Thursday, July 26, 2007

Hell Of A Day...

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt.

Hell of a day today, doctor... hell of a day. Starts off in the usual manner... trying to get my son ready and out the door, with his constant heel-dragging and teeth-gnashing, and I almost expected him to actually dig his nails into the door jamb and make me pull him out while he tried to watch some random minutes of George Shrinks. I got him to gymnastics on time, no problem.

Long-assed day at work. Very long. Very busy. I'm necessary.

Then I brought the family home, and since my son had has his television privileges taken away today for his (lately, typical) behavior (he got into a fistfight because some kid was screwing with him and giving him wedgies), he sat on the recliner and pouted for two solid hours, ate his dinner, had a nice bath, and went to bed with no fuss at all. Half an hour later, he comes out and says he isn't tired. Well, ok, I go to put him back into bed...

... and he bursts into tears, crying that he doesn't want to have any more birthdays, because if he does, he's going to die.


This isn't the first time he's done this...

Son: When my fish die, I can get new fish?
Me: Probably, yeah.
Son: When my dad dies, me and mom will get a new one.
Me: Uhm... your dad?
Son: Yeah, when you die, we'll get a new one.
Me: Oh.


Son: When did she get sick?
Me: Well, a while ago. She was very old.
Son: Old people are sick?
Me: Some of them.
Son: When did she stop being sick?
Me: Uhm... when she died, I guess.
Son: When will we see her again?
Me: Uhm... we won't.
Son: When is she coming back?
Me: Uhm... she's not.
Son: Oh. That's not nice.
Me: I know.
Son: I can get new fish, from the Pet Store.
Me: Yes. Yes you can.

Or my favorite...

Son: We'll go straight home?
Me: That's right.
Son: We'll go in a straight line?
Me: Almost.
Son: We won't turn left or right?
Me: No, we'll have to turn.
Son: Why?
Me: Well, because we'd crash.
Son: Then we'd have to go to the hospital!
Me: That's right.
Son: Then we'd have to go to the church!
Me: Well.... yeah, I suppose that's true.
Son: No, we wouldn't go to the church.
Me: We wouldn't?
Son: No, other people would go to the church, people who wanted to see us one more time.
Me: ..... Yeah. Yeah, they would.

These are excerpts from my previous blog over the past year, where my son explores the wonder that is death. Tonight, though, was a sobbing breakdown in bed, crying that he'd have to learn how to get along without us when we died, that he'd have to get a new family and a new dad and a new mom and a new baby sister when we died, and if he kept having birthdays, then he'd die and he didn't want to die. I tried to reassure him as best I could, explaining that there was nothing on the planet that was going to hurt him as long as I was alive, because there's nothing on this planet that's scarier than me when it comes to my son.

Eventually he got calmed down, and chuckled when he told me a knock-knock joke. Now, two hours later, he's just finally fallen asleep.


Try as I might, and my son is turning out just like me.

I couldn't find anything funny tonight.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Think Of The Fucking Children!

"The Internet treats censorship as a defect and routes around it." ~ John Gilmore

US Senators call for universal Internet filtering. Outstanding. You know, it always bugs me when the people the least mentally equipped to deal with the ramifications of modern social technology are in charge of controlling said social technology. From the article: "Commerce Committee Chairman Daniel K. Inouye (D-Hawaii) and Senate Commerce, Science, and Transportation Committee Vice Chairman Ted Stevens (R-Alaska) both argued that Internet was a dangerous place where parents alone will not be able to protect their children." This is the same Ted Stevens who has been forever immortalized in the following movie:

"Don't join the book burners. Don't think you are going to conceal thoughts by concealing evidence that they ever existed." ~ Former Republican President Dwight D. Eisenhower

It's utterly sick and ridiculous to think that they can actually censor and regulate "the Internet"... the Internet is no longer an object. It is no longer a single entity. It is no longer something that can be accurately described in terms of physical nouns, any more than love or literature can be described. The Internet is, and it simply will not be censored.

"Books won't stay banned. They won't burn. Ideas won't go to jail. In the long run of history, the censor and the inquisitor have always lost. The only sure way against bad ideas is better ideas. The source of better ideas is freedom." ~ Alfred Whitney Griswold

I hope this has been fucking enlightening.

Monday, July 23, 2007

I Have No Strong Opinions!

I can't live the button-down life like you. I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles. Sure, I might offend a few of the bluenoses with my cocky stride and musky odors - oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called city fathers, who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk about what's to be done with this Homer Simpson?!

Man, I post fourteen times this month, and what do I get? Three comments. Dammit, you people are all up in my grill about me not blogging, and when I do, what happens? NOTHING! Yarg! You're just lucky I feel so high and mighty about myself that I've deluded parts of my brain into thinking that, someday, this will be important text, possibly the basis for a religious work. My God BLOGS!

It's late, and I'm trying to think of baby names. ME! BABY NAMES! Everything I think of gets shot down by my internal censor, and if it somehow makes it past that, it gets shot down by Throkky's censor. That's too much censoring! The beeping is driving me insane!

On the advice of my lawyer (Throkky), I will now blog about her being pregnant. SAVE ME, JEEBUS!!

WATCH THE MOVIE! It's Rumsfield, their best work since Whale Tears.

Friday, July 20, 2007

God-dammit, I Just Swore!

What's the big fucking deal bitch? It doesn't hurt anybody..... fuck fuckety fuck fuck fuck!

You know, I spend a lot of time on my blog ranting about the news, so I'm going to start this one off with something that is, unfortunately, real, and then I'll try and unwind everyone with hilarity, and if you don't fucking laugh, don't come crying to me.

US Senate Commerce Committee today passed a bill that would allow the FCC to fine broadcasters for slip of the tongue expletives, negating a ruling by federal appeals court in New York that commission's policy on 'fleeting expletives' is arbitrary and capricious. 'A mandate by Congress that a "fleeting expletive" can now be found indecent will create a vast chilling effect on broadcast speech, the advocacy group Center for Democracy and Technology claims. CDT points out that prior to this bill and the FCC's policy change, the FCC exercised discretion in determining which utterances were indecent, and consistently found that one-time uses of curse words were not indecent.'

Now, the accidental curse on the radio can be fined by up to $10,000. The accidental, 'incidental' obscenity has always, when found to be truly accidental, been allowed to slide. Now, not so much. At the reason? You guessed it... "think of the children".

Some comments from Slash echoed my beliefs: See, it's not the inappropriate words that are the problem, it's the inappropriate behaviour. There's no difference between your seven year old telling to the teacher to 'fuck off' and the seven year old telling the teacher rudely to 'go away'. Until people see that it's rude and inappropriate behaviour that is the problem, not words, we'll always be stuck in the 1950s. This is entirely a matter of parenting. Period, the end, thank you! Most parents swear inappropriately and so their children learn to do so as well. And most parents use fear, not respect, to keep children in line. They use an appeal to authority, not one to respect, to guide their behavior. On the other hand, kids might think it is okay to swear, and think of the chaos if the curse word is accompanied by a nipple. Surely we can't have this as it will lead to all kinds of promiscuity, etc. Apocalyptic. Catastrophe! Better the kids see people getting their legs etc blown off. It's good clean wholesome fun that will prepare them for living in the modern world.

F***ing Americans, I... aww, DAMMIT! Who bleeped me?!


Allrighty, that was one distraction... here comes another..


Thursday, July 19, 2007

5th Amendment Repealed, Americans Don't Notice

No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service in time of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.

The information below has been garnered from Slashdot, UK's Guardian, and CNN.

Tuesday, there wasn't even a fuss. Wednesday, the world was a little different. By executive order, the Secretary of the Treasury may now seize the property of any person who undermines efforts to promote economic reconstruction and political reform in Iraq. The Secretary may make his determination in secret and after the fact. The new authority will only be used to go after terrorists.

The order gives the Secretary of the Treasury the right to immediately and without notice freeze all assets of anyone suspected of either directly or indirectly attempting to undermine the Iraqi government as well as anyone who has financial dealings, directly or indirectly, with such people. The language is ridiculously broad and does appear to violate the 5th amendment. It appears that if you, say, donate to a charity that the Bush administration determines is trying to undermine the Iraqi government, all of your assets can be frozen. The language is very broad and open to interpretation by the Secretary of the Treasury, who serves at the pleasure of the President. This is absolutely begging to be abused.

I love you guys. American reality is better than American television.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

I'm Literally Angry With Rage

When a man lies he murders some part of the world/
These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives
All this I cannot bear to witness any longer
Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home

This quote was brought to you by Cliff Burton.

So, I know I can't talk about much online, for various legal and ethical reasons, so I shall resort to hypotheticals. Let's assume that there was a worker somewhere, a very highly-paid and qualified worker. Now, every payday, he'd vanish for a couple days, not answer his phone, and not answer his door. Two days, three days, sometimes an entire week. He would always eventually return to work, and claim he never heard the phone, never heard the door, and was gone for a perfectly reasonable excuse... he was sick, or he cut his thumb, or... or he was sick. He never explained anything properly, especially why he was never home. After seven months of this happening every two weeks (except for a few instances where he'd actually show up), after seven months of shoddy work that other employees have to fix, after seven months of seriously overcharging his boss by overestimating his work hours, after seven months of him shirking responsibility by claiming not to understand English, it is finally implied by managment that he is being shown the door.

Seven months.

But it turns out today that he is not being shown the door. No action is being taken. In fact, he has been invited over to managements house to meet some other French-speaking local people, and he is being assigned other work. Seven months of this. I've now decided that this worker must have incriminating evidence, or perhaps an antidote to a poison he administered to management, or something, because I just can't exist in a world where someone is paid this much to make my life harder.

I almost smashed his face a flat-screen monitor today. Er.... whoever he is. Hypothetically.

We've got two videos today, in honor of my son. My son Zalgite was heartbroken to find out that he can't go see Big Sugar in concert, Big Sugar being pretty much his favorite band ever, because they play his favorite song ever. So, in honor of him, you will find below some Big Sugar. Now, unfortunately, Judgement Day / Joe Louis does not exist in a YouTube-able format, except for this overamped segment from the intro, but I will follow it up below with Ride Like Hell (1993, motherfuckers...) and then our national anthem, performed only as Gordie "God" Johnson can do. (Once I find out how to make videos to go with an mp3, I am so putting up Judgement Day).

Monday, July 16, 2007


I am trying to win the free ticket to the xkcd Meetup 2007 at MIT, in Boston, Massachussets. Here was my entry:

This September, the fine folks at are holding a little get-together; a shindig, a doo-wop, a bunfight, a celebration, and yours truly wants to attend... which brings us to tonight's word.

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Mighty Jalapeno! Now, a party of nerds, geeks, dorks, eccentrics, oddballs, whackos, fruitcakes, and fascinating physical and intellectual anomalies just wouldn't be complete without someone to remind them that they could all be much, much worse off, and that's imporant for so many reasons.

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It's true that Mighty Jalapeno hasn't been on the forums very long, and despite his excellent grammar and skillful posting, he is still just a newbie.

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He may not know as much about math and science as some of the elder xkcdians either, since he spent most of his time in college learning more realistically important and career-minded things.

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But there is one thing that Mighty Jalapeno has that few other forumites possess...

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... and that is life experience. He has a pregnant wife, two kids, a mortgage, and an ulcer, and those are things you can't get while studying to be a mathematician
or a rocket scientist.

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Mighty Jalapeno needs this trip. The farthest he's ever travelled is Mississauga, scenic gateway to Guelph, and that was spent stuck in the back of an Aerostar reading Xanth novels.

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He's going to bring a buttload of kickass stuff, too, assuming he can bring it on the airplane! He's got a nice bass / amp / pedal setup, and a pretty little Dell laptop loaded to the gills with music and movies. He might not be able to bring beer on an airplane, but he can bring smoked salmon, buffalo steaks, Carribbean red peppers, and, of course, his personal stash of win.

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He'll also be holding lectures on a variety of interesting topics in his field of expertise, namely green architecture, sustainable development, personal organic food gardening, and other subjects for the individual home.

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His wife will also be coming, if the supplied air-miles can supplement all the air-miles that they've built up over the years. This would be their first vacation together without kids in the history of the Universe, and whenever there's a first like that, you know you wanna be there. She enjoys knitting Klein bottles, Sid Meier games, and chubby nerdy geeks.

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So the choice is clear, ladies and gentlemen. You can go with the dweeb with the stormtroopers, or the tempermental actress, or any of the other mediocre forumites who didn't care enough to fire up Photoshop and go to town with copyrighted material... or you can think about what you really need to spice up a good party.

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And that's The Word.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Weak-End Weekend

Hey angel, consider your position
Framed to be consumed
Savory... savoring your sympathy
Hey angel, fly over
And bless me, see you feign surprise
I'm all eyes
You're all you need to be.

Well, I got my car back. Doodly-doo!

I also managed to survive Throkky's family reunion, now with MORE people I don't know! I exchanged pleasantries with several of them, the usual "How are you, whats new, hows work", and typically they wandered off before I was done talking. The most I ever talked about anything was locally-grown food with my wife's uncle, and that was because he sort of had me cornered. Otherwise, the most I talked with anyone was with a three-year old girl who seemed to see me as her burly protector for the weekend.

Had a few drinks, ate too much food... typical family reunion. Zalgite got locked in a bathroom for about half an hour (everyone else was outside), and when I went to look for him, I was confused he didn't seem to be ANYWHERE... until I heard pounding, and turned to see him sobbing and screaming and pounding on the glass of the window right next to me. I got him loose, and he couldn't even talk, he was sobbing so hard. He'd demolished the bathroom, and got mad at me for not hearing him screaming for so long. On the inside it was funny, but he was really, really upset.

He's ok now, though, and assured me that he was going to make Grandpa install "a button that opens the door when it won't open".

Damn straight.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Fugging Manifolds

Those are things I never felt I needed. I haven’t had time to cry if I felt like crying. I haven’t had time to stop myself from being this robot who is really running away from everything. You think that success or even good work will take care of everything, but part of you starts to rot if you leave it unattended. I want to enjoy some degree of the ride that I am on, and I do.

Well, the car, now officially named Car-Car, is in the shop, getting both exhaust manifolds replaced. This is important, because without the ability to fold the mani, my car is louder than a dozen exploding elephants, and smells fairly similar, too. It is also costing me a weeks wages, and they can't even guarantee if I'll have my car back before.... Sunday. Yup, you guys really did well in school, huh?

I asked them how fast they could swap out the pads and rotors on my car, they said that would just take two hours. Two hours, really? Huh... I can do it in ONE, and I know sweet fuck all about cars. My manifolds are probably already fixed, and they're just sitting around going through the pictures in the camera in my car.


Well, YouTube embedding has made my blog prettier... no more painful links for people to click, now it's just a little triangle! Yay! Let's roll this puppy out again, see what happens.

Flyleaf.... my new favorite band.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Hail Draco, King of the Dragonmen!

I fashioned my crown from Quetzlcoatl's quills
Built my palace in the jungles of Brazil
In the summertime come my children
"For I hail Draco, King of Dragonmen!"

That's right, bitches... I'm going to Clutch!


There is a God, and will be seeing his chosen ones on stage August 14th at the Commodore. Awww, yeah... I'm leaking from so many orifices at the thought!


That sounded less dirty in my mind.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Catharsis Tastes Good!

I am a comedian and poet, so anything that doesn't get a laugh …
is a poem.

Ok, folks, confession time. Now, a lot of you (and by a lot of you, I mean Throkky and Sleeping Kyle) read my post on Monday, and half of you (meaning not Sleeping Kyle) apparently became quite infatuated with it. Or possibly infuriated with it. Possibly infected with it. Whatever "i" word I'm supposed to be using, just imagine it's up there, ok? Run with it. I've got a point, and I'm heading towards the end of it. I will not be stopped!

Now, the point I had been trying, very poorly, to make on Monday was that it's hard to have a blog where I CAN'T talk about personal stuff, because the people I talk about read my blog, or at least know people who read my blog. Really, all that does is limit me to talking about stuff that is mildly amusing but, on the whole, not important, and just serves to further highlight how much stuff in my life is being internalized to the point where I'm finding it hard to cope. Oh, wah wah wah, bitch bitch bitch, Marble's being mopey... boo hoo...

Now, in terms of confessions, this probably isn't going to sound like a great one, and I hope judgement will be reserved for the end of the blog (the part before the music videos, because that's sort of off-topic.) Even so, I feel it's an important place for me to start.

This is the first morning in a long time that I've driven to work without being mad at Throkky, and the world in general.

Now, that might seem to be "I confess I'm a jerk most of the time!", but I hope that I can explain. In a normal day, anywhere between thirty and eight thousand things make me mad, make me clench my fists, make my grind my teeth, make my eye twitch, and generally make me want to yell and/or hit something. However, I've become expert at suppressing all of that. Most mornings, Throkky does something to make me mad. Now, given perspective, I know that she needs her coffee in the morning and whatever she's done to irritate me is exceedingly minor. It may have been something she did the previous night, or it might just be me being cranky at the kids. It might be something Throkky did last year, or three years ago. It doesn't matter... I always end up driving to work mad. Depending on how my day AT work goes, I also usually drive home mad.

Now, when I come home and see her, all that anger dissipates. Really, it does. I come home, and realizing that, once again, I've just been dwelling on the negative, and most of the negative is the result of how I handle the events around me (read: badly).

Today, I woke up in a good mood. Zalgite was being a fussy little drama-queen (he has an owie in his mouth, so once again I had to throw out his breakfast), and Throkette was eating toothpaste again. I had my breakfast, made some coffee, gathered up my stuff (lost my shades), and headed to work, and all the way in to work, all I could think about was last night.

For the first time in a long time, me and Throkky talked about more than just idleness. I don't talk much, since one of the things I've picked up for the years is that talking to other people about serious subjects just brings more pain, and that's one of those things that's more my fault than anyone else's, just because of my mad skills at dwelling, and my complete inability to talk properly and honestly about things that are disturbing me.

Now, as you can see, in typically Marble fashion, I am over-reacting to a single event, and now baring my soul and other vestigal organs to the world, the intertubes, the blagosphere, and Throkky herself. I'm not saying I'm cured of all my myriad, nay, legion mental issues, but I feel like I'm starting down a good road here.

I love you, Throkky, even if I don't always show it.


Well, that was deep, huh?

Black Light Burns - Lie This is what happens when someone realizes they have godlike talent, and they're stuck in Limp Bizkit.

It's a bad time to be stupid....

Monday, July 9, 2007

Spammity Spam!

Do people actually take American Medical Association e-mails seriously, when they come from ""? I mean.... what the hell?

Bursting With Adequatulence

I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out. We are the facilitators of our own creative evolution.

So I have run into the ethical and moral dilemma that my old blog had, which was one of the reasons that I didn't post there often. Well, there's a lot of moral and ethical dilemmas to the intertubes and the blagosphere, but most of them don't mean shit to me, so I'm spared having to worry about those. No no, the one I am referring to today is just this:

At what point am I freed, spiritually and emotionally and all that hippie crap-ally, to be able to talk truthfully and from my heart? At what stage in the directed evolution of Marblehead (nee Mighty Jalapeno, et al) does Marblehead do the directing? I suppose it's pretty obvious what I'm talking about here, but for all three of my white-knuckle readers who might be watching this, I'll spell it out:

Cable television.


I hope the irony is not lost on everyone. Linky time!

Chevelle - Comfortable Liar - Yes, it's to a DBZ video, but that's the best I can do.

Saturday, July 7, 2007

Exactly What Meets The Eye

Movie Review - Transformers

It would be far, far too easy for me to spend the entire review criticizing Michael Bay, or the producer's opinions of the intelligence of the average viewer, or the kill count in this movie based on a child's toy line (and really, I can't say too much there, since there's more graphic killing in the original movie than in this one!) Therefore, I will do it briefly and get it out of the way.

Michael Bay - Learn how to compose a scene. Please.
Producers - The people who like these movies don't necessarily like Can't Hardly Wait.
Kill Count - The end of the movie took place in a crowded city.... why?

Ok, that's better. This movie was, I have to admit, much better than I thought it would be, but like every movie based on my childhood and created almost entirely by people who were already adults at the time, it completely missed the spirit of the original, not to mention all the of the subtle, salient points that made the original series so much better. The fundamental plot for the movie was pulled out of someone's ass, deviating from the original cartoon, the original movie, and the comics themselves, and instead forging new, inexplicable paths into uncharted randomness. While I am actually relieved the film had LESS pointless exposition than expected, it had less plot to even attempt to expound upon.

Now, the special effects were, with the exception of one scene, top-freaking-notch, but that is also the source of one of my greatest annoyances with the movie. The robots were convolutedly detailed that, really, the fight scenes were little more than fast-forwarded rendering test-scenes. You weren't sure which robots were fighting, what they were doing, and who won (until the next scene, where you counted which color was missing). It may have been 'hyper-realistic', but as we've learned from Star Wars, that does not translate to good.

Now, most of the good, memorable scenes were the ones where Michael Bay wasn't present (nothing was blowing up), but a collection of good scenes strung together with motion-sickness-inducing high-speed fly-throughs of robots trashing the Empire of Man does not a good film make.

For making something a 12 year old will LOVE, and thus making a successful movie, I have to give this movie a solid 6 out of 10. It could have been MUCH better..... but it could have been catastrophically worse.

Friday, July 6, 2007

Remote Post - Activate!

Folks: It's time to evolve ideas. You know, evolution didn't end with us growing thumbs. You do know that, right? Didn't end there. We're at the point, now, where we're going to have to evolve ideas. The reason the world is so fucked up is we're undergoing evolution. And the reason our institutions, our traditional religions, are all crumbling, is because … they're no longer relevant. They're no longer relevant. So it's time for us to create a new philosophy and perhaps even a new religion, you see. And that's okay 'cause that's our right, 'cause we are free children of God with minds who can imagine anything, and that's kind of our role.

Does anyone out there see a problem with, not where the world is headed, but where the world appears to be heading? See, those are two separate ideas (one evolved, one not...), and I only mention it because some associates of mine are ranting about Fox News (Or, as they are now called, Faux News...). Specifically, Space Commander Bill O'Reilly's latest tirade against pink-pistol-packing lesbian gangs terrorizing America which is just so epically awesome, and fundamentally ridiculous, that it doesn't even sound odd coming out of his lips, especially since he accused the American 82nd Airborne unit of committing Nazi war atrocities. Quite the fluffy bunny this guy is, eh?

But those are merely specifics of the whole. If I may use a pollution metaphor, those are merely infected, pus-filled whale-corpses floating on the top of the colossal toxic-waste-dump settling pool that is mass media perception. I flicked through CNN and MSNBC last night while waiting for Throkette to fall asleep (hint: she finally passed out during the Futurama intro at 11pm), and they were either screeching about Paris Hilton, or yelling about Chris Benoit and the "pill-popping morons" who turned him to murder, or some lady who's been stabbed to death (ignoring the other 400 women who were stabbed to death in the past week), or other equally frivolous stuff. Whenever anyone takes the time to talk about global issues, they do it in such a way that the people who are there to speak cogently and coherently are made to look like idiots, or at the very least attempted to. Personally, anytime the media pundits try to make someone look stupid, the 'victim' is more than capable of handling themselves (see: pill-popping moron wrestlers, idiot revisionist generals, or Tommy Chong.)

I've got another Bill Hicks quote that would be more than apt here, but I've already used my quote for the day, so I'll simply end this by saying: What the hell is wrong with you people?! These channels wouldn't exist if people weren't watching, which is wholly more depressing than the subject matter. The people are drinking from the settling pond, despite the infinite ocean of clean water all around them.... but it's a short walk away, whereas the settling pond is here NOW.

Okie dokie! I can't seem to directly post funny pictures to this yet, so I guess we'll just try a little bit of linking. Bigger Than Jesus!

Video of the day? Totally that Tommy Chong video. Watch it.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Let's Kick This Bitch Back In

They say rock n' roll is the devil's music. Well, let's say that it is; I've got news for you. Let's say that rock n' roll is the devil's music and we know it for a fact to be the absolutely, unequivocally true. Boy, at least he fucking jams!

Well, I'm back. It's a new blog (I like the layout better, though I had to Photoshop the backgrounds a little so it wasn't all happy-sunny and shit), it's a new me (though, really, I've been online as Marble longer than any of my other personas, Zalgon and Mighty Jalapeno included.) I'm hoping that starting from scratch will make it easier for me to blog here regularly, since I seem to be all disillusioned with my previous one, although reading back through my old posts, I was really on a roll in some spots. Why can't I write like that all the time?

Nothing I can think of right now to be all controversial with. I have some suggestions and articles backed up on the old laptop (hereafter named Roger), and I'll be getting to those soon enough, believe you me. For the nonce, though, I'll just leave you with some clever audio-visual stuff, and the hopes that my faithful readers will somehow leave the realm of the imaginary and the delusional, and post their support.


Clutch - Oregon. Hail, Draco, King of the Dragon Men!