Thursday, August 7. 2008
What exactly is it that makes fantasy so much more attractive than real life? Why is it possible to build up these insane worlds in peoples heads to the point where they actually prefer them to what their own senses are telling them?
I know how amazing the real world is alright. I have an inclining of the bloody fantastic things our own bodies are doing every second in order to keep us alive, I know about some of the ridiculously complex social structures which have cropped up throughout the world, I vaguely get some of the unbelievable reactions needed to keep a star burning...
But, nobody else seems to get it. They're more concerned with their fucking television sets or magazines or pathetic little social grudges.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!!!
WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK WHAT THE NEIGHBOURS GET UP TO!?! WHO REALLY SHITS THEMSELVES WITH FALSE REMORSE WHEN A TELEVISION CHARACTER GETS WRITTEN OUT OF A SCRIPT THAT APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN CREATED BY THE MOTHER OF ALL AGONY AUNTS ON CRACK!!?
Continue reading "Feeling kinda funny..."
Thursday, July 24. 2008
The universe runs on rules, basic rules being fronts for far more complicated ones which themselves are several "with the exception of"'s away from being anywhere close to the real deal.
So.
Where'd the rules come from? Who or what caused everything to work that particular way? For that matter, how exactly was it done?
There are things out there, beyond the faintest of stars and outside the very limits of light. There are essences so vast that they devour suns to sate a desire akin to hunger...in the same way a grain of sand is akin to a beach, there are creatures living on worlds beyond our ken which fit perfectly to the descriptions of vampires and werewolves in all but their origin, there are oceans composed of elements we havn't even thought of supporting sentient life unlike anything we could concieve.
Somewhere out there a ravaging horde moves from rock to rock, tearing loose the various compounds they use as sustanense, ignorant of the gigantic meteor about to eradicate their race.
Continue reading "Q&A"
Sunday, July 20. 2008
Is a direct quote from which family guy episode?
(Don't worry, I don't know either)
Basically I'm waiting for a phone call, gonna change the date and time on this so it isn't in the same day as my last entry but don't be surprised if it suddenly cuts off in mid flow.
Not that I actually have anything to rant about, only reason I'm writing something here at all is because I have nothing better to do.
That is a lie. I could just as easily be playing Dead Rising on my XBox, or using gamefaqs to tell me exactly what those infernal nectars actually do, equally I could be trying desperately to figure out exactly what has gone so horribly wrong with my shivering isles expansion to oblivion (a damn conversation that I need to listen in on will not start, and without it I can't move forward with the quests).
Regardless of which, here I am.
Continue reading "DAMN IT TO THE BOWELS OF BLOODY HELL!!!!"
Saturday, July 19. 2008
Everybody has one. The main problem is that they are often at cross-purposes with those of the vast majority.
Hitler is a prime example of this. Others include Theodore Bundy, Peter Sutcliffe (they're serial killers if you're wondering) and the weird french guy who utilised the manyfold abilities of sulphuric acid to dissolve his victims.
Then there are much more subtle ones. These are the slightly less dangerous insane, and the artists. To make it clear, an artist is anyone who can create something that has the potential to change someone elses point of view. I don't consider myself one of them, though amongst the insane I might just be found.
But anyway.
Everyone has reasons for everything they do. The fun lies in rooting out what that is.
Continue reading "A Fantastic Reason"
Tuesday, July 15. 2008
As an interesting sidenote, before this rant truly begins, i would like to state that I am in fact the second most frequent updater to this site. Scuzz himself is the clear winner with 164 entries, counting this one I'm at 71, Shadow's next with a respectable 45 followed by Berger with something like 36...not sure can't remember the exact number. Just thought I'd mention that to subdue all you invisible guilt demons out there before you once again begin the task of harrowing me unto my dying day.
And...back to the rant.
Yesterday I branded Scuzz the prophet of the end times, mainly because he raised the point that every bad thing he has predicted over the course of scuzzmonkey.com's illustrious career has managed to come true. But also because - as he is always at pains to point out - he does indeed have the necessary hair-length to fit the criteria for what is essentially Jesus on the dark side of the force.
He did not reject this theory, merely stating that he hopes he is not in fact destruction incarnate. He didn't get around to mentioning exactly why he didn't want to be responsible for becoming the embodiment of despair and casting the bloated carcass of all known religions into the pit, but I have to assume that it has to do with him either having not yet played Fable 2, or simply having not yet completed the momentous task of downloading, watching and on occasion imitating every single porno ever to have graced the internet.
Continue reading "Prophecy"
Sunday, July 13. 2008
Alright, perhaps I havn't been updating recently.
Perhaps I have in fact not been updating at all for an extended period of time.
Perhaps there does exist the slightest possibility that through a combination of childish angst, immaturity, selfishness and the delicious scent of chocolate covered fetuses I lost my way.
BUT NO MORE!!!
You see, I have found the solution to my inherent laziness.
Mind-splitting amounts of absolute terror, inspired by someone who has in fact been dead for over a century (possibly 2, I can't be bothered to check).
Yes, this post is going to feature the rambling drivel of someone who has committed the grave error of actually reading the majority of H.P Lovecrafts NECRONOMICON in a single sitting.
Continue reading "OK FINE!!! I'M SORRY!!!!"
Tuesday, July 1. 2008
HA!! NOT THIS TIME!!!!
Finally managed to start an entry at a time where backdating is not required, this isn't gonna be an especially long one because I've got an exam tomorrow and must therefore at least try to sleep.
The subject of my annoyance tonight? Our very own demi-god, emperor Scuzz, decided that this afternoon would be a great time to send me a text requiring a lift from LUTON AIRPORT at 1-ish tomorrow.
This will be fun, then again it will at least be something to do, and it's not like I said no.
Heh.
Lovely mixture of terror, irritation and a misplaced sense of general wellbeing occuring in my brain right now.
The exam I have is an oral, that means I'll have to talk to people...fuck I'm screwed.
Sunday, June 29. 2008
Half an hour late, but thanks to the miracle of backdating none of you suckers will ever realise this is the case. I do actually feel slightly guilty about the whole thing...just not so much that I would consider changing the way I behave to accomodate the feelings of fellow human beings.
In any case.
It's apparently been going on for 4 weeks now. It's the easiest way for attention-seeking arseholes to gain nationwide fame (and proportionate amounts of pure burning hatred). It's the programme designed to fill the gap left by the illegality of the 24-hour torture channel...and it's evil is slowly penetrating every single one of earths societies.
Yeh, I'm talking about big brother.
Continue reading "The Taint will never leave..."
Thursday, June 26. 2008
You ever get those tiny little windows of time where you just wanna hook em open with your fingers and never let go? I got one right now, and let me tell you, it feels FUCKING GREAT!!! seriously it's brilliant, like there's a fire in my brain and my arms and my legs and my fingers and my toes and my eyes and everything is shaking and dancing and singing an insanely tuneless song into the night sky like so many howling gremlins. How the hell can there be anything bad in the world when everything is just so damn beautiful? There's nothing to regret and nothing to make you sad because the tides come in and everythings been completly swamped over with the green river and it's just so amazing that you're crying and laughing at the same time and the music's just going on forever and the night sky's shining like a gemstone with the stars just adding to the insane glory of it all and you just can't handle any of it anymore to the point where the mere sensation of sound is enough to set you off on one massive burn all through the night and into the morning. You can look up into the air and feel like you're flying forever and ever and ever...
Life should always be like this.
Continue reading "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Tuesday, June 24. 2008
Dammit, backdated again and I still don't have anything to really rant about. Scuzz's and Buzz's self-imposed exile has left me and Shadow literally arguing over who should do a post (when I say arguing I mean that he remembers the site exists and prods me about it then writes enough posts for me to feel self-conscious over the whole bloody issue forcing me to come up with speakings from my own diseased brain)
This one could be short, then again it could be long. I'm flying blind (nothing unusual there) and pretty much snapping at the heels of anything that might catch my attention.
As a book on my desk has just done.
"The ZOMBIE Survival Guide" by Max Brooks.
Well this should be good for a laugh.
Continue reading "Post upkeeping is hard..."
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