That really grinds my gears

For the past week or so at work we've been doing our stoplight installation thang under some serious high tension power lines. There's three separate tower lines running above this intersection we're doing, two of them being 550 000 volts, and the last one 220 000 volts. I don't claim to know what the hell that means in usable elctricity, but it's fair to say that voltage like that would skullfuck anyone who touched the wires directly.

But what I've learned as of late is that electricity can jump a helluva long way.
And it really pisses me off.

Just touching one of our pickup trucks (which sits on the raod about 5o feet below the lines themselves) gives you a nice little jolt of power through the old blood and bones. Not to mention the shocks you get when standing 25 foot steel poles. We did that part of the job today, and as I was standing near a pole, maybe 2 feet away - not even touching it - it felt as though someone was firing little rocks at my arms at high velocity.

It's all probably boring as hell to most people, but it's been turning my stomach and pissing me off somethin fierce. So I got to thinking of a few other things that are really grinding my gears these days.

1. Men wearing capris. I'm not talking long shorts or pants that are hiked up too high. I'm talking summer-fun capris. Fuck off you stupid metrosexual or emo or whatever bastards you wanna be labelled as.

2. Cats. My brother has moved out, but he didn't take his fucking 4 cats with him. And seeing as my parents are away this week, I'm stuck with the little fuckers. I'm allergic to cats, especially the type that constantly wants to be near me.

3. Blogger. I'd write on here far more often if this damn program allowed me to put up pictures. Something's seriously fucked, so I tried to set up a flickr account. But I can't get in cuz they claim my password is wrong and doesn't jive with my Yahoo account. So that's another pain in the ass. Maybe I'll just resort to Photobucket or something.

4. Being at home. The dryer is euchred and sqeaks like a mofo. There is zero counter space in the kitchen. I have to wake up at 6 a.m. everyday. The shower curtain billows inwards and cramps my showering style. All in all, I can't fuckin wait to get home to London, if only to hear Mather yell "beverages!" every time he comes home.

5. Shoes. I'm currently in the market for a pair of white shoes for school (that's right, they're not gonna be black for once) but seeing as I'm picky as hell, it's getting rather frustrating trying to find a pair that I really like. There's just so much shit out there these days.

6. Censorship. I like the new Panic! At The Disco single, but it's totally fucking ruined on the radio. Can't say whore and can't say goddamned, but you can say shhhh and ___damned. I wish those goddamn whores would just let the song play as it should.

7. Bands who think they're cool cuz they title their songs with ridiculously long phrases. Panic! At The Disco and Fall Out Boy stand out in this category, but it's not the bands I dislike, just the titles.

8. Kelly Clarkson posters. For the life of me I cannot find one anywhere. Hilary Duff just won't do!

9. The John-Man. I hate him more now than I did when I wrote my "Dear John" letter. So you can imagine how much I want to be done work, can't ya?

Findlay's Music Whore Survey

LONG Music Survey To Music Whores
Your 1-5 fav band/s or artist/s:	Matthew Good, Foo Fighters, Steve Earle, Joel Plaskett, Stereophonics
1-5 band/s or artist/s you hate:	Kim Mitchell, REM, Our Lady Peace, Guns N' Roses, Simple Plan
Your fav song:	Matthew Good - Weapon
A song you hate:	Puddle of Mudd - She Hates Me
The music styles you listen to?:	Almost anything, but mostly rock-based stuff
Music styles you hate?:	Rap, Techno, commercialized crap like boy bands and slutty girls
Ever been to gigs? What artists did you see?:	Tons... too many to name
Your fav album:	Lowest of the Low - Shakespeare My Butt
The first album you bought?:	Live - The Distance to Here
The last album you bought?:	Rise Against - The Sufferer & The Witness
Do you download songs/albums? Or prefer to buy the albums?:	I d/l songs to find bands I like, then buy their stuff
How many CD's do you buy a month/year?:	say... 2 a month? so about 25 every year
Current song you're obsessied with?:	William Shatner - Common People
An album you have at home and you are asmahed of/regreted you bought?:	Limp Bizkit - Chocolate Starfish and the Hotdog Flavoured Water
A band you love and you are (not) ashamed to admit?:	Kelly Clarkson
Your fav vid clip? (you don't have to like the song!):	White Stripes - Hardest Button to Button
Your fav combination of vid clip and song? (you like both clip and song).:	Matt Good - Weapon
The song that makes you cry?:	Eric Clapton - Tears in Heaven
The songs that makes you wanna party/bounce/dance?:	Alicia Keyes and Stevie Wonder - Karmastition Remix
The song with the most beautiful lyrics?:	Danielle French - Worthy
The song with the nicest title?:	MG's "The Fine Art of Falling Apart"
Best cover song?:	Steve Earle covering "Dead Flowers" by the Stones
The hottest/sexiest singer alive (or dead)?:	Dido
A gig you loved (even if you just heard/saw on TV)?:	Green Day in the summer of 05
Music for me is....:	A mood changer
When was the first time I relised I'm a music addict?:	when I spent over $100 in one trip to Sam's when it shut down
People who don't care for music are...:	missing out, probably cuz they're too ignorant to get past Much Music's countdown
Do you buy band's merchandise?:	all the time
Do you trade band's merchandise/bootlegs etc?:	no
This survey was (you can say):	difficult to find the answers for
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The next president?

Skin deep

So some big news in the JonBenet Ramsey murder case has come out today...
John Mark Karr has confessed to being with her when she died, but apparently he was in love with her and her death was an accident.

Gee, now America can finally rest easy.

I only mention this because I was wondering if anyone would give a flying fuck if this girl wasn't the next Cleopatra or whatever.



I'd wager that you never would've heard her name before.

Watching... ROACHES CLIMB THE WALL!!!!

Top 5 Albums:

5. Death Cab For Cutie - Plans

With their breakout album Death Cab has set the bar high. Their previous records are solid as well, but this one put them in the limelight. So great things are going to be expected next time around.
For this album there's not much to dislike. It's got solid lyrics and a variety of sounds coming from different songs, so it's hard to get bored. It's almost enough to make me want to pick up my guitar and learn to play the thing. Not quite though, I am extraordinarily lazy.



4. Steve Earle & The Dukes - Shut Up And Die Like An Aviator

This is the record that really got me into Steve Earle. I picked it up on a whim, and gave it a listen. And even though it's a live album, it's fucking solid through and through.
Granted, I've become partial to Earle's older stuff because of this record, but I'm really starting to appreciate his other songs as well.
Once you hear his cover of the Stones' "Dead Flowers", or his live performance of "The Devil's Right Hand", you just might want to pick up some of his other stuff too. At least that's the way it went for me - now he's in my Top 5 favourite bands ever.


3. Billy Talent - Billy Talent II

After all the hype of the first record, I didn't expect such greatness from the boys this time around. But they came back with a record that surpassed the old one with conviction.
This is the kind of record that wakes you up and gets ya moving.
"Red Flag" is a standout, but "Pins & Needles" is also great. It's good to hear less screamo stuff and more indepth lyrics on this record compared to the first.
Political undertones also add to the overall power of the songs, which is something I like to see.



2. Matthew Good - In A Coma

Granted this is a best-of compilation, but how can it be left off the list? Afterall, it is Matt Good. And anyone who knows me would tell you he's number one in my books.
The big hits potion is completed with a few new songs which happen to be pretty dynamite in their own right. He also included the Lo-fi B-sides and Loser anthems, which can be hard recordings to find these days.
And the acoustic portion is perfect for just relaxing and appreciating the lyrics. The nearly unrecognizable version of "Hello Time Bomb" is amazing, and the DVD is just an added bonus for the true fans out there. Especially the Hunting Rabbits video that's hidden in there.
All told, this is pretty much the definition of "mint".


1. William Shatner - Has Been

Dear Bill Shatner, you are a fucking genius.

I first heard his cover of "Common People" on Edge 102, laughed my ass off, and said to myself "I gotta check this out". So I downloaded a few songs and loved em.
After getting the full album, I really came to appreciate it. He doesn't sing, but his passion and spoken word additions to the songs are phenomenal.
In one song he details the suicide of his wife; in another he explains that he's only a mortal; and in another he ridicules the people who think of him as a has-been, hence the title of the record.
If you haven't heard his stuff, check it out. This record turned a washed up bum into a legend for me.


Top 5 Songs:

5. Coping - Futuristic
This track is on an album that took me years to find. I heard this song on Going Coastal or something like that on TV, and I knew the general tune of it, but no words. The band is small time, so I was only able to pick up the album when I went out to Halifax last year. Noticeably mint track.

4. The Foundations - Build Me Up Buttercup
On my Motown binge I got hooked on this track. It's not uncommon to hear me belting this one out around the house.

3. Steve Earle feat. Lucinda Williams - You're Still Standin' There
The first version of this song that I heard was a cover by Lucy Kaplanksy, but it doesn't hold a candle to Earle and Williams. I'm mystified that anyone could write such amazing lyrics that actually rhyme. It's almost like he didn't even try. And that's why it's so good.

2. Kelly Clarkson - Since U Been Gone
291 loves Kelly Clarkson. This is our house song, and we yell it at the top of our lungs whenever we drink.
Plus Kelly is hot. So please, no criticism.

1. William Shatner - Common People
Rarely do you see an old man (who cannot sing to save his life) release such a dynamite song. I'd never heard the original, so to me this one is the original. This turned Shatner into a personal hero of mine. Give it a listen and you'll instantly understand why.


Top 5 Movies:


5. The Beach

Back in first year a friend of mine told me to watch this movie, but I wasn't a huge fan of Leo and didn't pay it much mind. But after watching Catch Me If You Can, I gained a new respect for him. So I checked this movie out and I guess I watched it while I was in the right frame of mind (after all it's kinda fucked up) and now I suppose it represents something I aspire to do someday - leave the "normal" world and fly solo to see what else is out there.




4. Wedding Crashers

It's no Old School, but it comes pretty close. Vince Vaughn is amazing, as usual, and Owen Wilson does a good job to support that.
Two smokeshow sisters make this a movie that any guy would appreciate (not to mention all of the other hot chicks the guys get).
One disappointment - Will Ferrell. His scene with the meatloaf was too much, and he had to try way too hard to make it funny.
But I laughed my ass off, and that's why this one's on the list.



3. The 40 Year Old Virgin

I like the fact that none of the actors were well known before this movie. Carell is perfect for the roll, and he makes you feel his pain and awkwardness all through the story.
I didn't have high expectations, so maybe that's why I liked it so much.
Thankfully the cheesy ending didn't ruin the hilarity of this one.






2. The Life Aquatic

Now this is one strange film - it's full of awkward silences, and it uses an unusual form of humour that you don't find in many other places. After you get used to the narration and quirky music, the crew sets out on their voyage to find their mystery shark. Murray shines in this one, especially in the hostage and fight scenes. Add Owen Wilson, Willem Dafoe, and a bull-dyke... and that equals entertainment!
Mind you, this isn't a film for everyone. It takes a special mind to truly appreciate it.



1. I, Robot

I saw this movie at my cousin's place back in the winter, and I liked it instantly. I didn't give two shits about it when it was in theatres, but like most of my "favourites" in life, I seem to find them long after their prime. This movie has all sorts of cool shit - action, realistic robots who can do ridiculous things, high tech cars and gadgets, and a hot chick to boot.
Wicked entertainment that makes you appreciate how easily we can lose our freedoms if we're not careful.

...

Wealth

When you are remembered, even if just among a handful of family or friends or acquaintances, let it be for your decency. Know that all of us have faults, and that while we have had it drilled into us that we must endeavor to overcome them, that they are an intrinsic part of who and what we are. To despise such a real and natural part of ourselves only produces prisons of denial, and thus cities, nations, and continents of inmates.

We might be strangers you and I, but at what point does that deter our shared emotional realities from being exchanged? We all feel the same things, and yet the thought of honestly and openly conveying our emotions is seen as personal treason.

I remember it like it was yesterday. She leaned into the mini-van in which the band was waiting to return to the hotel. She grabbed my hand, looked me in the eyes, and thanked me for saving her life.

She was a complete stranger.

I had no idea how to react. I sat there in stunned silence as she quietly cried and smiled at me, my one hand firmly held between her two. It seemed as though hours passed between us, her standing silently on the curb, me awkwardly sitting in the seat nearest the door, my feet swung onto the running board, my bag in my lap.

And then, just as suddenly as it had happened, she dropped my hand, stepped back, security closed the door, and the van sped away.

I never saw that woman again, but on that night I became the wealthiest man in the world. And were I to have never written another note, sang another syllable, penned another story, or known another day, I would no doubt still perish from this earth contented.

Wealth is not measured by the size of houses, the speed of cars, the price of handbags, the trendy eateries and lounges frequented by celebrities, or the purity of the drugs that those who consider themselves fashionable funnel up their noses. That sort of wealth can be attained by simply being born the son or daughter of financially wealthy parents, climbing dirty ladders, or marrying someone.

Our acts determine our true wealth.

When someone says that they love you, and you know that they mean it to their very core, that there is no doubt in any cell in your entire body that they are unconditionally sincere – then you are wealthy. There is no question that, for a time, financial wealth can secure the placebo of love, but it cannot create it. It cannot manufacture true love, just as it cannot ensure or secure happiness. To give ourselves to others openly and honestly, and to conduct ourselves with integrity and concern for the feelings of others, even if complete strangers, represents the sum total of our riches.

As I sit here looking out the window, lost in the haze of summer twilight, memories, and the talons of despair, I see a city filled only with poor people.

And I wonder how that happened.

Aug 4, 06 - MG

Shake me, wake me

Lately I've been feeling unbelievably disconnected from the world.

It's as if I'm falling farther and farther behind on readings I don't even have to complete, and every day it feels like a mounting burden of absolutely nothing is piling up. I've been sitting on ideas for months and even years; never getting them on paper or the screen - it's all just a jumble of notes in my head that are starting to get lost under new ideas that soon become the old and the lost.

Last summer I was in a profoundly different state of mind. It's something that's very difficult to explain - like witnessing something spectacular and then trying to reiterate the event to someone else. It's as if you had to be there to see it yourself, or you'd have no goddamn clue what I was talking about. The words make sense and all, but you'd still have no sense of what I truly meant. It's very frustrating, but I'll do my best to explain:

I felt as if I understood the way everything in the world fit together. The pieces of the puzzle were all falling into place - I saw the mundane as valuable and the materialistic as weak. I saw people for who they truly were (not just the masks that they show the rest of the world), and the networks that connect us were finally starting to make sense in a large scale. I felt like I was hovering above the rest of the world just watching, and laughing at the idiots below.

Imagine climbing a wall of knowledge or understanding, but you know full well that if you reach the top your own weight would send everything crashing to the ground. Well I climbed and climbed, and just as I reached the top to stick my head over and see what the other side held, I chose to jump off backwards and quit. The unknown on the other side was more valuable than anything, but the risk of collapse seemed all-too-imminent.

And man did I ever hit the ground hard. In the past year it seems as if my once impermeable values and morals have come apart at the seams. I've found myself in situations that I despise and I've wasted so much time, energy, and money on things that once meant nothing to me. I used to be above the commonplace and cliche, but I've slipped onto the level with the average.

Things are undoubtedly on the rise, but even now the things that once lifted me above everything are failing to have their impact. I miss the good old days when I could sit there and listen to the History Teacher albums and travel to the ocean, or 1 York, or back to my youth - in an instant. I miss having dreams at night that didn't disappear a few minutes after I awoke. I miss the times that I used to sit down and actually finish a thought before I got bored with it and had to find something else to occupy me. And I miss the contentment I used to get from a single song or movie - now it's almost like I need to be listening to a song, watching a movie, and playing a video game while reading a book - all at the same damn time.

The world seems to be slipping past me as I struggle against the current. With so much happening in the world, and so little drive to comment on it, it's hardly any wonder that I write on here so infrequently. Every time I sit down to write I get sidetracked, or bored, or frustrated with myself, and I usually just quit.

The one thing that's been helping a ton is the oldschool Motown bands. The Foundations, Four Tops, The Temptations, The Supremes, Stevie Wonder, Otis Redding, Smokey Robinson, Ben E. King, and Aretha Franklin can work wonders if your head's off in space.

I highly recommend you check that shit out.

We fall asleep as the world falls apart

The above picture shows Israeli children writing messages on bombs bound for Lebanon.

In sitting down to finally write about the recent events in the Middle East, I don't really know where to start. With the Hezbollah kidnappings? With the Israeli response? With the rockets flying back into Israel? With the media bias? With Iran's involvement? With the lack of international peacekeeping? With the diversion of attention from Iraq and Gaza? Or maybe something else all together...

I guess I'll start with the word hypocrisy.

The US is supposed to be an ally to Lebanon ever since a democratic government has been in place, yet they're supplying the bombs for Israel's attack. Granted, this government hasn't been able to control Hezbollah, but it's rather diffucult when the strongest firepower is held by the militant group (a group that happens to be supported by Iran). Even still, it looks like Lebanon is a friend of the US, but Israel just happens to be a better friend. Roadmap to peace my ass. Afterall, peace isn't profitable to a warmonger, so why would the US want peace at all? I suppose it's all just fluffy politics that allows the average American to rest easy when laying in bed at night.

Next up we have the Israeli's themselves. Now, I can't support the acts of any "terrorist" group such as Hezbollah, because flinging up the proverbial rock at someone is not the way things should be accomplished in a civilized world. However, the Israeli response has been so ridiculously disproportionate to the initial violence, it's difficult to believe that they're concerned with the lives of civilians at all. UN officials have even condemned the scale of attack that's been unleashed upon Lebanon. At what point does the "good guy" become the "terrorist"? As far as I can tell, that line has been crossed by a huge margin. Bombing known civilian areas, Red Cross vehicles, bridges and other infrastructure, and hospitals is hardly a military operation meant to target "the enemy". When a country lowers its standards to the level of those that would employ reckless violence to achieve political goals, are they really worthy of the title "civil society"?

On top of this, the boulder-flinging employed by Israel will not help them in the long run. Do you think the average Lebanese citizen (who may or may not have supported Hezbollah in the past) will forgive Israel for the death and mass destruction they have delivered? Or do you suppose they might start to believe in Hezbollah and the principles that it stands for? I'm leaning towards the latter.

And then there's the UN. All told, the UN is a joke. If the US wants to illegally invade a country, they're allowed to do so, all the while ignoring the UN. But what if the entire UN were to disagree with the US? They'd still have their veto power, so what the fuck is the point? They've been sitting around with their thumbs up their asses in this crisis because they're essentially handcuffed by their own association. All the while, Israeli and Lebanese civilians are dying.

Our PM Stephen Harper's token response (after draggin his feet) was nothing more than a photo-op to paint a nice picture for the media. I'd be willing to bet that the thousands of other Canadians left behind couldn't give a sweet fuck less about Harper's help. Not to mention the family of Canadians that was killed by an Israeli air strike last week. I guess that's just another statistic to add to the list.

I've also been thinking of this little scenario: what if two innocent American citizens were killed by a Hezbollah missile as they were vacationing in Israel - and at the exact same time 20 Americans were killed by a bomb dropped from an Israeli plane while they were vactioning in Beirut. Question A: Which is the bigger tragedy? Question B: Who would the US be angry with? Question C: Do you get my point yet?

And one final thing I've got to mention - how can Israel justify saying "We'll stop bombing Lebanon if the Lebanese government can get Hezbollah under control"? After bombing the shit out of the country, how can they be brought under control? They weren't even controllable beforehand, so making that statement is akin to saying "If you stop breathing, we'll let you live."

Regardless of which side you're on, or who you choose to blame, it's fair to say that most people just want the rocket attacks and dropping of bombs to stop. Unless, of course, you're on moral and intellectual par with those involved.

If that's the case, all the pity in the world to ya.

My very own 'Dear John' letter

Dear John,

I've only known you a short while and I already know you're a huge douchebag. The first day I worked with you I thought you were an alright guy, maybe a little too happy for our line of work, but I thought you'd get the hang of things and settle into our way of life. Boy howdy was I wrong!

Now, I know you've worked for a similar company in the past, but you frankly know fuck-all about what we do. It's good to ask questions and to learn, but it is not good to question your superiors and challenge their way of doing things. The fact is you are a prawn to their shark in the food chain, and unless you shut the fuck up, you might just get bitten. Even by a little seabass, such as myself.

It doesn't help that your wife is the breadwinner in your house - this just leads you to the line of thinking that you shouldn't have to work as hard as we do or do things the "hard way", cuz in reality you don't need the money. Well guess what, we do need the money, and if the world was a fair place you'd be the one slaving all day while we all went home to our rich wives and huge houses on waterfront properties. Speaking of this, why do you feel the need to call the harder-working guys "lazy" while we all know that you are the laziest fucker of the group? Sure, the grizzled vets might need to take it easy once in awhile, but they've earned it and you haven't. So deal with it.

Then there's your talk about the girls and women we see while we're working... arguably the most irritating trait you have. You seem to think that every single woman in the world wants you and only you. Guess what - you're about 50 with thinning grey hair and a weathered face. When the girls stop to look, honk, wave, or yell at us they're not fucking doing these things for you! I'm the only one around who's remotely the same age as these females, and you still think they're eyeing you up! You say things like, "You get the ugly one" when two girls walk by, or, "Someday I'll get you to look at the girls" when I choose to ignore your stupid remarks. Unlike you, I don't feel the need to prove my manliness at every fucking moment of the day, and I certainly don't feel the need to prove anything to you.

Which brings me to my next point - despite how much of a pig you are towards women, and how manly you think you are, your homosexual tendencies make us very uncomfortable. You do more gay things than the rest of us combined, but you seem to be blissfully ignorant of your actions. Now I'm not against gays, but why the fuck do you cross your legs on a hot day at a public BBQ? It's hot as fuck out and the rest of us are doing our best cowboy walks to air out our boys, but you sit there like a lady at a cocktail party. I'm just waiting for you to start bobbing your leg up and down, and I just might snap. And why do you put both of your feet up on the dashboard as we're coasting down the road while I drive? What the fuck is that all about? And why do you wave your hand like it's a dead fish when you're telling someone how far to back up in a truck? None of us try to do this in a manly way, but you should really start trying. It's embarrassing.

On top of that, you're a straight up pussy. You hurt yourself, and I see the look on your face, and I can't help thinking 'my god, he's about to cry!'. You cut your finger and say "ow!" and bitch, while the rest of us say "fuck!" and then promptly shut up about the incident. And if someone does have a small injury or something, don't flip the fuck out! Shit happens, we'll survive. Oh, and sometimes safety doesn't come first in our daily routine, please accept that.
I also remember the very first day you were on the job, you asked me where we kept the hand cleaner, and I just gave you a weird look and said, "What the fuck is that?". Our job is filthy, you're going to get dirty so I suggest you stop being such a crybaby. You've covered all the upholstery in your car with sheets anyway, so what does it matter if your hands are dirty? Maybe you can't suck on your thumb or something, and that's why you get so upset. I don't know for sure - I'm not a pediatrician.
I can tell by the way you talk about your son that he's already following in daddy's footsteps. I hope he doesn't end up like you.

Maybe you're a homophobe or something like that. (That would explain your mindset vs. actions paradox. After all, I hear that's a good clue that someone might actually be gay, but can't accept it.)

The following is a list of things that also piss me off:

- stop shouting in my goddamn ear when you're two feet away -- I can hear you.
- don't constantly question my judgments -- I may be 30 yrs younger than you, but I know much more than you do and I know the way things work. So trust me when I tell you to do something.
- stop telling me the same stories 3 times in a day, then twice the next goddamn day -- it's boring.
- don't pout when you get yelled at for being an idiot -- nobody respects that kind of shit.
- you don't always have to be in the middle of everything -- sometimes we want to dig a hole without you grabbing the fucking shovel out of our hands.
- stop saying that everything we do is "Fucking perfect! I mean you can't get any better than that!" -- we slap shit together and fuck up sometimes. You can't just say everything's OK and then it'll be OK, we might need to re-do the job.
- don't start doing things without first checking with someone who knows the skinny -- you fuck up far too often.
- you say that you'll work in any weather or heat, but not in the rain. Then we get a hot day and you bitch about that too -- just admit it, you don't want to work at all.
- don't call a communal truck "My truck" after a week on the job -- it makes employers want to fire you.
- stop stating the brutally obvious, such as "It's going to get hot, now that the sun is out" -- no shit you stupid goon, the sun tends to heat things up a bit.
- stop pissing and moaning about other guys being in a bad mood -- you are the reason they're grumpy, you're just too stupid to see that. So shut the fuck up and they might be easier to work with; easier for both you and me.
- you eat like a fucking starving baboon -- get some manners you prick.
- I don't care about your boat -- as far as I'm concerned you can shove it up your ass with the prop spinning full blast.

And stop saying "yummy mummy" you idiot. Good-looking women think you're a plug and the sight of you makes them want to puke their guts out until they have dry heaves.


Regards,

MINTVIS

And the "Worst Burger" prize goes to... the Whopper!

Well the World Cup has come and gone, and the only ones still waving their flags are the fucking Italians.

Personally, if I was an Italian supporter, I'd have dropped the flag from my car the moment that pansy took a dive against the Ausi's to advance in the semi's. They didn't deserve to win that game, not to mention the entire tournament.

And then there's the infamous comment by Marco Materazzi that got Zinedine Zidane booted from the final game, "We all know you are the son of a terrorist whore."

Hold your heads high you classy people, hold them high.

My two teams were the Dutch and the English.

Holland looked like crap to start the tournament, but improved as they moved along. And if it wasn't for that fucking Portugese bastard Deco, I bet they'd have gone farther. Oddly enough, a German was suspeneded from a game after officials reviewed video of him throwing a punch at an opponent, but Deco didn't get suspended for his headbutt. Stupid shite.

Speaking of shite, the English never looked like a team that knew what they were doing. Beckham's free kick goal was a highlight, but beyond that they couldn't get much else done it seemed. That one English plug (I forget his name) had the most shots in the tournament, but didn't score a single damn goal! And the fact that Portugal put out both the Dutch and The Limeys just makes me hate them more. Fuck you, you bastards.

Oh, and fuck all that diving bullshit too. There's a reason so many people think soccer is a joke, and that's because of the crap that goes on with flagarant dives. If every diving player was red-carded, I bet the sport would earn alot of cred that it deserves. Here's a video from MG on the topic. I'd post it on here, but for the life of me I can't figure out how to get a YouTube video to come up on this blog.