» Things we do to fit in

Stand Up For Yourself - And Pay For It
Even as a child, I understood the importance of being yourself, standing up to peer pressure, following your own path and ignoring what everyone else thinks. As a consequence, I was miserably lonely, ostracised, bullied to the point of PTSD, and to this day I'm socially uncomfortable, bitter, and have almost no network of friends. Humans are social animals. It's in our nature. You have to either fit in, or find a place where you do.
All you people who are proud of yourselves for never doing anything to fit in? You're not iconoclast rebel hard-boys. You're just so average you fit in without trying. So all you self-congratulatory "I never did anything to fit in, hooray for me" cuntsmugs can just Fuck. Right. Off.
(Tue 20th Jan 2009, 14:35, More)

» Why should you be fired from your job?

I wrote the Bratz movie.
Yes, I was the one who said, "Let's take dolls who represent the most vicious of cliques, and turn it into a story about them fighting against cliques and being all inclusive. The hypocrisy will balance out the sexual exploitation and antisocial ostracism."

Yes, that's why I should *only* be fired, as opposed to being hung from a lamppost like the the psychopath who invented the slutdolls.

Length? No, hung *from* a lamppost.
(Mon 13th Aug 2007, 13:17, More)

» Where is the strangest place you have slept?

inflateable
(to the tune of My Darling Clementine)
In a wet suit
In the desert
Excavating for a mine...
(Wed 3rd Jan 2007, 9:34, More)

» Getting Old

VIC-20 16Kb RAM module. $100.
8Gb USB flash drive. $8.

That is all.
(Wed 13th Jun 2012, 12:13, More)

» Best Graffiti Ever

Hamilton Ontario Canada
Hamilton. Steeltown. A fair-sized city, a bit on the blue-collar end of the spectrum. (Nice art gallery, though. But I digress.)

I was walking past a construction site, and all along the wooden fence were scattered angry graffiti about some guy named Levak. I don't remember any verbatim, but clearly some guy was seriously pissed off at Levak. I walked along, pondering about what Levak had done, the nature of the conflict. Perhaps some cultural clash, given the immigrant mix in that working-class area. Graffiti not terribly specific, though. Made it all a bit of a mystery.

About 15 minutes later (or more), the penny drops. Like a lot of working-class blue-collars, this guy was angry at Quebec separatist politican Rene Levesque.

How can you care enough to hate that much, and not care enough to learn the correct spelling?


EDIT: Not a defense of the late Levesque, whose PQ is dangerously divisive, hypocritical in their treatment of Quebec anglophones, and borderline racist. But I can at least describe the issues, and spell the fucker's name.

Length? A few city blocks, as I recall.
(Fri 4th May 2007, 13:35, More)