Why does it seem that things makes more noise when it's late and you're going to bed? For instance, if you go to bed at 10 or 11, it seems like a normal routine. However, if you stay up late and it's 3 or 4, then the sink sounds like 30 B-17's flying in formation ready to bomb the shit out of someplace. As you brush your teeth the sound from the brush against your teeth sounds like a bundle of machine guns firing away at advancing enemies. And when you finally flush the toilet it sounds like someone dropped a nuclear(try to pronounce the word, George Bush...) bomb outside your front door. And as you walk from the bathroom the floor starts making sounds like old floor boards that are in every fucking horror movie you can find, even if there are no fucking floorboards. And don't even think about going up the stairs, that shit will wake the entire neighbourhood(if you live in a neighbourhood that is). Maybe it's God's way of telling you to get your arse in bed earlier. I wouldn't be one bit surprised if this is one of God's little jokes, just like chiuauas or republicans or women's football. Although someone should tell him that the republican joke has gone a bit too far.
I've also been studying, or reading a book since the curriculum is litterature. Now on the list is Nick Hornby's "About a boy". Most of you have probably heard about the movie or even seen it, and 75% of those that has heard about the movie and/or seen it probably have never heard about Nick Hornby. I like Nick Hornby. His book isn't particularly good, I'd rather read Paul Cartledge's book about Alexander the Great or a lot of other history books, but I like him because he writes about Arsenal. Or, at least he has mentioned Arsenal in his books(see, I managed to get Arsenal in here as well). I can't stop picturing Hugh Grant as I read the book, obviously because he starred in the movie(I think. Even if he didn't, I'm still picturing Hugh Grant) and as I read the book I dislike Hugh "Picking up street prostitutes in LA that look like men" Grant(for God's sake, man. Get a call girl). The main character starts off as a lazy ass cunt who doesn't care about anyone. I'm not finished with the book, so I bet "Will" will(heh) improve, but that won't change my mind about Hugh "I have not learned my lesson about street prostitutes and I will continue to star in shitty romantic comedies" Grant. To me, he is still a cunt. He's actually more of a cunt than when I begun reading the book. Maybe some Brits will start complaining about me lashing out on their hero. If so, wait, for there is more about British celebs.
Last week Sir Michael Parkinson lashed out against the media frenzy involving Jade Goody(I will desist from making any word plays, for now). For those of you who doesn't know who she is, she is a woman who joined the British celebrety Big Brother, got cancer, got married and then died. There is nothing wrong with the last three of them(although getting cancer and dying is a bit sad), but joining celebrety big brother is just plain stupid, no matter how desperate you are. Those who join any kind of reality show should get a foot so far up their arse that they taste nothing but rubber for a week.
The critique here isn't about goody Goody(damn. Sorry folks, couldn't help it. I am an insensitive bastard) herself, but the media. Since I am no celebrety I can't go out in the papers and TV and say it, so I'm just gonna say it here. The tabloids and paparazzis are nothing but vultures. No, that's not fair against vultures. Vultures eat dead animals and helps reduce the spread of diseases. The same with maggots and flies. Tabloids and paparazzis are worse than this. They are the biological terrorists that sits in their cave and create a virus as they splatter ugly people's faces on the front page of The Sun, News of the World(although these two papers have some amusing headlines every now and then) and Se&Hør(as it is illegal to ask someone to do something illegal, I'm gonna say that I wish someone blew their building up to bits. I'm not telling anyone to do it, but I'm not gonna cry if it happens. I think I'll actually laugh. Feel free to laugh with me). I know it's too big a hope that someone will end this, so I'm just gonna hope I get to be a celebrety and can tell all these magazines that wants an interview with me to fuck off. I think that would give me a very good feeling.
Now, on to something a bit amusing. I found a clip the other day. It's football, but it's the more amusing part of football. Basically, it's Galatasary and Fenerbache players fighting on the pitch. I find it highly amusing. A quote from the page I found it was
Sometimes cunts just isn't descriptive enoughor at least something like that. Someone also noted that football shouldn't be allowed in some countries. I just found it highly amusing. Shows that Turkey is a really shait country, at least when it comes to club football and keeping order on the pitch. I think they don't use teargas enough on the pitch sometimes. I wote for the ref to get a vial of pepperspray to use on players that complain too much. Should settle them down.
Until later folks.
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