It's hot! This is England not Spain!

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!

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

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.