Monday, December 26, 2005
Merry ^*&$$#*$ Christmas. I hope Santa kills you in your sleep. Or rape you.
Hooray for empty holidays.
Christmas, especially. Since Jesus WASN'T bon on the all-hallowed day (and ironically enough, it falls on a Sunday), and Santa is nothing more than a tool for the fucking rich to get even richer, it has become meaningless to me.
On a brighter note: China is setting themselves up a nice fat nuke.
Christmas, especially. Since Jesus WASN'T bon on the all-hallowed day (and ironically enough, it falls on a Sunday), and Santa is nothing more than a tool for the fucking rich to get even richer, it has become meaningless to me.
On a brighter note: China is setting themselves up a nice fat nuke.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
I hate bazaars. OH HOW I HATE THEE.
LeoCloud: I'm not made of Pheonix Downs!
Oh VGCats, OH HOW I LOVE THEE.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand.
I hate bazaars, night markets, whathaveyou. They suck my money dryer than that giant cockroach in your a-err.....
Yeah. I hate bazaars. There's bound to be one (and usually more) happening at around this time of the year. Damn you vacant consumerism, OH HOW I HATE THEE.
Bazaars play havoc on my savings. Especially when I'm trying to save up for something really awesome. Right now I'm trying to scrounge up enough for an artbook.
You might ask why in the Nine Layers of Hell am I not holding a part-time job to get it. The answer is simple: Ever heard of outsourcing? Part-time jobs are basically localized outsourcing. Pay the desperate peanuts and let the CEO reap millions. It's a sick world out there, the rich become richer and the poor becoming the undead.
Dammit, where's Lestat when we need him.
(Random insanity courtesy of VGCats. )
Oh VGCats, OH HOW I LOVE THEE.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand.
I hate bazaars, night markets, whathaveyou. They suck my money dryer than that giant cockroach in your a-err.....
Yeah. I hate bazaars. There's bound to be one (and usually more) happening at around this time of the year. Damn you vacant consumerism, OH HOW I HATE THEE.
Bazaars play havoc on my savings. Especially when I'm trying to save up for something really awesome. Right now I'm trying to scrounge up enough for an artbook.
You might ask why in the Nine Layers of Hell am I not holding a part-time job to get it. The answer is simple: Ever heard of outsourcing? Part-time jobs are basically localized outsourcing. Pay the desperate peanuts and let the CEO reap millions. It's a sick world out there, the rich become richer and the poor becoming the undead.
Dammit, where's Lestat when we need him.
(Random insanity courtesy of VGCats. )
