I did it all myself without help so I am not in the wrong.
B) Cash in on the gravy train and get me an A*

Now I was a little different. I was very blunt in telling the teacher what he was doing was wrong and illegal and I thought it was bad. He was very polite but a little nervous in saying.
"I'm not doing anything wrong, I'm just teaching you the stuff again."
And allowing them to go through their exam and correct things, really? That's not illegal at all?
He also offered me help but I told him no and made deathly sure he didn't look at my test paper as not to tempt him to say what was wrong or right.

If I am not going to get an A* from my own merits then I don't want it. (I got a B in the end. On my own I might add.) I think it was wrong that the teacher would think it is okay to help the students cheat. I don't think he deserves his job if he is going to do that. He is supposed to guide us not throw us at the grades.

This all reminded me of Mass Effect 2. A line from it is. "We think all races should self determinate." Which is essentially saying all races in the universe should advance in technology and sociology themselves. Not be given advanced technology from a super being and just taught how to use it.

Now I understand the teacher merely wants to help me and the rest of the students get the grades we want. But he should trust in our abilities and teach us the best we can. If we fail it is not his fault but our own.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

You see I was late because my car got hit by a meteor and then a cat chewed my feet.... Yeah.

2010-03-30T09:43:00.000-07:00

It's 'Tabloid Tuesday' (Shut your face there aren't any words for Bad or Evil beginning with T other than turpitude) and I have -as always- something to rant about but if you had gotten tired of this then you wouldn't still be reading my post.

Now recently we switched to daylight savings time. I was not aware of this and ended up being one hour late for school. I walked into my English class and apologized and just said.
"Daylight savings."
Then I went to my seat.

What I thought almost as soon as I sat down was how crap an excuse that really is. How many people around the world must use that as an excuse for an extra hour in bed or something. I was truthful when I was late because I am one of few that is forgetful enough to forget when time moves forward and backward.

It got me thinking. People use extremely bad excuses all around the planet and there is no real reason to do it. Some people whom improvising comes naturally to are quick on their feet and able to come up with a logical excuse in moments such as.
"I'm sorry I had to get gas and some idiot had stalled in front of the exit."
But then comes the excuses I hear at high school.
"Sorry I'm late, I woke up right and went for a bath but the bath wouldn't work so I had to try and get it to work and I gave up then went for a shower instead cause we have two bathrooms like and then I realized I was late and I couldn't catch the bus that runs past my house so I had to get a lift but I couldn't get a lift etc, etc, etc."
Now there is obviously a big difference. One goes on for a long long time and the other is short and simple. You can tell a liar when they overcomplicate things.

Now I am not hear to teach people how to lie so I will get on with it. Many people just use the cliché excuses that are 50-50 chance of working or not. Which I don't mind but I will get onto this in a minute. But when someone tries to improvise and fails it just annoys me. Not because they are lying but because they are just doing it so badly.

If you know you can't think of something good why lie? Or at least just use a cliché. If you are a bad liar then don't try and be a good one. It isn't something you can improve on unless you pick up a fucking book and read more often and learn to deal with nerves.

Now the next thing I need to query is. Why lie in the first place? Unless you were really doing something that will get you fired just don't bother. I have seen people who have just gotten caught in traffic lie because they are just so nervous. It's just pointless.

Just tell them where you were.
"You see. I was at home, sleeping on my couch with chocolate all over my face. Why? Because I think this job is shit, the people are morons and the pay is crap. I really don't like you. Can someone get me some wine so when I look at you I don't cry?" That works right?

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

Your top 20 friends? Isn't that a little rude?

2010-03-28T16:41:00.000-07:00

Now even though it's Snoozy Sunday I do have something to rant about today as you may have guessed.

I was looking on my facebook and noticed one of my friends - whom I feel I should delete following my rant about facebook friends and picking them - had a picture called 'My Top 20 Friends' Now that just sounds mean to me.

Not from the title, no obviously the people in the list are quiet happy they were picked and are silently gloating to the people behind them. But what does seem cruel or at least strange to me is the fact that you could rate your friends. How could you say which friend is the best and which is not the best but still great? I mean it is very easy to pinpoint the best friend you have and the worst but not the ones in between.

I mean I have some shitty friends and I have some good friends. No one I'm especially close to. I consider all my friends to be on an equal playing field to some extent. Each one has done good and ill towards me so I tend not to rate them with a number. If I sat down and thought about it I could pinpoint a friend that has done the least ill towards me and stood by me. If he reads this blog he knows who he is but I couldn't honestly say whom is a second to him or whom is a third. It wouldn't be possible.

Now it's not just the fact that I'd find it hard. I would honestly find it rude. My friends know they are my friends so why would they need more? Why would they want to know that they just aren't as good as someone else in terms of friendship to me? Obviously you read this and say.
"Oh but Matthew it's just a bit of fun. No one thinks anything of it."
But I think it does. I think on a deep level they are effected by this and it hurts them. A lot of them are even hurt on a more obvious level and show that you have offended them by numbering them. I think doing something like 'My Top 20 Friends' effects how people treat you and how you are seen as a friend.

All my friends are number 3. The reason being that there is no number one. Everyone has done good and bad and it levels out like the natural order.

Why do you have the right to say who of your friends is the best? Should it really be up to you? Your best friend is never the person you think it is. Your best friend is the one that doesn't need to say he/she is anything more than your friend. He/she is the one that just stands by you and talks to you. A friend who has saved your life. But abandoned a hundred times over when you needed them. Is nothing compared to the friend who has always been there for a nice chat before you leave school or work.

You should not put your friends on a list from highest to lowest or vice versa. You should put your friends in one big collage of names.

- Matt
It's Sunday why am I even awake?

You want an opinion on it? Listen to what the teacher says then!

2010-03-25T10:00:00.000-07:00

It's Thursday of Turpitude! And once again I have something to loath and moan about.

Now as we all know. Teenagers are probably the most opinionated people on the planet. I can say it. I am one. I know. I have seen it! Also I'm a prime example.

Anyway. Teenagers like to have an opinion on anything. Especially in religious studies. They will contradict the teacher or ask strange questions to confuse her. Now what I don't understand then. If they can have such strong opinions about religion why don't they try understand it more? Listen to what they are being told and develop an actual opinion with experience under its belt.

If teenagers listened to what the teacher taught them they might learn something they didn't expect. They might begin to dis-/believe. Which is their choice and they would have a reason to agree with themselves other than.
"My parents hammered this opinion into me at an early age."
Like it or not at this age that's more likely than them developing an opinion on their own because that is how it all starts on both sides.

It seems a pubescent tradition to have on opinion without knowing the facts but that shouldn't mean it has to be. What I don't get is why no one seems to bother with this one subject. We have a nice and friendly teacher whom is very -too much if you ask me- forgiving and is very well versed in the subject she teaches. If everyone just got on with the work and tasks the lesson would go by much faster and would be more enjoyable.

But instead it seems it is more appropriate to slam on the desk with your blundering hands of no future. Or ask strange questions that may even offend the teacher. Or just sit in a group and completely ignore the teacher and treat her like a waitress at a restaurant.

Religious studies is probably one of the most interesting subjects because it is all down to your own interpretation. If you don't agree with something you can question it and learn even more. You can take ideas that you believe in from multiple religions that give you peace of mind and create your own religion in your head. Sounds rather strange but people do it. They don't name it and make a building for it subsequently then forcing their views into the minds of small children. They just keep themselves happy until they lay their head to the ground or teach their children these ideals to live by.

So this is a message to all teenagers out their that sit in R.S/R.E and giggle, laugh and mess around. Grow the fuck up and get some work done. You want an opinion people will respect? You have to learn about the subject first.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

P.S
If you are one of the lucky few that listens to my show. My co-host Kim Leo has finally set up his blog. Check it out via the link and enjoy.

Oh you're so naive and you just don't know batman.

2010-03-24T11:49:00.000-07:00

Something odd -but definitely not a bad thing- was noticed today on Weepy Wednesday.

This odd thing was the fact that Batman came up in many conversations today. I had a few conversations specifically about Batman and sometimes he was just there like a big cloaked topic of awesomeness. But I will get into why I mentioned this later.

The first thing I don't like or really just find funny. Is naive teachers. I have a teacher that is a very happy person and loves to chat with the students and be friendly which is fine. When appropriate as I have stated before. But the thing is, they are still a teacher and we are still students so there is going to be this 'rank' barrier between us at all times. But the strange thing was that this particular teacher didn't seem to realise this.

Today they were talking about one student who, when she was being moderated for a new job. Made comments such as.
"Oh -blanked for safety- I don't normally get -blank- but when you explain it to me it makes perfect sense"
And.
"It's a pleasure and an honour having you teach us and I am going to miss you when I leave."
Now from the get go I could tell that this student was mocking the teacher and was making these sarcastic comments because she was being moderated and watched not because the wanted to help her get the job.

Now I don't know if they realised that they were being mocked and somewhat ridiculed. But from what I saw and heard they had not realised it. Mainly because the teacher then thanked the student for saying such love things about them in front of the moderator. And said it was so cute the way he said it.

Why then when I am sarcastic to people do I not get praise and love?

Now my main gripe about the whole thing is that some teachers just don't see the true forebode of their job and the barrier between them and students. No matter how friendly they are with a student they will always make jokes about them behind your back. It just happens. They are the one that stands up at the front and goes on and on about something and yells at a student if they do something wrong. This automatically makes them a target for jests and jibes. This barrier will forever stand firm.

I am definitely not saying teachers should not be friendly. I find it a treat when a teacher treats me nearer to an equal and talks to me like my opinion and ideas matter. But all teachers have to realise at the end of the day. They are a teacher and I am my colleagues are students. That won't change until we leave school. Then they can be best pals if they want I don't care because then the barrier is gone or at least most of it is. Because they still will have been the teacher.

Now onto the whole Batman thing.
There is a famous poem by Simon Armitage that is named 'Kid' and from the bat it is obvious it is about Batman. The whole poem is about how Robin is unhappy being just the sidekick and not a partner.

Many Batman fans now would say this poem is about Dick Grayson who went on to be Nightwing. But there are several parts of the poem that say otherwise. From what I have devised it is a mix of all Robins from Jason Todd onwards.

Anyway, I was trying to explain this point to my English teacher and I noticed very quickly that she had no clue about Batman other than his name and sidekick. Which is sacrilegious if you ask me.

When I referred to Armitage using the 'Jason Todd story' she thought I meant the author. And again thought this when I mentioned Tim Drake and Dick Grayson. And she couldn't understand the concept of Robin leaving Batman to become Nightwing (Dick Garyson) and changing his outfit. Now it was the changing his outfit that seemed to dumbfound her the most.

This ties in very nicely to my first point. This barrier between students and teachers. Teachers will never really be 'hip' and into the same stuff as teenagers or kids. The rare few do love their comics or decent music. But they will never be able to really relate to teenagers even though they once were one. So why try? They should just teach the students and be friendly with them if they can. Tell students off when they have to be told off.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that's stupid.

Oh my lord that entire field is on fire! So ...

2010-03-22T12:54:00.000-07:00

For what I call 'Melancholy Monday' I will be talking about those stupid fuckers that think setting fire to stuff is cool. Mainly chavs.

Now anyone outside of England won't have to deal with the disgusting, drug taking, Burberry wearing, tracksuit bottomed, moronic space wasters England has dubbed chavs. But as you can tell, I don't like them.

Chavs in my town have grown quite fond of turning local fields, trees, buildings and rubbish bins into braziers and wiser men. For some strange and retarded reason they find this fantastic and a brilliant way to pass the time. I am all for sitting around a camp fire all night and staring at the pretty flames while my eyes slowly cook. But there is a difference between a camp fire and a whole field that is ablaze.

What get's into someone's that they think it would be cool to scorch a large segment of the land with fiery stupidity? Does burning dry grass give some sort of dizzying high that I am not aware of? Does it get them off? I know I've seen two sexy people get busy while a city burns in movies but that's fiction and fucking dangerous!

I don't understand this fascination with vandalism in general. Why do people think it is cool to brake things? It can't be that entertaining. Were their parents just wackos that raised their children to be as stupid as them? Who knows?

There must be something wrong with people that love to brake and burn things. Just go home and play some COD4 if you need your retarded violence fix of the day. You don't need to run the risk of getting arrested and going to jail for a quick buzz. Why burn something when you can virtually blow up a city and call someone a noob?

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

Sunday is a day of rest and drawing.

2010-03-21T05:17:00.000-07:00

Because Sunday is the day of rest even if you aren't religious. I am going to take this opportunity not to rant on Sundays.
I may post I may not. But I won't be hating on anything.
Here is a drawing that I spent a good 30 minutes drawing and a good 10 minutes coming up with the joke.
Now I am not taking full credit for this drawing. The original idea came from a WoW comic I read and I just drew it. I came up with the joke so I take credit for the drawing and joke but not the actual original idea.

(I noticed the E is missing on the advantage.)

If you are wanting quality art check out my co-host Mikuru's deviant art. You won't be disappoint.

- Matt
I'm sleeping get lost.

So you act like a five year old. But you don't like the snow?

2010-03-20T12:35:00.000-07:00

I am one of the many people out there in the world that just loves snow. You can make snowballs/men/houses/chairs/boulders and have a boat load of fun doing so. Every day school has been closed for intense snow, well I'm instantly out there with my boots. gloves, hat and scarf ready to have some fun.

But something has changed among my generation. People my age don't seem to like snow. Which I do not understand. Snow is something we only used to get back when we were 5 years old and a little above and now it's rarely even seen. So why on earth when ever snow hits the floor, does every teenager log onto face book and say?
"Fucking snow it's shit why doesn't it piss off and not ruin my day?"
I mean what the hell happened to the inner child? How can people not like snow? You don't have to play in it but why not go out for a walk in it? The world looks so much nicer when it is covered in a white veil of snow. There is nothing nicer than taking out a friend or girl/boyfriend for a walk in the snow. You have a nice chat and listen to crunch the snow makes under your feet.

Now I'm not going to just complain about people not liking snow. No this is more about people loosing their inner child. Which is weird for the teenagers I know because they all more often than not act like 5 year olds.
Well that's a little harsh ...
No most teenagers these days seem to have this strange way about them. They think everything they do is as important as what an adult does. What they talk about is as serious as inflation and what they think of on an issue has as much power in it as the will of Gandhi. What happened to the stage in between child hood and adult hood? Being a mix of neurotic behaviour over how you look and extreme awe as you notice the attractive member of the opposite sex for the first time?

Is this a choice kids are making.
"Okay, I am going to grow up and be a man/woman now!" Coming from a 13 year old?
Did I miss the memo when all teenagers were enlisted to drop their balls early or grow their mammary glandes before they should? Was I ill that day?

I find it scary that teenagers are on overdrive to grow up. I mean heck I want to get out of this horrible stage of growing up and go to college. But some teens are taking it way to far!

So here is my message to all you teens out there that think you should already be holding a briefcase and smoking cigars.

"Read the hungry caterpillar again. By a buzz lightyear action figure and hang it from your ceiling!"

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that grows up too fast.

It's hardcore man! Don't you understand?

2010-03-19T07:23:00.000-07:00

Have you ever tried to discuss something with a friend or colleague and they just won't listen because they are so far the other way? For example you are trying to discuss the benefits of a PC compared to a console but they won't listen because they are hardcore Nintendo/Sony/Microsoft fans.

If you can't tell what my hatred is aimed towards today. It's hardcore fans. Now I am happy for someone to really enjoy something to an extent they have posters in their room or listen to the music all the time or watch the film once a week. There is nothing wrong with that and I think it is great when someone is passionate about something.

But most people these days don't just love something, they loath anything that has nothing to do with it. I mean why if you are an xbox fan do you have to shun anyone that plays PS3s? Or jump into a conversation about 360s with a comment about how awesome PS3s are?

I find it increasingly difficult to talk about video games and console these days for two huge reasons.

1) They are such a hardcore fan of another game of the same type that they would not dream of being swayed to play another game. That anyone who plays the 'other game' must be killed in a brutal battle of the nerds.

2) They are such hardcore fans of a video game of a totally different type that that is all they play and whenever you mention a game you have decided to try out. There reply is a low, slow hum of. "Cool, I got a new high score on Guitar hero"

What is it that drives people to do something like that? It's not just in video games it seems. It's in everything! People have such one track minds on things that nothing else matters. What happened to having a wide range of interests and hobbies? Have we just thrown out the concept of a good civil debate now? I swear I can't have a friendly debate with anyone because they get so offended that I disagree with them they start swearing and leave.

It's like everyone wants to dramatise everything. As if there is a war going on between everything. They like to think that they are the soldiers of goodness and light and anyone that disagree are workers of Satan. Why can people not come together and realize that they may be passionate about separate things but without the other what they love so much wouldn't be as good.

- Matt

I don't hate life.

I just hate life that is stupid.

They're trying to help you! Are you just that idiotic?

2010-03-18T09:41:00.000-07:00

Throughout my school life. Or more so my highschool life - which is thankfully drawing to a close soon - I have noticed many a strange thing. One is that all students are capable of being disrespectful, ignorant, idiotic and undeserving of the education they are provided.

Now before you dive to the comments and say "Matthew you handsome flabbergaster! They're teenagers it's what they do!" I understand that teenagers are going to be a bit smug and up their own ass and think they are what the world spins around. But there is a limit to that.

Now today -and most other days- in my triple science class (Triple award. Not triple the amount.) is a prime example. We have a teacher I won't give his name... wait you know what I will! Craig Clarke, find him and laugh at his lack of ability to demand respect from those he is supposed to teach. Now whenever he teaches our class suddenly decides to throw all their regular habits -Those they have when our normal teacher is there- of being reasonably quiet and at least getting on with the work. They then decide to become the rudest, loudest and most disrespectful teenagers I'v ever seen.

One boy today was squealing the word 'sir' every 30 seconds. And the rest wouldn't shut the fuck up when our teacher was trying to explain something that would effect our grades in an upcoming test which contributes to our GCSE grades I might add so it's a big deal.

But what said earlier is that all students are capable of being little shits. And the ones I just referred to are regular in their idiocy and lack of sight for the big picture. So I'll give you an example of someone who normally wouldn't think of making such a disgrace of themselves. I won't give her name because I'm scared she'll hurt me. But when Mr Clarke teaches she becomes this giggling atrocity that can't keep her mouth shut long enough to do her work. She will constantly catch him on anything he has said wrong or that is remotely funny and say something ridiculous like. "You're so cute you're like a big teddy bear"

Now if she did this in every class it wouldn't bother me as much. But the fact that this one lesson and this one teacher totally changes her ethos of how to behave aggravates me to no end. What is it about this lesson and teacher combo that turns her into a babbling bug eyed idiot? This teacher is trying his best to teach us about a subject we chose to do and we are throwing his trust back at him with giggles and disrespect.

There are two reasons I see before me.

A) The experiments we do in Triple science induce a dizzying high.

B) Everyone really is just a disrespectful moron that deserves nothing but to be removed form the class.

I'd love to say the former, but sadly the latter is much more likely.

I see this disrespect for adults all over. What is it with teenagers that makes them think they own the world their parents provide? People like to blame T.V shows giving them ideas and the 'devil music' that plagues the planet these days.

No! Fuck off with those shitty reasons.

The ones to blame are the parents themselves. Spoiling their children by giving them everything they want and not even punishing them when they do something wrong. Parents need to get a fucking spine and not be scared to yell at their child when they do something wrong and stupid. But no they are all too scared their kids won't love them. A kid is going to get over being yelled at, but getting expelled from school or being banned from doing a GCSE exam because they told their teacher to fuck of they will not.

If you are one of the kids I am referring to. Then grow the fuck up and learn some manners. Yes you might not plan to be a xeno-biologist or any form of scientist but you chose the lesson so shut the fuck up, sit down and learn something.

- Matt

I don't hate life.

I just hate life that is stupid.

It's all up for interpretation but my word is law!

2010-03-17T10:22:00.000-07:00

Now it's pretty obvious to guess I am a fan of English as in the subject at school. It's my favourite subject and I think my teacher is a angel that has been sent to teach us the true ways of English. But there is one thing that bugs me about English as a subject.

The words "It's all up for interpretation and what you believe."

My teacher is a big fan of saying these words, I agree whole heartedly. More often than not I disagree with my teacher and I am geeky enough to sometimes pop by after school and debate something with her. But I have noticed something that pins my teacher as some what of a hypocrite. When a student in my class that -okay I'll admit it- isn't very well read or versed in the subject gives their view on a poem or story. Our teacher will retort with the need for evidence. Acceptable. The student will give evidence and although I may not agree with what they're saying I will understand how they came to that conclusion. Also acceptable.

But here's the kicker. The teacher more often than not replies.
"I do not agree with that." She will give evidence and reasons why she doesn't. Sometimes. A lot of the time she will have a heavy undertone of "I don't agree with you so why should I explain myself?" but will still be saying something simple like. "I'm not too sure how you got that."

Now this is normal. A lot of my friends or colleagues will not agree with what I say and give absolutely no reason why. Although that is aggravating it is acceptable.

But when an English teacher (A teacher of the subject not their ethnicity) constantly tells us that these poems are how we view them as long as we have evidence to support our views. More often than not just flat out disagrees with a student and does not give counter evidence. That is just plain stupid.

I'll make it clear that I think this teacher is an awesome teacher and is fantastic for a debate. But that is the one thing I cannot stand about her. Also some of the terms she uses (Scrubady-doo) are annoying but so are some of the terms I use.

A teacher is a human and makes mistakes and has their own bias but they should not be a hypocrite. If they are going to tell us something, they should not force a counter opinion on us either. It's as bad as a 40 year old smoker whom smoked since 12 telling her 12 year old daughter never to start smoking while having one in her mouth and another on the light up.

But this can also be put into other real life subjects. I.E what I mentioned about my friends and colleagues. So I tell you now, you do not have to agree with what I post on this blog. You merely have to bow down and surrender to my will or be smashed into a bloody pulp.

- Matt.
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

P.S If you are really that bad at English. I used irony to make a joke in that last sentence.

Oh on a side note. My co-hosts for the Walk Alone Gaming Podcast are both starting blogs to follow in my all mighty footsteps. Here is the lovely female co-host Mikuru's blog.

When did I say I watch cartoon pornography?

2010-03-16T09:23:00.000-07:00

Okay okay so every now and then something I love a great deal -anime- will come up in conversation. I will instantly confess the fact that I love the stuff. Suddenly people are looking at me like I told them I love to chew on my pet's tail.

"You watch cartoon pornos?" They will ask in a disgusted fashion.
"What? No!" I will reply. "I watch anime!"
"Yeah that's cartoon porn?"
...
No it isn't

Now is it just me, or is everyone who doesn't know what anime actually is, is a moron? No matter how many times I tell them that anime is not cartoon pornography. There is always someone that still has the wrong idea.

I mean, people my age have watched the old -back when it was good- pokemon cartoons. Some of them loved Dragon Ball Z and most thought that some of the characters were cute. Now when did everyone suddenly drop theri brains and start stomping on them? Does no one actually know the name of what they are watching these days? I will kindly explain to them.

"Did you watch pokemon?"
"Yeah."
"You watched Dragon Ball Z?"
"Sometimes."
"That's anime you retarded fuck monkey!"

I think from now on, at the beginning of every anime programme in the UK it should start in big bold letters.

'This is anime you are watching! This is the name for the style of drawing used!'

So that no one has to explain to the thick idiots out there that anime is not cartoon porn and is probably the best thing that came to cartoons since Tom and Jerry.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.

Only 50 friends on facebook.

2010-03-15T10:54:00.000-07:00

To start of the ride of hatred that will surely be a long one I am going to talk about facebook.

Recently someone asked me.
"Matthew, why do you only have 50 friends on facebook?"
Okay so here is the thing that really bothers me. 'Only' as if 50 isn't enough. Well for a start off, the people's friend requests that I accept are people I know. So that knocks off about 100 of everyone I knows friends list. Also I only add people I have regular conversations with or at least enjoy the few I have with said person. Knocking off another 100 and another 200 if you're in highschool or recently left.

What do I get out of adding 150 people that I don't give a shit about? All I get to know is that they play farm ville way too much and love to join groups that mean fuck all. The people I add are personal friends and people I am interested in knowing of their daily life.

Not that anyone uses facebook for its actual purpose. Which is to update friends on your own daily life. I don't see anyone actually doing that other than myself.

So I have 50 friends. Because those are the people I have in reality as friends. If you think that is a small number:
A) Fuck you. I'd be happy with one if they could hold a decent conversation.
B) Go through your facebook and count how many you talk to once a day for more than 20 seconds. And then pick ones you have actually even spoken to. Remove all of them and find how many are left.

- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.