Well, today I was thinking about how my time in high school affected me.
“RUN FOR THE HILLS ANOTHER EMO RANT ABOUT BULLYING!”
Fear not, I’m actually not going to be assed doing that. Actually, the blog today is about how the classes I attended (or in some cases didn’t attend) have actually shaped my life and had an impact on my career as a struggling writer. This will only go back to Year 7 (2001) and on to my final year of high school in Year 12 (2006).
CLASS SPECIFIC
English (Yr 7 – 10)
English, ah, dear English. Seriously, has anyone ever thought of scrapping this school course yet? I mean, it’s pathetic! Okay, I’ll admit, during Yr 9 – 10 I did have the blessing to have one A. Nisbet as my teacher, during which I really became inspired to be a writer, but only because he knew to challenge me and because he tried to make the material interesting. That’s the sad thing really. During this entire course I was bored off my ass, mainly because I was more into the creative part of this course, writing is what I’m good at, and it paid off. Other than that, learning about some of the dodgiest poetry that is in no way interesting is like having a chainsaw inserted like a catheter. About all I ever got from my time in English was the privilege of learning under Mr Nisbet and getting up a good chat with Emma, a friend of mine. Actually to be honest, in this course I did get to read four great books, being The Giver, Bridge to Wiseman’s Cove, Bridge to Terabithia and Tomorrow, When The War Began. Other than that, please, give the kids a break, don’t teach them Shakespeare, it’s torture (or David Grey, seriously, the man’s poetry is cream of shit).
Advanced English (Yr 11 – 12)
Despite my hatred of the ways they taught English in Yr 7 – 10, that was mainly a problem I had with the course being so outdated and incredibly dull and boring with no chance for creativity. I thought doing Advanced English in senior high would alleviate that problem. Well, I have heard that in other classes things were different, but I had a real dick for my teacher (in-joke right there), who pandered to the jocks. He also didn’t know his material, which is about as useful as a cock-flavoured lollipop. At no point in my entire two years of doing Advanced English did I find anything useful or fun (and for a time, about a term or so, I did not attend class, rather, I just studied in the library, which improved my marks). And for those of a creative bent, you’ll be amused to know that I was failed for a short story I wrote which ironically won a state award that very day.
Extension English 1 (Yr 11)
Now this was an English class I enjoyed, and along with a fond memory Mr Nisbet it would be this class that helped gear me towards where I wanted to go in life as a writer. We learned about all the cool things in English, no Shakespeare. No, we’re talking things like Frankenstein and Dracula. We’re talking about lots of creative work. Sadly, I didn’t continue with this course (or its sister course, Extension English 2) because along with working and other courses I was doing (mainly Legal Studies) I did not have the time needed to do it justice. However, it’s mark is probably what led me to do English as a major at university.
General Mathematics (Yr 7 – 8, 11 – 12)
Okay, for the record, I’m not a math student. I don’t enjoy math, I have no passion for it and generally avoid it. This is mainly because I’m much more the literary type rather than a blind hatred. I think I remember very little from this course (both sets). Yr 7 – 8 was simple and so long ago that all I really remember is falling asleep only to wake up saying a number which was actually the correct answer to the question the teacher had asked (talk about luck). Yr 11 – 12 was far better, as basically General Mathematics in those years was simply a rehash of the previous two years of mathematics (see below), needless to say, my cunning gave me really good marks.
Advanced Mathematics (Yr 9 – 10)
The fact I was doing Advanced Mathematics (which at this time was forced upon me by the school because apparently I’m smart, who’d have thought that) is a point I sometimes both curse and relish. I curse it because I hated my time in this class. I had no love of the course and beside me sat Kyle, who would think of new formulas (which were incredibly useful may I add) just for kicks. About the only real highlights I have are when I told my witch of a teacher she was wrong in her teaching and that she had no right to punish me and when a chicken-hawk died by flying into the window right beside me on my birthday... actually, the latter wasn’t so great.
Science (Yr 7 – 10)
Kids, I’m going to make this brief. I am not a science student. To me it’s just all numbers and calculations, applied math basically. Okay, I enjoyed myself at times, mainly because I had either some of the gang to try and blow up the power points (yes, it was stupid, no I don’t regret a moment). However, I did relatively well, but in truth it wasn’t my thing, so I dropped it for my senior years.
History (Yr 7 – 10)
History... well, it’s a mixed bag really. Due to my genre of reading and writing, I love the medieval and ancient stuff (and whenever I could I would use my love of mythology to my advantage). However, modern history rarely interests me, and this is mainly because we skim over a lot of the details. Oh, and while the older stuff is cool, modern history is boring and learning about Australia is useless. We’re under three centuries old, therefore, our history is boring.
Ancient History (Yr 11 – 12)
From the above you could have guessed I would do this course. Loved every moment of it, had a great teacher (who was honest enough to tell me the truth of my graduating year, we’re the “Bad Year”), good friends and I knew what I was talking about most of the time, since we spent most of our time on Greek and Roman history (my favourite history). While not many people will know this, this class helped me form some of the style in my writing, and since I work in fantasy fiction, it also influenced my way of thinking of how a nation can work. But the crowning moment of my entire time in that class was when my teacher, one David Higgins, told me that I would have been just as great a princeps as Augustus Caesar (who was the first ‘Roman Emperor’ and perhaps the greatest) due to my ability to predict what would need to be done to gain power in ancient times. Hey, studying people is easy for me.
Geography (Yr 7 – 10)
Yawn. Didn’t learn a thing. Sure, I passed with flying colours because I was very good at it, but map reading and understanding pollution is bad is incredibly easy. Hmmm... I think I spent most of the final year of this course mucking around with the guys and calling my female teacher “sir” (and then pretending it was an accident).
Japanese (Yr 8)
Fuck this shit. I remember jack all. I came second in the year in the exams, but fuck, I forgot the entire year within weeks of it ending. To really learn something from another culture, you need to experience the culture, and sitting in a classroom doesn’t work there.
Legal Studies (Yr 9 – 12)
This was a course that had a great influence in my career (and until I decided I would not defend the guilty nor punish the innocent would have actually been my career). The ways the laws are made, their origins, how they influence society, how they shape our very way of life and the politics behind it are so complicated and involved that a lot of my thinking is always thinking about “now how did this happen”, a result of my time in this class. My last two years were taught by a brilliant and devoted teacher, Mrs Chapple, who deserves a medal for putting up with me and a few of the gang. And yes, I did very well.
Religious Studies (Yr 7 – 10)
Going through Catholic schooling does have its drawbacks, and the mandatory religion classes, all of which I aced utterly because I know Christianity and other religions to some degree. That was the most amusing thing for my entire time in that class, that the school’s biggest heretic was perhaps it’s greatest student in religion. Often I was criticised in the class for my beliefs, but eventually all the teachers stood down after I assailed them with a speech on just how deceiving the course is, never once mentioning things like the Salem Witch Trials or the Spanish Inquisition. In fact, the only time anything bad was mentioned was in reference to the Reformation, which was glossed over with “but they went and fixed it”. Fixed it my ass. But still, I do use Christianity, and some of what I learned frequently in my writing.
Studies of Religion 1 (Yr 11 – 12)
The mandatory class I took and to a degree enjoyed. My teacher, one Mr Newman, was a young go-getter and knew his stuff. He made the class enjoyable and realised my hatred for Christianity for what is was, a hatred at a lack of tolerance (I am aware of the irony). Despite his strong beliefs (which only once I came to loggerheads with on an entirely unrelated issue) we got on well, and my quick thinking, understanding of religion and how people work often allowed me to see all sides of the issue we were discussing and often win any debates, a trait I have taken to heart: use their own arguments against them. Still, wasn’t all bad, and I got good marks for my assignments (which were never on Christianity).
Society and Culture (Yr 11 – 12)
Ok, I’ll be honest, I took this class for base reasons. First of all, it was the second biggest bludge I ever did. Second of all was the women. I was the only guy in class... and not gay (boo yeah). I remarkably well in this course however, due to my interest in Legal Studies (which really paid up) and my own interest in human nature. Was also fun to make sexist comments and watch all the girls get riled up. They were so cute when they were angry. I did however learn that I am slightly more insightful than I at first thought.
PD-HPE (Yr 7 – 10)
Gym class. Look, I was the fat pimply kid, do I really need to explain how this was for me. About the only time I succeed was in anything theory. Crowning moment was my necrophilia joke during a sex-ed class. Apparently “crack open a cold one” isn’t as funny to some people as it is to me. I didn’t know they were stiffs about humour. Oh... that was bad. Talk about a killer joke...
Drama (Yr 9 – 10)
Ironically, this class isn’t what inspired me to do Drama as a major at university. This class was simply a massive bludge where me and two other guys talked about computers, movies, sex, the beach, cars, sex, the odd assignment, schoolyard fights and sex. Seriously we did nothing, achieved nothing, learned nothing and spent most of our time just checking out some of the girls in our class, because they were pretty good looking. However, I decide on my own style and format of play writing during this time. Things I enjoyed were playing the penultimate drag queen, playing the pathetic superhero “Paper Bag Boy” (I was high at the time for that one), going to Wakkikiri, making a mask and the constant sense of fun in that class. There were some bad things, but considering this course taught me just to have fun and enjoy your life every once in a while, I’ll be happy.
General Things I Learned From School
* Water bombs and white shirts on the girls. Need I say more. However, they can hurt, so learn to dodge.
* Being an atheist and open about it in a Catholic school is for the brave. And the wise. And those with nothing to lose socially.
* Don’t fail a class just to impress people.
* No matter what you’re taught, you have to be willing to learn.
* Never be afraid to be who you are.
* Never be afraid to call someone out, even a teacher, if they are being unjust.
* Never be afraid to step in to help someone. It pays well.
* If you’re a nerd, know how to fight.
* And finally, resist the urge to go postal on jocks.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Popularity Contest Of 2009
The following pictures are real. They were taken from the Google Search Engine (www.google.com) using the following parameters:
* SafeSearch turned off.
* Search from entire web.
Image 1:
* Search word was Jesus Christ.
Image 2:
* Search word was Jesus.
Image 3:
* Search word was porn.
Image 4:
* Search word was Moses.
Image 5:
* Search word was Mohammed.
Image 6:
* Search word was Buddha.
Image 7:
* Search word was God.
Image 8:
* Search word was Satan.
Image 9:
* Search word was Good.
Image 10:
* Search word was Evil.
The Results
And the score is, from most popular to least popular:
1) Good (2, 230, 000, 000)
2) God (556, 000, 000)
3) Evil (292, 000, 000)
4) Porn (248, 000, 000)
5) Jesus (213, 000, 000)
6) Moses (42, 300, 000)
7) Satan (37, 200, 000)
8) Jesus Christ (34, 200, 000)
9) Buddha (30, 700, 000)
10) Mohammed (28, 700, 000)
Synopsis
Well, to be honest, I never really planned much in the way of a synopsis but allow me to just clarify three rather amusing things I learned from this little experiment.
1) Porn is more popular than Jesus, Moses, Satan, Jesus Christ, Buddha and Mohammed, but not as popular as Good, God and Evil.
2) Good is not only more popular than evil, it is popular than everything else on the list.
3) Everything is more popular than Mohammed.
Remember, keep it kinky!
* SafeSearch turned off.
* Search from entire web.
Image 1:
* Search word was Jesus Christ.
Image 2:
* Search word was Jesus.
Image 3:
* Search word was porn.
Image 4:
* Search word was Moses.
Image 5:
* Search word was Mohammed.
Image 6:
* Search word was Buddha.
Image 7:
* Search word was God.
Image 8:
* Search word was Satan.
Image 9:
* Search word was Good.
Image 10:
* Search word was Evil.
The Results
And the score is, from most popular to least popular:
1) Good (2, 230, 000, 000)
2) God (556, 000, 000)
3) Evil (292, 000, 000)
4) Porn (248, 000, 000)
5) Jesus (213, 000, 000)
6) Moses (42, 300, 000)
7) Satan (37, 200, 000)
8) Jesus Christ (34, 200, 000)
9) Buddha (30, 700, 000)
10) Mohammed (28, 700, 000)
Synopsis
Well, to be honest, I never really planned much in the way of a synopsis but allow me to just clarify three rather amusing things I learned from this little experiment.
1) Porn is more popular than Jesus, Moses, Satan, Jesus Christ, Buddha and Mohammed, but not as popular as Good, God and Evil.
2) Good is not only more popular than evil, it is popular than everything else on the list.
3) Everything is more popular than Mohammed.
Remember, keep it kinky!
Monday, December 29, 2008
Up Shit Creek Without A Boat
There are times that happen, rarely, that I feel regret at being an atheist.
Today would be one such occaison.
Don't get me wrong, it's not because I feel remorse at some petty infighting between friends or family, or the death toll in the Middle East (which I largely ignore because I'm white, Australian and anything that doesn't affect the Western world isn't important) but rather the fact I'm looking for someone to blame.
Blame for what?
Well, here's your nice answer. MY FUCKING LIFE.
Allow me to inform you of the story of my life which can be summed up as complicated, and with a slight bit of description can be summed up as the kind of life where I wish for a pot of gold only to have it fall from the sky land on my head and make brain pancake. In other words, just as things go my way, things fall apart. For my own little insanity this isn't such a bad thing, I thrive in both order and chaos, but seriously give me a freaking break.
This year my bank account has been fucked over. Ironically, this occurred before the global crash, which should be a warning: Whatever happens to me happens to the world (so people, make love, not war, giggity).
And how did my own financial crisis get so screwed over? Well, I'd like to blame someone, and right now I have no one to blame. Anyway, I've had to deal with medical issues this year that prevented me from working (that is three ways of losing money right there: medical bills, no work, using savings to get by). If that wasn't enough, my Acer Laptop (Aspire 1640) decided to die, literally the motherboard melted. Ok, warranty can fix that. Wrong. It was a week, a lousy week, out of warranty. DO THEY MAKE THESE THINGS WITH KILL SWITCHES OR SOMETHING. On top of that I've just gone past Xmas, and there goes even more money (though I was picking up some shifts at work) which left me, lets face it, a poor university student. This is so not fair.
But here's where shit (pardon the pun) get's interesting. Recently work has been upping my shifts even more, which means more money I can put away for a new laptop. And they even gave me my first Sunday shift (at 1.5x the pay rate) in months! Huzzah! Happy day.
Wrong. No, that's when the gastro bug finally decides to say: hey Mitchell, you've been pretty good, haven't got much going on in your life currently to stress you (for those that can't tell, that sentence is overflowing with sarcasm), lets go and give you the screaming squits.
So here I was, at work, sitting upstairs, my ass feeling a pain somewhat akin to being raped by a black man wearing a condom made of sandpaper and fire, and I call work (from the toilet inside work) to tell them "Hey, yeah, just found out I have a faucet in my ass and it sprung a leak. Yeah I'm going to have to go home and lose all the money I need." I hang up and get the paper to wipe my ass. That is 1-ply toilet paper that my employers give their staff, sandpaper rough to wipe my violated ass with.
So I'll leave you with that image now and while I know some creeps will read this and masturbate, just remember, keep it kinky.
Sweet Jesus, here comes another load!
Today would be one such occaison.
Don't get me wrong, it's not because I feel remorse at some petty infighting between friends or family, or the death toll in the Middle East (which I largely ignore because I'm white, Australian and anything that doesn't affect the Western world isn't important) but rather the fact I'm looking for someone to blame.
Blame for what?
Well, here's your nice answer. MY FUCKING LIFE.
Allow me to inform you of the story of my life which can be summed up as complicated, and with a slight bit of description can be summed up as the kind of life where I wish for a pot of gold only to have it fall from the sky land on my head and make brain pancake. In other words, just as things go my way, things fall apart. For my own little insanity this isn't such a bad thing, I thrive in both order and chaos, but seriously give me a freaking break.
This year my bank account has been fucked over. Ironically, this occurred before the global crash, which should be a warning: Whatever happens to me happens to the world (so people, make love, not war, giggity).
And how did my own financial crisis get so screwed over? Well, I'd like to blame someone, and right now I have no one to blame. Anyway, I've had to deal with medical issues this year that prevented me from working (that is three ways of losing money right there: medical bills, no work, using savings to get by). If that wasn't enough, my Acer Laptop (Aspire 1640) decided to die, literally the motherboard melted. Ok, warranty can fix that. Wrong. It was a week, a lousy week, out of warranty. DO THEY MAKE THESE THINGS WITH KILL SWITCHES OR SOMETHING. On top of that I've just gone past Xmas, and there goes even more money (though I was picking up some shifts at work) which left me, lets face it, a poor university student. This is so not fair.
But here's where shit (pardon the pun) get's interesting. Recently work has been upping my shifts even more, which means more money I can put away for a new laptop. And they even gave me my first Sunday shift (at 1.5x the pay rate) in months! Huzzah! Happy day.
Wrong. No, that's when the gastro bug finally decides to say: hey Mitchell, you've been pretty good, haven't got much going on in your life currently to stress you (for those that can't tell, that sentence is overflowing with sarcasm), lets go and give you the screaming squits.
So here I was, at work, sitting upstairs, my ass feeling a pain somewhat akin to being raped by a black man wearing a condom made of sandpaper and fire, and I call work (from the toilet inside work) to tell them "Hey, yeah, just found out I have a faucet in my ass and it sprung a leak. Yeah I'm going to have to go home and lose all the money I need." I hang up and get the paper to wipe my ass. That is 1-ply toilet paper that my employers give their staff, sandpaper rough to wipe my violated ass with.
So I'll leave you with that image now and while I know some creeps will read this and masturbate, just remember, keep it kinky.
Sweet Jesus, here comes another load!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
I Told You They Were Wii-Tarded
This is only a short blog while I take some time out of my usual chaotic life to simply gloat.
The Nintendo Wii can lead to severe injury.
I shit you not. Recent news reports from certified news companies (NBN News Australia, click here for full story) have exposed that certain games can cause gamers (who, let's face it, aren't exactly the athletic type) suffer injuries such as tendon damage and all sorts of nastiness.
Games which cause this include Wii-Fit and many sporting simulations.
Well, first of all, why the hell are you playing a sporting game on a console? Seriously, you want to play a sport then GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE AND PLAY A GOD DAMN SPORT YOU LAZY SHIT! Seriously, games are about doing things we really don't do, such at shooting aliens, zombies or being a Level 30 Elf Mage.
But this news of the Wii actually causing injury has given me quite a good laugh this Christmas as many of my friends are getting them, and I know it sounds harsh, but my friends in pain is rather amusing to me (hopefully George Bush got one).
Oh, and for the record, I am a slave to the evil corporation as Windows (XP and Vista mainly) are my preferred operating systems and yes, I do own an Xbox. However, to be fair, Mac/Apple isn't too bad either.
Sure, my consoles die from time to time, but at least they don't try to do me harm (mental stress not included).
Anyway, have fun with your new toys, whether they sing, dance, play games or vibrate and remember, keep it kinky!
The Nintendo Wii can lead to severe injury.
I shit you not. Recent news reports from certified news companies (NBN News Australia, click here for full story) have exposed that certain games can cause gamers (who, let's face it, aren't exactly the athletic type) suffer injuries such as tendon damage and all sorts of nastiness.
Games which cause this include Wii-Fit and many sporting simulations.
Well, first of all, why the hell are you playing a sporting game on a console? Seriously, you want to play a sport then GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE AND PLAY A GOD DAMN SPORT YOU LAZY SHIT! Seriously, games are about doing things we really don't do, such at shooting aliens, zombies or being a Level 30 Elf Mage.
But this news of the Wii actually causing injury has given me quite a good laugh this Christmas as many of my friends are getting them, and I know it sounds harsh, but my friends in pain is rather amusing to me (hopefully George Bush got one).
Oh, and for the record, I am a slave to the evil corporation as Windows (XP and Vista mainly) are my preferred operating systems and yes, I do own an Xbox. However, to be fair, Mac/Apple isn't too bad either.
Sure, my consoles die from time to time, but at least they don't try to do me harm (mental stress not included).
Anyway, have fun with your new toys, whether they sing, dance, play games or vibrate and remember, keep it kinky!
Monday, December 22, 2008
A Festivus for the Rest of Us
Howdy.
I know, not much a greeting since this is my first official post on Blogspot (now known as Blogger). But I thought I'd use the seasonal spirit to make my entry.
Unfortunately, I can neither light fireworks, have a band, nor walk in with a couple of supermodels using the power of text. Well, I could, but that would be lying.
Since this is the holiday season, I thought I'd describe Christmas in Australia, and just how fucking stupid we can be. In case you hadn't realised it, I'm an Aussie.
First of all, Christmas was originally celebrated in the Northern Hemisphere, during winter, thus, having Santa in his woolly outfit and having the whole White Christmas (no puns there on racial minorites, please) makes a lot of sense.
This just does not work Down Under. Seriously, Australia is fucking hot. I mean, why do you think we all have backyard pools, or lakes, or ponds, or rivers or the beach. Because if we stay about five minutes out in the sun during summer we're likely to end up as wrinkled and hideous as Margaret Thatcher!
And then of course, diving into anything other than a backyard pool has risks. Go to the lake, be eaten by a crocodile or bitten by a snake. Go to the pond, same deal. Go the beach and you've sharks, jellyfish all manner of nasty critters waiting for their own Christmas dinner. Hell, even our pools are dangerous, we have like 10-20+ kids die a year from pool accidents.
About the only real advantage is all the hot girls in bikinis. Which utterly sucks for me because I have to take off my glasses to go swimming, which means all I see is a blur, and I'll be thinking "Hey! That chick iss sunbathing without a bikini top!" No. In fact, all I'm seeing is my blurry vision of a really effeminate man in speedoes. I so need laser eye surgery.
But back to the whole Christmas thing. Well, as you may have got the message (and if you didn't you're a moron, go back to high school), Australia is hot. So why the fuck do we have roast dinners on Christmas day? Seriously, are we that white? I mean, here we are, the world's lucky country, with shrimp, oysters and a whole lot of other goodies and we have roast?!
Gah!
While the trend is changing for the better (more BBQs and seafood, yay) this tradition is kind of sad, I mean, just once I would like to see a Christmas dinner that had more cold meats.
Oh, and you may have noticed that nowhere previously have I mentioned the religious side of Christmas. Well, this is why.
Religion, in my viewpoint, is outdated, full of stupidity and largely bigoted. So the only time I'll give it respect is when it does something intelligent (which is kind of like how I give my dog a treat every time she does a neat trick, doesn't change the fact she's a dumb dog).
Sure, Jesus was born and *yawn*.
You want the real message of Christmas? Hell, then screw religion.
Celebrate Xmas, the commerical holiday, where family is forced to be nice to each other and give gifts, they're forced to spend at least one day celebrating just how nice life can be. Sure, it's tacky. Sure, it's cloying. But being with family and friends is the point of Xmas/Christmas/Hannukah/(Other), and call me old fashioned, but days like that help bring us together (and also allow me to learn the current gossip).
Happy Holidays and keep it kinky!
I know, not much a greeting since this is my first official post on Blogspot (now known as Blogger). But I thought I'd use the seasonal spirit to make my entry.
Unfortunately, I can neither light fireworks, have a band, nor walk in with a couple of supermodels using the power of text. Well, I could, but that would be lying.
Since this is the holiday season, I thought I'd describe Christmas in Australia, and just how fucking stupid we can be. In case you hadn't realised it, I'm an Aussie.
First of all, Christmas was originally celebrated in the Northern Hemisphere, during winter, thus, having Santa in his woolly outfit and having the whole White Christmas (no puns there on racial minorites, please) makes a lot of sense.
This just does not work Down Under. Seriously, Australia is fucking hot. I mean, why do you think we all have backyard pools, or lakes, or ponds, or rivers or the beach. Because if we stay about five minutes out in the sun during summer we're likely to end up as wrinkled and hideous as Margaret Thatcher!
And then of course, diving into anything other than a backyard pool has risks. Go to the lake, be eaten by a crocodile or bitten by a snake. Go to the pond, same deal. Go the beach and you've sharks, jellyfish all manner of nasty critters waiting for their own Christmas dinner. Hell, even our pools are dangerous, we have like 10-20+ kids die a year from pool accidents.
About the only real advantage is all the hot girls in bikinis. Which utterly sucks for me because I have to take off my glasses to go swimming, which means all I see is a blur, and I'll be thinking "Hey! That chick iss sunbathing without a bikini top!" No. In fact, all I'm seeing is my blurry vision of a really effeminate man in speedoes. I so need laser eye surgery.
But back to the whole Christmas thing. Well, as you may have got the message (and if you didn't you're a moron, go back to high school), Australia is hot. So why the fuck do we have roast dinners on Christmas day? Seriously, are we that white? I mean, here we are, the world's lucky country, with shrimp, oysters and a whole lot of other goodies and we have roast?!
Gah!
While the trend is changing for the better (more BBQs and seafood, yay) this tradition is kind of sad, I mean, just once I would like to see a Christmas dinner that had more cold meats.
Oh, and you may have noticed that nowhere previously have I mentioned the religious side of Christmas. Well, this is why.
Religion, in my viewpoint, is outdated, full of stupidity and largely bigoted. So the only time I'll give it respect is when it does something intelligent (which is kind of like how I give my dog a treat every time she does a neat trick, doesn't change the fact she's a dumb dog).
Sure, Jesus was born and *yawn*.
You want the real message of Christmas? Hell, then screw religion.
Celebrate Xmas, the commerical holiday, where family is forced to be nice to each other and give gifts, they're forced to spend at least one day celebrating just how nice life can be. Sure, it's tacky. Sure, it's cloying. But being with family and friends is the point of Xmas/Christmas/Hannukah/(Other), and call me old fashioned, but days like that help bring us together (and also allow me to learn the current gossip).
Happy Holidays and keep it kinky!
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