So I am a stand-up comedy nerd... fangirl... perhaps FIEND would be more accurate.
I'm not sure when this started, certainly not as long ago as my harry potter obsession, in fact probably only within the last 2 years. But it started, and now I am obsessed. I love the quickness of it, I love when it goes wrong, I love that people make whole careers out of making others laugh and being stupid. What a great life. My twitter account is devoted almost entirely to following comedians, and then retweeting them, @ replying them, and then dying with excitement when they reply (it happens more often then you would think).
Just yesterday, Josh Thomas walked into my office. That's not that weird, if you know where I work it makes sense and you would think that I would be cool cucumber about it but no. I got very, very star struck. I'm not even really sure why. I do like him, he's very funny - and I am mega into anti-comedy comedy of which he is a king - but he's not one of my absolute favourites. Also, as I said - it shouldn't have been that surprising to see him. But seriously, my stomach did a little turn and I think I may have blushed. LAME. It's ok dear reader, I didn't do anything stupid. While my housemate did suggest I should have "lovehugged" him, I kept my cool... and then promptly left the office before my cool leapt away from me and started moonwalking to Mmbop by Hanson or something.
Musical comedy is the best. The first time I heard the Axis of Awesome was epiphanic. (I know right? I did call it a nerdblog for a reason). That's when I realised I was super mega into musical comedians. Not only are they funny AND musically talented, but they must also create songs that people find catchy but which won't stop being funny each time you hear it. Think about "On a Boat" - now there is a song that is catchy and funny every time. And yet, if a non-musical comedian tells the same joke more than 2 or 3 times it gets pretty unfunny very quickly.
Sammy J (as in... "and Randy") is another of my all time favourite musical comedians. One time, he spoke to me while he was on stage. Life highlight. Right there.
Speaking of meeting comedians, I met Paul McDermott once... who is my favourite celebrity/personality/comedian person EVER. Like EVER. And you know what? AT THE TIME I WASN'T EVEN THAT INTO HIM. Probably for the best, because if I met him now, I would only embarrass myself (more so even then I'm doing now.. if that's possible). I became a MASSIVE fan after getting into The Sideshow, the cancellation of which is one of the greatest tragedies on Australian TV.
If you are not yet aware of the Doug Anthony All Stars then we probably aren't friends. I don't mean this in a threatening way, just in a "we clearly haven't spoken for more than 3 minutes at a time" kinda way. Because that's about how often I mention them. Seriously, if only to make our next meeting more bearable - youtube them. Amazing. I won't link to them because I've gone link crazy in this post and there's too many excellent videos to choose from. That's one thing you can count on Paul McDermott fans for. He can't BLINK on television without it getting put onto youtube and turned into an animated gif within 12 minutes of it going to air.
So.. anyway. Nerdrant over. If you're not into comedy I'm sorry, not for my blog, for your sadness. I hope you're ok.
L
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Harry Potter Lego for Wii - Nerdblog
Ok. So I love Harry Potter. You might be thinking "omg me too!" but you'd be wrong; you don't even LIKE Harry Potter, not compared to my love for it. Trust me, you don't want to fight about this; I know sectumsempra.
There has been a big hole in my HP appreciation though: Harry Potter video games. So unlike many fans I never really got into the many computer games. I think I played Chamber of Secrets once, I don't remember it. I suspect I was at a phase where I still hoped that my letter was just lost in the mail or that Australian Magic Schools worked on a different system and I still had a chance of going to one and being a witch. So anything that (rather lamely) attempted to recreate the world just made me depressed.
In the last 2 years I've become obsessive about games for Wii and as such, got pretty excited about the concept of wand-like action with the wii-mote. This excitement, as anyone who has played the HP Wii games will know, was unfounded and sadly crushed by the shitty controls and THE FACT THAT YOU USE THE NUNCHUK FOR SPELLS. Stupid. Really, fucking, unwandlike and stupid. I just bashed the keys while writing that, that's how stupid I think that is.
Also both Order of the Phoenix and Half Blood Prince were both a bit, well, ugly don't you think? So grey and urgh. And WHY does that lady painting refer to Sir Cadogan as Sir CaDUGun? Even the movie got that right! So I haven't bought Deathly Hallows Part 1 even thought it *does* look much better. Oh no, I've just rewatched that trailer and now I'm being tempted... don't do it. Must. be strong.
Anyway, the point of this blog ("what?" I hear you cry, "there was a point? egads!" Because as it turns out, you all say egads in my mind) is to rant about Harry Potter Lego Years 1-4.
Um... it's pretty great. It doesn't even pretend for a second that the wii-mote is going to be wandlike and that somehow makes it ok. Also, exploring is actually fun. And while it is dubious to think that lumos would get rid of a devil's snare and wingardium leviosa seems to be the default spell for all situations, I really like it. I love that you get points (those stud things that I first thought were knuts and sickles and then got really confused when there were blue ones) for being destructive. In fact, you aren't a "true wizard" unless you've destroyed everything in sight and then occasionally wingardium leviosad (read: reparod but whatevs) it back into place. It's glichy at times but that just adds to the humour. "Oh no, Harry's stuck behind that toilet again, and I can't switch to Ron because he's disappeared for some reason. Hermione, help a sister out here".
I'm currently in the second year, and I'm enjoying that the more you learn the more you can unlock (it's a metaphor for life!). I'm wondering how shit is going to go down when it turns out Ron's rat is actually a human who has been in hiding for years and whose actions directly caused the deaths of Harry's parents. I say this merely because Scabbers is quite useful for solving puzzles and going through small tunnels and when he's outed as a human... I mean, surely that's going to get a bit awkward? What if I need him to go through a tunnel?
Also... will the lego characters get taller? In a cut scene, Harry's little lego arm came off and Hagrid was all like "ho ho ho" - it's clear that biology doesn't work quite the same way but are they still going to be little squat bricks come the Yule Ball? Coz Hermione's going to look pretty weird in the dress.
You know what would be fucking awesome? A lego LOTR game... I would play the HELL out of that.
There has been a big hole in my HP appreciation though: Harry Potter video games. So unlike many fans I never really got into the many computer games. I think I played Chamber of Secrets once, I don't remember it. I suspect I was at a phase where I still hoped that my letter was just lost in the mail or that Australian Magic Schools worked on a different system and I still had a chance of going to one and being a witch. So anything that (rather lamely) attempted to recreate the world just made me depressed.
In the last 2 years I've become obsessive about games for Wii and as such, got pretty excited about the concept of wand-like action with the wii-mote. This excitement, as anyone who has played the HP Wii games will know, was unfounded and sadly crushed by the shitty controls and THE FACT THAT YOU USE THE NUNCHUK FOR SPELLS. Stupid. Really, fucking, unwandlike and stupid. I just bashed the keys while writing that, that's how stupid I think that is.
Also both Order of the Phoenix and Half Blood Prince were both a bit, well, ugly don't you think? So grey and urgh. And WHY does that lady painting refer to Sir Cadogan as Sir CaDUGun? Even the movie got that right! So I haven't bought Deathly Hallows Part 1 even thought it *does* look much better. Oh no, I've just rewatched that trailer and now I'm being tempted... don't do it. Must. be strong.
Anyway, the point of this blog ("what?" I hear you cry, "there was a point? egads!" Because as it turns out, you all say egads in my mind) is to rant about Harry Potter Lego Years 1-4.
Um... it's pretty great. It doesn't even pretend for a second that the wii-mote is going to be wandlike and that somehow makes it ok. Also, exploring is actually fun. And while it is dubious to think that lumos would get rid of a devil's snare and wingardium leviosa seems to be the default spell for all situations, I really like it. I love that you get points (those stud things that I first thought were knuts and sickles and then got really confused when there were blue ones) for being destructive. In fact, you aren't a "true wizard" unless you've destroyed everything in sight and then occasionally wingardium leviosad (read: reparod but whatevs) it back into place. It's glichy at times but that just adds to the humour. "Oh no, Harry's stuck behind that toilet again, and I can't switch to Ron because he's disappeared for some reason. Hermione, help a sister out here".
I'm currently in the second year, and I'm enjoying that the more you learn the more you can unlock (it's a metaphor for life!). I'm wondering how shit is going to go down when it turns out Ron's rat is actually a human who has been in hiding for years and whose actions directly caused the deaths of Harry's parents. I say this merely because Scabbers is quite useful for solving puzzles and going through small tunnels and when he's outed as a human... I mean, surely that's going to get a bit awkward? What if I need him to go through a tunnel?
Also... will the lego characters get taller? In a cut scene, Harry's little lego arm came off and Hagrid was all like "ho ho ho" - it's clear that biology doesn't work quite the same way but are they still going to be little squat bricks come the Yule Ball? Coz Hermione's going to look pretty weird in the dress.
You know what would be fucking awesome? A lego LOTR game... I would play the HELL out of that.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Resolution Schmesolution
Ergh. A New Year's resolution - now if that isn't a depressing realisation of failure waiting to happen nothing is. I never make them. I think when I was younger I once tried to be "nicer" but ultimately kids, you have to be true to yourself.
However, suddenly I find myself accidentally making these resolutions. I'll just suddenly say to someone "you know what I'm going to do this year?" and they inevitably make that face we all make when someone says something like this. You know the face? The one that says "don't show any doubt, be supportive, what?! as if he'll EVER keep that one, he loves cocaine"
Now first of all, as a Brisbane-ite and New Farm local the first resolution I intend to make (and it's not so much a "New Year" as a "life" resolution) is to only ever buy really tall houses on hills. And to own a life raft. And insure with Suncorp.
But seriously, I made the decision to start karate classes this year. Why? I don't know! It just came out of my mouth one day and suddenly it's happening. I have no physical skill and I hate hard work. I know nothing about martial art; I recently told someone that I would have to buy "the pajamas and the teeth" before I started. I'm terrified of trying to break a plank of wood with anything other than a power-tool (and even then). I can't even sit upright, let alone do the splits. I JUST HAD TO THINK ABOUT WHAT 'THE SPLITS' WAS CALLED: That thing when your legs are out straight... you know the thing, that flexible thing that you can't do.
The other accidental resolution I've made... and this is the one that is relevant to you if you are reading this, is to try to write something; anything for at least 10 minutes every day this year. Starting yesterday. I have an idea for a play, and one for a webseries and I have about 3 other things that I've started and not finished. However, I wasn't specific in my resolution making (because I'm so lazy I'll even try to trick myself) and now I suspect that whenever I can't be bothered to write an actual thing, I will write a blog. Probably about how sore I am from these stupid karate classes I should never have taken.
So strap yourselves in children, it's going to be an exciting 2 weeks!
L
However, suddenly I find myself accidentally making these resolutions. I'll just suddenly say to someone "you know what I'm going to do this year?" and they inevitably make that face we all make when someone says something like this. You know the face? The one that says "don't show any doubt, be supportive, what?! as if he'll EVER keep that one, he loves cocaine"
Now first of all, as a Brisbane-ite and New Farm local the first resolution I intend to make (and it's not so much a "New Year" as a "life" resolution) is to only ever buy really tall houses on hills. And to own a life raft. And insure with Suncorp.
But seriously, I made the decision to start karate classes this year. Why? I don't know! It just came out of my mouth one day and suddenly it's happening. I have no physical skill and I hate hard work. I know nothing about martial art; I recently told someone that I would have to buy "the pajamas and the teeth" before I started. I'm terrified of trying to break a plank of wood with anything other than a power-tool (and even then). I can't even sit upright, let alone do the splits. I JUST HAD TO THINK ABOUT WHAT 'THE SPLITS' WAS CALLED: That thing when your legs are out straight... you know the thing, that flexible thing that you can't do.
The other accidental resolution I've made... and this is the one that is relevant to you if you are reading this, is to try to write something; anything for at least 10 minutes every day this year. Starting yesterday. I have an idea for a play, and one for a webseries and I have about 3 other things that I've started and not finished. However, I wasn't specific in my resolution making (because I'm so lazy I'll even try to trick myself) and now I suspect that whenever I can't be bothered to write an actual thing, I will write a blog. Probably about how sore I am from these stupid karate classes I should never have taken.
So strap yourselves in children, it's going to be an exciting 2 weeks!
L
Thursday, December 9, 2010
How the Grinch ate Christmas
Ah December....
you bastard.
Yes, for those of you who know me (and let's face it, that's all of you - I'm no famous blogger..er) you know that I hate Christmas. I know, I know, "but Lizzy," I hear you cry, "it's so joyous and wonderful and fun and there's presents and family and it's the BEST!"
I know. But I still hate it. And here are the reasons why.
Children, children everywhere and not a drop to drink.
I spend Christmas Evening and Day with 3 wonderful, excellent children that I love to death. These are my siblings. For them, Christmas starts at dawn. Dawn is not a time I like to experience. We do not get on. I do not function at dawn. But I have no choice, I will have stayed up till midnight wrapping presents and eating carrots (we leave them for the reindeer) only to be awoken around 4:45am by children. It's as though they have adrenalin pumping through their veins as they sleep so that by the time they wake up my parents and I have to pull them down from the ceiling so that they can unwrap their presents. Presents + adrenalin turn my usually nicely tempered, fun siblings into squabbling, selfish crazy people. In miniature. Actually one of them's kinda getting tall now. Beside the point. Moving on.
Present Phobia
I have one. I don't like unwrapping presents, and I don't like watching people unwrap presents I have bought for them. Merry Christmas! Urgh.
Toowoomba
My extended family live in Toowoomba. We often go there for Christmas. The last time I spent any amount of time in Toowoomba I got a tic on my neck. Also it has a lot of flowers. These two facts are all I know about it. I'm sure it has lots of great features but I really can't stand being there.
Expectation
"It's going to be lovely, we'll only stay a few hours, we'll eat food, exchange pleasantries and presents and get out of there" inevitably turns into "I didn't realise she would bring HIM and I can't believe we forgot the present for blah, and why did noone think to preorder the chicken - such and such spent so long in the kitchen I felt awful, urgh why is it so HOT?!"
Tee-total
I have a self-imposed alcohol ban for Christmas Day. I am far too candid as it is, the last thing I need to have is less inhibitions when surrounded by people I'm related to who don't necessarily know what I really think about politics, or how much time I really spend on the internet and how much I really don't want to be there. Particularly considering someone in my extended family once said "If I were your father I wouldn't allow you to do that (probably get a peircing or move in with a boyfriend or something else benign and boring) and I replied "lucky for both of us you're not then hey?" I was sober. Very sober.
Reviewing this list I'm considering revoking this ban.
*******
So, this year I decided to be positive. I've been compiling a mental list of all the things that are good about Christmas (keeping in mind that I see my family regularly so "seeing my family" doesn't really count). Here is the list.
1. Those delicious shortbread biscuits that come in tins
2. Stone fruit
I honestly can't think of anything else. My list of 2 things is comprised entirely of food. Om nom nom, Merry Christmas.
you bastard.
Yes, for those of you who know me (and let's face it, that's all of you - I'm no famous blogger..er) you know that I hate Christmas. I know, I know, "but Lizzy," I hear you cry, "it's so joyous and wonderful and fun and there's presents and family and it's the BEST!"
I know. But I still hate it. And here are the reasons why.
Children, children everywhere and not a drop to drink.
I spend Christmas Evening and Day with 3 wonderful, excellent children that I love to death. These are my siblings. For them, Christmas starts at dawn. Dawn is not a time I like to experience. We do not get on. I do not function at dawn. But I have no choice, I will have stayed up till midnight wrapping presents and eating carrots (we leave them for the reindeer) only to be awoken around 4:45am by children. It's as though they have adrenalin pumping through their veins as they sleep so that by the time they wake up my parents and I have to pull them down from the ceiling so that they can unwrap their presents. Presents + adrenalin turn my usually nicely tempered, fun siblings into squabbling, selfish crazy people. In miniature. Actually one of them's kinda getting tall now. Beside the point. Moving on.
Present Phobia
I have one. I don't like unwrapping presents, and I don't like watching people unwrap presents I have bought for them. Merry Christmas! Urgh.
Toowoomba
My extended family live in Toowoomba. We often go there for Christmas. The last time I spent any amount of time in Toowoomba I got a tic on my neck. Also it has a lot of flowers. These two facts are all I know about it. I'm sure it has lots of great features but I really can't stand being there.
Expectation
"It's going to be lovely, we'll only stay a few hours, we'll eat food, exchange pleasantries and presents and get out of there" inevitably turns into "I didn't realise she would bring HIM and I can't believe we forgot the present for blah, and why did noone think to preorder the chicken - such and such spent so long in the kitchen I felt awful, urgh why is it so HOT?!"
Tee-total
I have a self-imposed alcohol ban for Christmas Day. I am far too candid as it is, the last thing I need to have is less inhibitions when surrounded by people I'm related to who don't necessarily know what I really think about politics, or how much time I really spend on the internet and how much I really don't want to be there. Particularly considering someone in my extended family once said "If I were your father I wouldn't allow you to do that (probably get a peircing or move in with a boyfriend or something else benign and boring) and I replied "lucky for both of us you're not then hey?" I was sober. Very sober.
Reviewing this list I'm considering revoking this ban.
*******
So, this year I decided to be positive. I've been compiling a mental list of all the things that are good about Christmas (keeping in mind that I see my family regularly so "seeing my family" doesn't really count). Here is the list.
1. Those delicious shortbread biscuits that come in tins
2. Stone fruit
I honestly can't think of anything else. My list of 2 things is comprised entirely of food. Om nom nom, Merry Christmas.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Spam - a true story
New Personal Message from Hotgirl3243
Subject: Brill vids dude
hi there,
hey there... your video today that you uploaded was totally awesome.
i wish you were like big on youtube with loads of subscribers so i could see you on the homepage lol
heres a good website if your looking to get some subscribers.
www.***********.com
one of my brothers used the website and they have over 500 subscribers from it withing 3 days.
hope you keep the videos coming and good luck
sarah
oh i forgot you can also do it each month or week to help get more subscribers.
hey there... your video today that you uploaded was totally awesome.
i wish you were like big on youtube with loads of subscribers so i could see you on the homepage lol
heres a good website if your looking to get some subscribers.
www.***********.com
one of my brothers used the website and they have over 500 subscribers from it withing 3 days.
hope you keep the videos coming and good luck
sarah
oh i forgot you can also do it each month or week to help get more subscribers.
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Subject: Re: Brill vids dude
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I've found a new hobby.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Gen Y: a state of being
Ah yes, a young person with too much time on her hands starts a blog, it really is only a matter of time before she starts ranting about the whole Generation Y thing. Gen Ys kinda arch up at the way we are depicted in the media etc, and it is often justified – we get a really bad wrap for our anti-social and ungrateful ways. However, I am not about to arch up* because I am, quite frankly, both anti-social and ungrateful.
But I am going to argue that Gen Y is not an age bracket, or even a generation at all – but a state of being. How many older people (men often) do you know who have an iPhone and know all the lingo and play video games etc etc etc? Like at least 4 right? If everyone knows at least 2 that’s actually quite a significant percentage of the population acting like Gen Y-ers who aren’t Gen Y-ers at all.
And, on the other hand, I know a bunch of well-dressed, well-spoken, organised, punctual, grateful, respectful and generally perfect humans who are 18-25 years old. Can we really call these people Gen Y? Sure, they were born in the 15 or so years after the Gen Xers all grew up, but they don’t fit any of the other defining characteristics. They fail at being Gen Y, which should technically make them win at life in the eyes of older people. It never seems to redeem them though; those poor fucks get lumped in with the rest of us despite their good personal hygiene and lack of twitter accounts.
So, dear reader – you might be asking yourself now, ‘shit, am I Gen Y or not?’ This seems like a pretty stupid thing to be asking yourself, given that you are currently reading a blog and probably simultaneously watching a Youtube video, illegally downloading songs and eating nutella from the jar. But anyway, there is a sure fire way to test your Gen Y status. I speak from absolute experience on this:
Ask yourself, have you ever been lying in bed at night in a location (probably a fabulous holiday location) with little reception and been so desperate for contact with the outside world (be it text, tweet or status) but too lazy to get up that you’ve sleepily held the phone high above your head, arm fully extended, and then DROPPED IT ON YOUR FACE? Well have you?
That is the moment dear friends, when you must concede that no matter how old or socially adequate you are, you do in fact belong to that technophilic, whiney, disrespectful cohort known as Gen Y. Welcome, we’re looking for people to start a social netball team.
*Except to say that it is almost predominantly members of Generation Y (and little old ladies) who consistently thank the driver when they get off the bus. I’m just sayin’…
Friday, November 5, 2010
Hello, we're here to talk to you about Jesus...
... turns out, he's not real and we've got to get round to everyone by Christmas before we all embarrass ourselves for another year.
Alas. If only that is what happened. What actually happened is that at precisely 5 minutes after I should have left the house for work, two people of the Jehovah's Witness persuasion knocked on my door. At first, I ignored the little timid knock in the hope that whoever it was would leave me alone. But then, of course, I had to leave. So, to the door went I to find two rather timid individuals retreating down my front steps. Boo, if only I'd waited another minute. They looked like rabbits caught in the headlights, kind of disappointed to see me - as if they too were secretly hoping we could avoid this whole awkward interchange. But no, of course, I went and opened the door didn't I?
Important contextual information:
I am an atheist - in the sense that I do not believe in a god of any kind
I am culturally insensitive, and have Tibetan prayer flags over my door (cut me some slack, I live in New Farm)
I was raised to be overly polite to Jehovah's Witnesses (I don't know why - dad always invites them in for coffee and everything)
So there I am, framed in my shitty New Farm doorway, wreathed in Tibetan prayer flags.
Me: "Hello"
JW: "Hi, I'm here to talk to you about Jesus"
Ok. That's not true. I think she said she was doing community work, and had a pamphlet for me about contentment, or happiness or something.
Me: "Thanks, but I already have my own belief system and I'd rather not read about yours"
JW: "No problem, thanks for your honesty"
AH. LIKE A DAGGER IN MY FACE. She totally knew I was lying! She stared into my heathen eyes and knew I was a big fat liar.
And then of course I had to awkwardly leave the house, and awkwardly follow them up the street as they tried the next few houses. I wasn't stalking them or anything, I walk to work. Promise.
But now that I sit here, in blogging repose, it occurs to me that I wasn't lying. I do have a belief system. It is that religions are fine until you're on someone else's doorstep handing out pamphlets. I mean surely, if you can fit even just the key beliefs of your religion into a pamphlet then your religion needs to take a good hard look at itself? Maybe it's because I was raised a Catholic, but if I became religious I'd want a faith that covered all bases - with a friggen library of information on really specific issues: "what our religion thinks about having sex before marriage if it's with someone that you really like and is protected and you thought about it pretty hard before hand and you're not even drunk or anything - well you were when you hooked up but not now - and you really want to and your friends think they're nice.
I'm too arrogant to be religious: when things go my way I like to think it's because I'm AWESOME not because they were preordained, or because I'm blessed, or lucky, or full of good karma. In my opinion (and I'm being serious), religions take away from how awesome people are sometimes. And they certainly don't explain how shit people are some other times.
In conclusion, unless you've got a pamphlet on the ways I am awesome, I'm not interested. K. Thx. Bai,
Alas. If only that is what happened. What actually happened is that at precisely 5 minutes after I should have left the house for work, two people of the Jehovah's Witness persuasion knocked on my door. At first, I ignored the little timid knock in the hope that whoever it was would leave me alone. But then, of course, I had to leave. So, to the door went I to find two rather timid individuals retreating down my front steps. Boo, if only I'd waited another minute. They looked like rabbits caught in the headlights, kind of disappointed to see me - as if they too were secretly hoping we could avoid this whole awkward interchange. But no, of course, I went and opened the door didn't I?
Important contextual information:
I am an atheist - in the sense that I do not believe in a god of any kind
I am culturally insensitive, and have Tibetan prayer flags over my door (cut me some slack, I live in New Farm)
I was raised to be overly polite to Jehovah's Witnesses (I don't know why - dad always invites them in for coffee and everything)
So there I am, framed in my shitty New Farm doorway, wreathed in Tibetan prayer flags.
Me: "Hello"
JW: "Hi, I'm here to talk to you about Jesus"
Ok. That's not true. I think she said she was doing community work, and had a pamphlet for me about contentment, or happiness or something.
Me: "Thanks, but I already have my own belief system and I'd rather not read about yours"
JW: "No problem, thanks for your honesty"
AH. LIKE A DAGGER IN MY FACE. She totally knew I was lying! She stared into my heathen eyes and knew I was a big fat liar.
And then of course I had to awkwardly leave the house, and awkwardly follow them up the street as they tried the next few houses. I wasn't stalking them or anything, I walk to work. Promise.
But now that I sit here, in blogging repose, it occurs to me that I wasn't lying. I do have a belief system. It is that religions are fine until you're on someone else's doorstep handing out pamphlets. I mean surely, if you can fit even just the key beliefs of your religion into a pamphlet then your religion needs to take a good hard look at itself? Maybe it's because I was raised a Catholic, but if I became religious I'd want a faith that covered all bases - with a friggen library of information on really specific issues: "what our religion thinks about having sex before marriage if it's with someone that you really like and is protected and you thought about it pretty hard before hand and you're not even drunk or anything - well you were when you hooked up but not now - and you really want to and your friends think they're nice.
I'm too arrogant to be religious: when things go my way I like to think it's because I'm AWESOME not because they were preordained, or because I'm blessed, or lucky, or full of good karma. In my opinion (and I'm being serious), religions take away from how awesome people are sometimes. And they certainly don't explain how shit people are some other times.
In conclusion, unless you've got a pamphlet on the ways I am awesome, I'm not interested. K. Thx. Bai,
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