Stats. Wednesday, Mar 19 2008 

Uncategorized foldered 3:15 am

I stumbled onto an interesting article today.

“In terms of numbers, an estimated 653,000 women and 546,000 men “encountered some form of violence,” Statistics Canada said.

The agency found that rates of spousal violence were highest among certain segments of the population: people between the ages of 15-24; people in relationships of three years or less; people who were separated; and people in common-law unions.”

I got interested around there, but the blatant focus on women seemed slightly sexist to me.

“The data collected show the nature and consequences of spousal violence were more severe for women than for men.

Female victims of spousal violence were more than twice as likely to be injured as male victims. “

Of course, they never defined what “injured” meant, but I assume it means visible injuries.

 

Blindspot/Invisible Bend Sunday, Oct 28 2007 

Uncategorized foldered 2:38 am

I was blindsided yesterday. Sitting in class getting ready to do my bi-monthly assignment, I decide to check my email;

“I’m in Alberta.  I had to leave.  I’m safe here.  I hope you’re safe there.

Love,”

I’ve read it as many times as I have read the last email you sent me that gave me a similar feeling of loss. The email you sent me December 29th, 2004.

only in dreams- gone. You’re goddamn right you’re only in dreams, you left me.

 

Now I Am Lifting Friday, Oct 26 2007 

Uncategorized foldered 8:35 am

I think I am over it. It of course is obvious and those that know should know the obvious.

I am romanticizing something that has long been exhaustedly so. It’s “perfect,” that is a perfect story; a broken girl to save, the one that you can forever see yourself with. The fact that there is no saving, nor is there a want for such, is the realization we must all come to; one that has taken far to long for me to associate with. I musn’t romanticize what I cannot have, but rather that which is attainable and healthy. You always want what you cannot have, a generalization I know too well, but have begin to shatter.

 

(Almost) Five Years Wednesday, Jul 18 2007 

Big Old Eyes and Friend and Pondering and boe and david bowie foldered 2:05 am

All I can do is listen to David Bowie… I don’t even know why. He doesn’t really have a significance in my life or in any of my friend’s lives, but it’s all I can listen to. Every time I open iTunes I think of listening to Big Old Eyes, but I can’t, not yet. I think I have to wait until the funeral, until I’ve heard it from him. It seems like the right thing to do. Nevermind, it is the right thing for me to do. That seems to be all I can say. I still don’t know why this happened, but that will remain unanswered; that’s how things work in this world. All we can do is torture ourselves and ask why.

All day at work, probably about once an hour, it just hits me and my eyes well up. I don’t think I’ve really had tears fall in maybe a day. I don’t know why, but it feels like a form of survivor’s guilt. It doesn’t make much sense because for someone to truly have survivor’s guilt, they have to be there to experience the death… but I just feel like if someone like Ryan died, why am I still here? He could have made an impact on the world, I strongly believe it.

 

Starmen. Monday, Jul 16 2007 

mourning foldered 11:51 pm

All I can do is listen to David Bowie and think of nothing (my instinct when typing out “Da” does not follow with a “v,” but rather with an “r”). If it means anything; if I were to choose someone for you to move on with, it would have been him over anyone else.

We’re in this together now, not that we weren’t before, but it’s solid now. Reminiscent feelings came and came. We were in it together, 2005 and so on. Sleeping on telephones, discussing our feelings and lack of, we’re in it together. You comfort me more than you’ll ever know, but I can comfort you, too. Reminiscent feelings take place. And so it goes.

To say goodbye is never easy, my friend, especially when it’s forever. I will remember you for more than your Red Truck and ratty old Cowboy hat, B.O.E.F.B: R.I.P.R.S.C.

 

A Man Without A Country; Saturday, May 5 2007 

DRM and HDDVD and Lawsuits and RIAA and Shit and Trademark and balls and freedom of speech foldered 10:06 pm

    1) DRM licks balls.

2) Free speech is dead.

3) 09-f9-11-02-9d-74-e3-5b-d8-41-56-c5-63-56-88-c®*

*i.e.: this is getting ridiculous.

 

Dear Sony, you bunch of motherfuckers: Thursday, May 3 2007 

Stupid People and acid and al quada and ass and dead animals and decapitate and goat and marketing and sony and tit and video games foldered 7:57 pm

    Anyone who is anyone knows that Sony is an underhanded, plain-old shitty company that uses “controversy” to market their products.  Their recent idea to promote God of War II, the decapitation of a goat, is probably the the lowest attempt at controversy thus far.

Electronics giant Sony has sparked a major row over animal cruelty and the ethics of the computer industry by using a freshly slaughtered goat to promote a violent video game.

The corpse of the decapitated animal was the centrepiece of a party to celebrate the launch of the God Of War II game for the company’s PlayStation 2 console.

    When is Sony going to grow the fuck up with their marketing ideas. I can only imagine a board meeting at Sony Corp: “Uh… uh… why don’t we ’sacrifice’ a goat to promote God of War II … it’d be great.”

Next to their obviously racist advertisements, the white versus black PSP ads, and their just plain idiotic ads, the “cheaper than a girlfriend” ad for the PSP as well, Sony has really outdone themselves this year.

I find nothing wrong with the overtly violent game itself, but actually harming an innocent animal to promote it is not only ridiculous, but inhumanely cruel.

 

 

The 00’s is the Sexual Revolution Thursday, Mar 1 2007 

Porn and acid and ass and conservative and life and poop and taint and tit foldered 1:06 am

All I am hearing is fucking. Ass fucking, cunt fucking, tit fucking, pit fucking. Dick sucking, taint licking, cunt sucking, ass licking. Men in snake-skin thongs crawling over a mountain of good pussies to fuck a leaking wet asshole.

Porn is fake sex, but can sex be faked? He’s really fucking that.

 

The Fish Are Scratched Up Lies Tuesday, Feb 6 2007 

Blogroll and British Columbia and Porn and Shit and Shite and Stupid People and acid and advertising and alcohol and ass and beer and conservative and fall out boy and faux-hawk and hot lunch and lsd and mohawk and poop and poser and punk and punk rock and rock and taint and tit foldered 1:11 am

 

 

      I’m fucking sick of it; by “it,” of course, I mean faux-hawks, and “fucking sick of it,” I mean “fucking sick of faux-hawks.” I know, I know, David Beckham had one, he’s hot, Jude Law kind of had one, he’s hot… and so on. They, however, are rich and powerful and can do whatever they want when they want. You, however, are not.

The pure indecisiveness that comes along with one is really what gets me. The faux-hawk is, obviously, the brother of the Mohawk. The haircut of the punk revolution. You could consider a faux-hawk to be a watered down mohawk, but that’s even giving it too much credit. The notion that a faux-hawk is “punk” is completely absurd.  I guess it would be like calling a band such as “Fall Out Boy,” punk. It’s rediculous.]

“I can be punk and put up my faux-hawk when I want and I can keep it down and be conservative when I want.” If you were decisive, you’d realize that you can’t really be either of those together.

It’s called “faux” for a reason.

 

The Body Sways Thursday, Jan 25 2007 

Porn and Shit and Shite and UNBC and ass and lsd and poop and school and spenny and taint and tit and university foldered 3:36 am

Essays, essays, essays. 500 words, 2 pages, 5-6 pages, 1500 words, 3-4 pages, 750 words. They’re due January 30th, February 6th, and February 8th, respectively. I guess I’ve got a go on the second one, currently about 400 words in, but I’m not entirely sure what to do with myself. It may sound like an empty complaint, but I want to play my Wii and I want to play my DS. I’m going to be lacking free time in the next couple weeks, also considering that I have a mid-term for Math 152 next week, which I’ve done next to none of the assigned assigments.

Back to school (no pun intended), the “mature” students in my classes are on my nerves. I’m not certain as to how to deal with it. There are 35-40 year old Women in some of my classes, and not that I have a problem with older people going back to school/getting degrees, but I have a problem when that age becomes an outlet for pretentiousness. Laughing at jokes about husbands, saying a certain poem is “disgusting,” etc. I can tell when someone thinks they’re better than someone else.

“I don’t care how old you are, I don’t care how much smarter you think you are, and I don’t care to hear you laugh like a schoolgirl.”

 

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