Religion or Newgrounds? You decide! JOIN THE NG CULT TODAY!!!

Okay, so newgrounds is now up and running once again and it is beautiful. It feels like blasphemy to just look at it. Oh, why you ask? Because it proves that the gods of all those other religions are not the only divine beings. There is also...THE ENTIRE NEWGROUNDS STAFF! But wait! Whats this? The NG portfolio is fighting against all the other gods of all the other religions! Because there can only be one... Now I feel like I should burn my eyes out or something.

Best sweater EVER!!!

There's this guy wearing the coolest sweater. Its a picture of a baby with the whole rock Gene Simmons-waving-with-a-pick-in-his-hand thing. What do you call that? I've heard it called the devil horns and shit like that but I don't think that's really what it is. I think its just the symbol of pure, unadulterated rockin-ness. But I also don't think that it came from Gene Simmons waving with a pick in his hand. You know, 'cause Gene Simmons was a poseur. :P

On a completely unrelated note, I think that one of the kids sitting beside me said 'help my kitchen' in french to another kid. Yeah, I know. Its fucked up.

Everything is sooooo slooooowww...

I'm at the library on one of the computers and everything is reeeeaaallly slooooooww. Its pissing me the hell off. Well, actually, its just the email server but still! A man needs his spam. Actually, I don't get spam. Lucky me.

Aaaaagh! Its taking something like five minutes just to load one fuggin' message!

Its speeding up. Kalooh Kalaye! What a wonderful day!

IN MA BLOG, POSTIN MA POSTZ :3

OH MY GOD NEWGROUNDS IS DOING A HUGE OVERHAUL I AM SO FREAKIN EXITED!!!121!!!!oneoneone!!!!one!11!!!!!

I'm Back and its My Thirtieth Post. Huzzah!

Ok, I know I haven't been posting for a really long time and I'll be stopping again in a week because I'm going to Ontario to visit family and friends. When I was posting, I would get up to three or four posts a day and so I decided to take a break. Now I'm back and I'll post maybe once a day, give or take a few.

You guys remember how I said I've been turned off meat forever? Well now I'm a vegetarian. But not really because I still eat fish and the food made by my grandmother because both of them are fucking delicious. I could never go without fish or the meals made by my grandmother. But other then those things, I don't eat meat.

My brother is now a Hindu. Not a full fledged Hindu. He doesn't go to the church or practice the prayers, but he believes in the Hindu philosophies and things such as this. He's also a CrackBook-er, FaceBook-addict. I was too for a short time, but then I realized that I hardly knew anyone on there.

Last weekend, my brother and I slept over at my Uncles and played shit loads of Halo with my brother. In fact, we were up till 6:30 A.M. and we had still not beaten the game!!! Of course the next day we managed to beat it, just before we had to go. I'm so proud. It was the first game I have ever beaten. And on Heroic too!

In closing, its nice to be back and I'M SO EXCITED TO GO TO ONTARIO!!!11!!oneone!

I Have Been Turned Off of Meat Forever!

Remember that camp I went to right? Well all they served meat-wise was wet, slimy, sliced meat. Because of this, I have now developed a dislike for meat, sliced meat especially. I'm now trying vegetarianism and I'm liking it so far. Yay for vegies!

Johnny Cash is Awesome

I've been listening to Radio KoL since nine AM and I think the DJ fell asleep or something because she hasn't spoken for about half an hour and has been playing nothing but what sounds like one C.D. or collection of Johnny Cash. Not that I'm complaining. Johnny Cash is totally awesome especially when played over the radio. Even if its a web-based radio station.

Its Been a Good Day

Today was a good day. I left my friends house from a sleepover and went to the library. Then I came home, left again to do some filming with my friends. I came home again and have been chilling on the computator listening to Radio KoL

KoL is a Wonderful Thing. So are Zombies.

I have been a long-time player of KoL, playing on and off, and I just started yesterday for, like, the sixth time. I'm having a really fun time now except my charachter is totally konked on his gnaga hide couch.

So I'm listening to Radio KoL and I learn that I missed out on the Blog Like You've Never Blogged Before event thing. At first I didn't really care, but then I heard that it had something to do with zombies. I wish I could have been there. It will be one of my deepest regrets that I missed out on getting eaten by a definitely not-a-figment-of-my-imagination zombie.

Look What I Made!

I was just on artpad and I made this. Ouch.

Halo is a Fun Game

Last night, I was up till 3:00 AM playing Halo 2 with my brother and his friend. I think the first Halo was better. That game was kickass! But I am extraordinarily angry that they didn't include the goddamn Assault Rifle! Anyways, I got my amateur ass whooped in split screen. Ouch.

Holy Shit Yum Yum W00t!!!

I just saw 300. It was fucking awesome. I don't think that there's any way to describe its asskickin-nossity. It was so great, I might just jack off.

Its so funny how all the soldiers wear nothing but a cape and a speedo. I'd wear those duds. Smexy...

I'm sorry, I just can't write about 300 any more. Its just to damn fucking awesome. Instead, I'm just gonna talk about assorted underpants.

Tighty Whities: Everyones puts downs the tighties. I never understood why. Tighty whities are perfectly fine. They don't ride up in to your crotch and they give your loins room to breath.

Thongs/Banana Hammocks: I've never worn a thong but I image it must feel crappy to wear them. They're so fucking skinny... Bleh.

Briefs: Briefs are good. I like briefs. My only problem with briefs is that when you raise your leg to, say, get on a bike, briefs compress your balls like nobody's business.


Okay, that's all the types of underwear I can think of right now. I gotta get some sleep 'cause I gotta go do some filming with my friends tomorrow and I'm gonna be spending the majority of the morning looking for a fake mustache. We're gonna be filming a fake movie trailer, something to do with a bomb. Its gonna be fun. And ridiculous.

School Sucks

Our education system is flawed. We need more week ends. :P

This Spy's Gonna Have Nightmares

Ok, for one thing, I totally feel like a spy, all haxing that sight and shit. Today, my friend got the password again by using the I Forgot my Password button, so I changed the emailing address to john_smith02089@hotmail.com. (On a side note, apparently the ZIP code I used is worth $18, 122, 504 or something close to that.) Now I can change the pass without that damn meddlesome I Forgot my Password button.

In other news thats still related to the title I was reading MSN news and I saw the most disturbing picture of Marilyn Manson (see here). Now I'm really mad at Marilyn Mansion for scaring me.

I'm also mad because I just ate McDonald's french fries. I feel really guilty. I also feel like I'm gonna throw up. Each time I took a bite, grease actually puddled into my mouth.

Thank you MAD

I just love this.

Sweet Book

I just got jPod out from th library. Its a really good book.

That Was Easy...

Okay, so I just cracked my dumbass friends' site. It was waaaay too easy. Kinda creepy actually.

The site is retarded. All my friends are obsessed with who likes who and so they made a site about it. The only reason I know about it is that I sit behind three of the biggest gossipers.

...

I just read that last post I just made and I've come to an amazing revelation. You can tell you need a girl friend when you start thinking that triple shot no-foam soy milk lattes (comic ones, no less) start to look hot.

Questionable Content, Lattes and Woodies.

Okay, I have some how managed to both disturb myself to no end and give myself a woody without knowing how. On Sunday, I was reading a lot of Questionable Content (almost 300 comics spread through the day. What? Its a good comic.) and after reading this one, my pants were like a tent. I can only come up with two reasons for this. Number one is that I'm attracted to comic characters. Number two is that I'm attracted to triple shot no-foam soy milk lattes. I'm guessing the latter. There's just something mysteriously sexy about a soy milk latte, doubly so when its no-foam. Triply so when its a triple shot. I guess that makes this latte a quintuply mysteriously sexy triple shot no-foam soy milk latte. Mmmm, sexy...

Best T-Shirts EVAR!

I just found some of the absolute best t-shirts EVAR! I'd love to buy one, but they're all so wonderfully delicious, I just can't decide... Plus, they're a little beyond my price range (they're actually pretty good prices for t-shirts but I'm dirt poor). The t-shirts are for a comic called Questionable Content. I've been a long time reader but I never had any idea that they had such awesome merch! Anyways, here's a link to QC and now I'm off to eat some home-grown, uncut banana bread. Oh yeah... Baby.

Oficially Creepy!

Once when I was sitting at a library computer, out of the corner of my eye, I see this old dude on an online casino. But he's not playing. He's just staring at this add for porn on the site. It was just... Eugh...

Another thing was something my brother just told me. He's been having this reoccurring dream where he's got this big-ass heart-shaped scab right in the middle of his chest. He got it by falling on a rock. For some reason, my bro has gotta pick of the scab. Apparently it doesn't hurt to pick of the scab, but under the scab its all bloody and disgusting. Gross sounding, eh?

I once had a dream where everything was in comic book art with comic book characters. I think it was actually just Jason. So not actually comic characters. Anyways, there was this dude in a big truck driving in the middle of the night when suddenly Jason comes out of no where, lands on the truck, pulls the guy out of the truck through the window (Ouch!) and eats his head! Jason did some other bad things in that dream, all directed toward truckers. Jason just had something against truckers. Maybe one ran over his dog?

La Sob

I've got this little picture in my room of a little boy jumping over a candle. When I look at the picture, in my head the candle turns into a giant camp fire and the boys pants catch on fire. Then it just skips to the part where the boy's rolling on the ground, completely engulfed in fire. Then, when I try to cheer myself up, I stick a unicorn in the picture. But then a bear eats the unicorn. Then I start to cry... *Sob*... But seriously, I'm really scared of getting set on fire, or burning alive. Thats why I'm afraid of a giant camp fire hiding under my bed. For some reason, fire is just so damn entertaining. So I play with matches or burn paper in my kitchen sink. But then I realize I might set myself on fire (probably not gonna happen, but still!). Oh, and the bear eating the unicorn never happens. But last night I was singing a song about a unicorn called Fred getting eaten by a bear named Ted!

Big News

I just wanted to let y'all know that I started a little news column on the side bar. Each article of news is in a different color because I can't make a god damned space between each thing.

Deep...

I wonder what happens to you when you die? Maybe the entire world was just a big figment of your imagination and when you die, so does the rest of the world... Maybe everyone has their own little world where we all exist but the world is completely different for them and things are just sort of translated from one person's world to another's... Maybe Henry's world is just a big puddle of mud or something, and there's a completely language (or languages) and things like the T.V. or the car were never invented. That would just be freaky... An entire world created by your subconscious... If that were true, what I'm writing right now could be completely altered according to the readers universe of reality... Hey, maybe you don't just make the world, maybe you make the entire universe! The thing is, if that was true, wouldn't it be impossible to verify if it was true? You'll never be certain if this is true because, while all the people still exist, what they see, say, hear, feel and know is completely altered. I say car, you hear scrshcalln or something you can't even pronounce with the human tongue. Maybe Henry says things with his stomach! and it means something totally different, perhaps some sort of other commonly-used mode of transport

Back on the subject of dying, maybe you really do go to some sort of after-life. Or maybe you get reincarnated. Maybe, instead of creating the physical world that you live in, you create the after-world. I gotta stop writing, I'm giving myself a head ache...

Its like a fucking reptile zoo in here!

I just saw Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Johnny Depp's performance was very good. The movie itself wasn't super amazing or anything, but the acting was pretty good. There were a number of really great one liners in it such as Depp's line while high on acid in a casino bar "Jesus Christ. Its like a fucking reptile zoo in here. And someones giving these things booze!". That one made me laugh. The movie was just so ridiculous and yet it had this strange feeling of reality to it. Del Toro's character was just an absolute bastard. the movie was funny and odd and funny, but at the same time you just had this feeling that something really bad was gonna happen, as is usual in films like Fear and Loathing. Everyone just seems so volatile, ready to explode or crack. It was pretty good. I liked it.

I'm Back!

Hey all! I'm back from my camping trip. Right now I'm sitting, listening to the Arcade Fire and typing. I'm havin' a good day.

Here's my trip.

First we arrived at the ferry terminal. We took a ferry to somewhere and then wait for about an hour for the bus to arrive. It was around a 3 hour bus ride to another ferry terminal where we had to wait for another three hours. While we were waiting, some kids who had gone hiking had brought back a dog who we named Alfalfa. The ferry arrived (it was really shitty). We arrived at Powell River and took yet another bus to the camp. But it wasn't really a camp. It was definitely not what we had expected. The place was this kind of bleak building in the middle of this town. We thought we were gonna be in a cabin in the middle of a a forest or something. Anyways, we went inside, found our dorms, put our luggage and went outside to play some games in a field. Then we had dinner, went to our dorms and were supposed to go to sleep, but since going to sleep right away on the first night of something or other is lame, we stayed up till 1:00 (or at least me and the guys in my room did). On Tuesday me and some other people had to get packed and then we went on a bus to a forest to go camping. We were given tarps to build our own shelters (my groups was pretty good, I think) and then we got to go canoing and, after, hiking. Then we unpacked our sleeping bags and stuff and played games in the forest. The highlight of that day for me was when we played Capture-the-Flag. I found the flag really quick, by accident, while getting chased in the forest and then I made it past the line with the flag. It was cool. :P

Tuesday night was really fun, but at the same time it was really shitty. It was raining all night and our tarp started to sag until rain water would pool on the edge and then fall and splash on the ground. Me an' the other kids in my group had a party, playing Truth or Dare, doing stupid shit and just generally being guys. I hadn't done that in so long. I can't really say some of the stuff we did on the internet since probably the only people who'll read this will be my friends and that'd be really embarrassing, but I can tell you that, after something, the kid beside me, a kind of freaky wierdo, started grabbing my ass. It was hilarious but, at the same time, scaring.

Wednesday was the most awful experience I have ever had camping. All our stuff was soaking wet and we got this awful breakfast. When we finally left, we were all really pissed off but were excited because we got to have warm showers and the other kids would have to camp overnight at that hell hole while we got to move into each others rooms and have parties. Of course my teacher thought that it would be cruel to let the other kids stay at the camp, so they got to come back. It sucked. But then, it wasn't actually that bad 'cause we got to have fun anyways. That night me and my friend started drawing on the other kids in our dorm's faces. Then we stuck a receipt in one kids mouth. God, I wish we had had a camera that night.

On Thursday we got to go snorkling. I saw some cool stuff, like some huge starfish, little fishies and some crabs. Leaving water in a wet suit feels really weird 'cause you're on land and yet your body is surrounded in water. After that, we got to go to a beach where we learned how to make a fire and use a compass. We would have gone mountain climbing, but it was too wet.

The Arcade Fire is done. Now I'm listening to a mix tape my friend made me. Hurray!

Friday was the only sunny day we got. On that day, we went to an archery range, played some frisbee and packed our shit to leave. We took all the buses and the ferries (on the three hour bus I had to go pee the entire way) and went home. The trip was really great, but for some reason, the ferry rides were actually more fun then the trip its self. I guess because it was just a time when you could relax, hang out with your friends and just do whatever without having to worry about work, or activities or anything like that. All the same, the trip was really, really great!!!

Goodbye

I'm also leaving for camp tomorrow with my class. Its gonna be great. We're gonna do archery, mountain climbing, scuba diving, camping and kayaking. We're gonna be there for a week. Nothing but french, no english. Luckily, we get our to share cabins with three other people with no supervision so we can whisper. I'm also gonna bring a couple extra flash lights and some english books as well as some cards. Its gonna be fun. When I get back I'll post some pics of the place here. Oh, also, just a warning, in the summer, our computer's going to be turned off, so I'll only be able to use the computers at the library and they only give you an hour. That hour's precious, so I won't post much. (I don't think.) In closing, camping fuggin' rocks.

This sucks...

I can't go to the bat mitzvah and I got a bitchy burn on both of my shoulders and my back. Now I'm in my bed while my parents go shopping for some of the stuff I need for my camping trip. Still, I'm having a good time at m home. Its nice and peaceful right now. I got a spork for my camping trip but I don't know if I'll be allowed to have it. 'Cause, you know, its a Swiss Army spork. I think the spork was a great invention. Its just so ingenious to combine a spoon with a fork in order to minimise the amount of crap you have to cart around. And then to make it a swiss army spork, that's even better. Its like a lot of really handy tools crammed into one lovely little package. Yay! Happy Swiss goodness!

Packed up Weekend

I've got a packed weekend. Today I'm going to the pool. Tomorrow I gotta go to my friends Bat Mitsvah (did I spell that right?) and then I'm leaving for a week so I gotta get prepped for that. Later.

Its Environmentaly Wack and I'm Making My Attack

This morning I was sat on a rock at the beach from 7:00 to roughly 7:40. In those forty minutes I saw, heard, smelt and just overall sensed beauty in its rawest, most wonderful form: Nature. I also saw, heard, smelt and sensed the raping of our world. I saw huge, filthy tankers and that made me think about the sea life that has and still will die because of us. Once, when I was on a dock, I saw this bloated, dead body of a seal, white and rotting. Beside it, the water was rainbow colored from all the gasoline from the boats. I've seen clearcut forests and it makes me think: "Why don't we stop this? I'm sure that those who head these operations realize the consequences of destroying the world and yet they destroy it all the same. Why?". The answer is obvious. Profit.
We've been conditioned to believe that money is a necessity. Its not. But thats what many people think. After all, without money, you wouldn't have your T.V. right? But when the atmosphere is obliterated, when the ozone lair has disappeared, when there is no air to breath, its going to take a crowbar to take the T.V. remote from your rigid, dead hands. For rigor mortis will have set in by then. Or at least its physical incarnation. True rigor mortis has set in centuries back, when all of our "progress" had begun. When Columbus and Cortes had massacred all the natives that had been living. There are only a few tribes of people scattered across the world that have been left untouched by this "modern world". This world of savage, blood-thirsty savages. For we are not living in civilization. We are living in a world of evil, murder and the unnatural, disgusting beauty. The things we now hold dear are the tools of this worlds destruction. We must take action. We cannot tolerate this raping of Mother Nature. We cannot tolerate these dams, who hold back her fury and her gentle kindness. We cannot tolerate these clear cuts which mar her subtle beauty. We cannot tolerate these strip mines who rob her of her of that which keeps her going, and holds her up. We cannot tolerate these fat cat, rich, greedy sons of bitches who take advantage of her and exploit her. We must take action.

Anarchy 101

I'll have you all know that I am an anarchist and feel very strongly about my opinions and views. I grew and am growing up in an anarchist family. I've only met one other person who truly understands anarchy and would ever consider it. That's why I wrote this.

Anarchy 101:

1. Human nature is not to be a vicious selfish brute. We have been conditioned to think this by our society, but this ludicrous Hobbesian idea should not be allowed to stand any longer. Almost everyone on this thread has said, on the issue of crime, that they personally would not go out and murder, steal and rape, but it is ever so obvious that there a so many other people that would do just that. But the basic fact is that over 99% of all criminals are victims of circumstance. They have been forced into a life of crime by their conditions, conditions that have been imposed on them by a central, semi-dictatorial authority (i.e. a government). So, we would not in fact devolve into a cesspool of criminal chaos if government were removed; in fact we would most likely benefit from it. After all, when we are all equal, there is no need for crime.

2. Just because there is no hierarchy, does not mean there is no support infrastructure. If every person used their own unique talents for the benefit of the community, for the general good, then why shouldn't everyone receive adequate health-care, education, and other necessities? People need not be ordered to help their friends and families. They can simply do it themselves.

3. A common argument that has been put forth is that anarchy, like communism, can only work on a small scale. This is true. But why shouldn't the world be split up into a multitude of small, self-sustaining, anarchist communities? It's quite probable that this is how the world will end up anyway, as peak oil and the collapse of society as we now know it occurs.

4. Another common argument is that an anarchist society would be overwhelmed and conquered without a central authority. This brings up an interesting point: the similarity between militaries and pennies. If you eliminate all militaries, you eliminate the need for all militaries at the same time. As with pennies. This is why I am a firm advocate of a unified, global anarchist revolution. If all military powers are eliminated at once, there is no threat of a hostile take-over.

5. There is historical precedent for functioning anarchist societies. In fact, in case you have forgotten, that is how humanity lived out it's first few thousand years. More recently, some Native American cultures had lived in semi-anarchist, fully autonomous societies for millenia before they were wiped out by Europeans who lived in less enlightened, militarily minded societies. More recently still, during the French, Russian, and Spanish revolutions, anarchist societies sprung and lived in harmony and peace until they to were crushed by their less enlightened brothers and sisters.

Finally, as a rebuttal to all you naysayers, I have never seen nor read V for Vendetta, although many friends have expounded it's seemingly innumberable virtues upon me. I have merely read the works of Peter Kropotkin and Emma Goldman. For a slightly more accesible work, I suggest those of you curious to learn more about anarchism (as it is properly called) to read Derrick Jensen and Ward Churchill.

And before any of you post your undoubtably noble and valid responses to this text, I would like you all to answer this question to yourselves: which would you rather live under, an opressive, lying, corrupt, and morally bankrupt government, or an anarchy? Think well upon it.

That was an excerpt from a debate I had on anarchy. You can see the entire thing here.

My teacher sucks.

You know what's awful? Those teachers who just like one or two students for absofugginlutely no reason at all. I've got one like that. She. Is. A. Bitch. She likes this one girl (we'll call her Sally) and she hates this other girl (we'll call her Jules). Just a couple days ago, my teacher starts yelling at Jules because she's not doing any thing. Here's how it went. Roughly.

Teacher: Jules, what are you doing? You should be doing art.

Jules: I finished my art project.

T: Let me see it.

J: Oh, I finished it at home and its still there.

T: You always leave things at home and hand things in late!

J: I'm sorry.

T: Do you think this is funny? Because its really not!

J: No, I don't think its funny.

T: You handed in le Projet du Pays late! I still don't have Mon Quartier! Blah blah blah...

J: Okay. I'm sorry.

T: Well, what can you do?

J: I could read?

T: And?

J: Projet de lecture?

T: And?

J: Science?

T: Good.

Now, Before we go any further, I'm going to give you some back history as to what I'm talking about and tell you about the other student, Sally. Those things I mentioned (Projet du Pays, and Projet de Lecture) are some of our more resent projects. The other thing I mentioned (Mon Quartier) was a project from last term. Now, Jules may not be a very good student, but Sally isn't very good either, and yet she gets straight A's. She still hasn't handed in Profet du Pays but she'll still get an A on it even though it was due something like three weeks ago and is pretty much our entire socials mark. In a play that both Jules and Sally are in, my teach can only compliment (or at least refrain from criticizing) even though and yet she has something bad to say to every0ne else in all the other plays. Now, continuing with the story, Jules gets a book and before she even opens it, the teacher walks up and says "Oh, so you're just going to fake read, are you?!" and starts ranting about how bad a student Jules is and how she has "...given up hope" for the cause of Jules.

One other thing, my teach is 100% against abortion and in class, in front of everyone, she starts ranting about how abortion "...is an awful practice and should be stopped". A teacher cannot do that. Its fine to say that she doesn't like abortion, but she cannot enforce her opinions in the class!

Now I must close this post by saying that my teach fucking sucks. My teach fucking sucks.

I hate first posts...

Okay, so here's my first post. I've been telling myself to post on this blog (I made it about two weeks ago) but I just never got around to it. I've had a shit load of work piled on me these past few weeks so I've been really busy. Now I'm on a library computer because my home computer is completely bonified at this moment in time. Any ways, you won't see me post very much at all because next week I'm going to camp for a week with my class and then the computer's gonna get turned off for the summer. First posts are so awkward.

Hmmm... subject matter, subject matter... Hey, this cop just walked in with a big black bag. Wonder what he's doing? He just walks up past the desk and into the back-room. Wonder what he's got in the bag? I guess he's just got a bunch of confiscated books or some other library shit in the bag. No, he just walked out with the bag, still full, and left. Odd...