Monday, November 24, 2008

Pictures O' Bama

Barack Obama. Brotha can pose for a picture.





Seriously. He's art.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

READING'S FOR PUSSIES

So, recently I've been reading books and stuff (because I heard girls dig guys who can read word drawings). Usually when work is moving relatively slow I pull out a book that has recently been close to my heart. It's called World War Z, by Max Brooks. Now I'm not a literary expert, of the like...3 books I've actually read outside of class, this is one that's probably drawn me in the most.



It's about Zombies, hence the Z in world war Z. Now, I know anyone who's seen a zombie movie or whatnot kind of has an idea of how the story sort of unfolds. You wake up one morning, your husband's trying to gnaw at your neck, you run away, your kids try to gnaw at your neck, you continue to run. The entire town is trying to gnaw at your neck, you book it. Eventually you find people who are not interested in gnawing on your neck, and you try to survive against the homos that are into trying to get at your neck or whatever. World War Z isn't really so much about the neck gnawing homos eating the last of the humans, well I mean...it is. But it's more about the stories of the survivors, and their stories.


(Zombie vs. shark, totally unrelated)

The book is described as an oral retelling of the zombie wars. Which is, you know...right. I mean, it's basically a series of interviews with the fictional survivors of a fictional war against the undead (this format is perfect to pick up and produce a TV series of movie out of, I think). With most zombie stories, there is concentration on a specific part. Like, say for instance, a movie gives a breif explanation of how an outbreak has begun, it'll probably not extend it's story into how the survivors of the outbreak live their lives afterward. World War Z covers all the bases though, it characterizes a very realistic explanation of how the outbreak started spreading, it continues by discussing people's reactions to the outbreak itself, it even describes how the tide of battle finally turns in a way that benefits the survivors.

I still haven't finished the book, but it's awesome. You should read it, or I'll sit on you.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Yo.

I just had the best idea.















Smoreos. Waoh.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

About Face!

So, I signed up for my classes for next semester. Macroeconomics, Construction Materials and Methods, Sociology, and Chemistry, holla holla.

Chemistry is like my fisrt non-math based science class. I'm scared :O!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Also.

Also...

Taint Slaves

Pushovers, I hate them. Everyone has that one friend who's a "nice guy" who always lands the friend zone because girls don't like "nice guys". Well, tell your retarded, consistently single, "nice guy" friend to stfu.

There's a fine line between being nice, and being a pushover. Too many nice guys are really just pushovers. I hate that, seriously. Don't be a slave to the taint, you idiot.

Also, don't be desperate, I hate desperate people. Don't cling onto the first person that puts their hands out. Jesus, you're better than that, damnit. People probably just don't like you cuz you smell gross or something.

Also, I hate when people dress slutty. Put on some fucking pants, it's 30 degrees outside. Yes, your ass is HUGE, great, awesome, you can let people know that by actually wearing something to cover it.

Also, I hate bears. What's the deal with bears and picnic baskets?

Taint Slaves though, so many guys are taint slaves. It's not your fault ladies, or it probably is, some of you are total dick horders. You know who you are, but you're probably not reading this right now, are you? You're probably out there hording dicks. Fucking dick horder.

Dick Horders and Taint Slaves, there's too many of them in this world.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Potentially sweet pick up line:

I have never had intercourse...
I bet your mom and dad are probably really attractive...
Pretend you're my mom.
Your breath smells like pizza, I love that.

Stuff That I like: October/November

Music: Dr. Dog, Portugal The Man
Books: World War Z
Graphic Novels/Comics: Hellboy: Weird Tales
Artists: Ginette Lapalme, Michael Hacker
Games: Gears of War 2, Halo 3 (I'm finally getting into this on Live), Spiderman: Web of Shadows
Movies: Black And White



OH, CHECK OUT GINETTE LAPALME'S SWEET THREADLESS PRINT HERE. FOR EVERY PURCHASE YOU MAKE, THAT MANY MORE VIRGINS YOU WILL RECIEVE IN THE AFTERLIFE FOR MAKE A SEX.

Monday, November 17, 2008

ORANGEADE

FUCK ORANGEADE. what the hell is it? It's not orange juice, it's not orange soda, what the hell is it? Orange colored sugar water? That's straight bullshit.



Eff that, first of all. If I want orange juice, I effing drink orange juice. If I want orange soda, I drink orange soda. But when I want to be real psised off and stuff, and want to puke everywhere, I drink orangeade (I never want to do that, so I never drink it).

Now, some homo in my house freaking buys two things of Orangeade. Let me tell you how I'm feeling, betrayed. Someone dishonored this house by bringing that crap in here, and I'll tell you what, when I find out who. I'll blog about that too, so you better get ready because I'm typing this shit furiously, culprit.



Orangeade, wtf? I hate it. Lemonade? Okay, I can understand that, cuz lemons are sour as fuck, but orangeade? What the hell? Who are you that created this? Go kill yourself. BRB, wait, let me just wikipedia this, maybe it'll have your address, nevermind. I hate you, creator of orangeade, stub your face on a wall of nails.

What is it, for people who can't handle the taste of orange juice or something? What are you, a pussy? Go eat a dick then, you pussy.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Barack the Terrorist

What's wrong with being Muslim or Arab? Absolutely nothing. While I don't follow my faith actively, I've still grown up around the muslim culture. All terrorists aren't muslims, all muslims aren't terrorists. America shouldn't associate islam immediately with extremists.

Now the subject of this blog is pretty simple, people have tried to rectify why they don't like Obama by saying he's a terrorist, he's arab, he's muslim. That's great, too bad it isn't true. His faith is regardless, and besides don't we live in a country that's supposedly seperate from the church (or in this case the mosque). What do people truly know about islam? Obviously not enough to make a fair assessment.

People are assholes, and I feel like I need to set an example for my heritage. I used to be ashamed, and scared to even mention what I was. It's all because of people's perceptions and pre-concieved notions based on stereotypes and lies.

Barrack Obama isn't arab he's a family man? I understand the sentiment, and i don't understand the fucking idiot who would even say that. There are over 7 million muslims in America, that's a pretty hefty chunk, and if you can't handle that we're here and that a few bad apples don't account for the entire tree, Then maybe you should consider finishing that application for the Klan.