me: im sorry you dont have a gf who is into cauldron beer and yes in theory it looks delicious, but it does not taste delicious – the same with baked beans, look great, taste, not so much
Phil: oh yes it does, but to each their own
me: only crotchety old farts are into guinness and people who are stupid and want to be crotchety farts, it is basically the drink of nerds
Phil: you are being amazingly close-minded
me: im taking the piss
Phil: oh ok i find it super refreshing and tasty
me: i do not like beer to taste like it was filtered through soil i do not like to taste the forest, beer should taste like beer not rocks and dirt and leaves and twigs
Phil: i dont get that but you think any beer with flavour tastes like that
me: no i have had raspberry beer and it tasted like raspberries and *SHOCK* beer NOT coffee
Phil: any more flavour than keith’s and you can’t take it (unless it is a girl flavour like raspberry)
me: not true i can deal with blond and it usually tastes like piss
Phil: another tame beer
me: and armpits stella has a skunky aftertaste i can deal
Phil: you might as well move to the states and drink pbr
me: i can even deal with that beer that is kind of like guinness, john smith
Phil: or milwaukee’s best
me: on a hot summer’s day i think patio and i think nice yellowy frosty beer NOT black death middle earth wearing a wool knit sweater by a brick fireplace stout brew
Phil: oh hey ya sure by all means you should stick to your coors light on the patio just be sure you dont spill on your reeboks before you drive back to mississauga
me: why are you getting so defensive i do not drink coors light you are making this a geo-political issue
Phil: im taking the piss coors light = the lightest tasting beer i can think of and clearly you are into beers that are light in flavour (which is fine – to each their own)
me: im sorry i just cant get into the taste of guinness if it didnt taste like garbage i would like it you dont have to insult all the other beers i enjoy cos i do not like guinness
Phil: ok but i and a lot of other people do like it
me: are you all holding each other crying right now
i watched that heaven’s gate thing on tlc last nite TWICE. the first time actually only caught the end of it and me and fil were bummed i had flipped past it several times thinking BORING people sitting in lawnchairs TALKING in bad outfits. then i figured it out. anyway it came on again a few hours later and i watched it all. i remember when that mass-suicide happened in 1997 i found it to be very disturbing and when things are disturbing you can’t not pay attention it is EXCITING. fil was all why was that disturbing only 6 people died i said no dude WAY more than that then he convinced me he was right then the television said it was 39.
i found it disturbing cos it is such a sad story, the family members’ side of it, i would lose my fucking mind if someone in my family joined a cult and were brainwashed and thought they would fly on a comet and “leave their vehicle” and evolve in outerspace i would probably react violently with force, which in turn would make my relative even more gung-ho to their cause. ok i tried and clearly punching you in the face doesn’t work, i don’t know what to do.
i think the bunk bed pictures and nikes is what disturbed me most, it is a mindfuck to see on tv pictures of dead bodies like that, who willingly did that to themselves and they think that it would carry them to outerspace OK. oh don’t forget the castration, yeah if i was castrated i would probably kill myself too.
that applegate guy effectively convinced 39 people that he was jesus, that jesus’ brain was in his head and his wife who died was god the father. that is some super scary shit.
We’re going to be murdered,” Marshall H Applewhite told a reporter in 1972. “And when we are, after three and a half days, we’re going to walk out into life in the next level above human.”
right.
when i was a kid this family that lived kitty-corner to our townhouse disappeared in the middle of the nite, they left behind all of their possessions, cars, food, furniture, money, everything. we use to play with their sons, road hockey and other shit. i wonder what they’re up to now?
So some things don’t change. This is Keith from the mini-battle of a few months ago. The mini-battle being a round of emails in which I tried to get you to engage in a conversation about the nature of blogging… which turned into a tiff somehow. After that experience I decide to ignore my blog and other people’s blogs forever, which has ended up being a few months. I have just recently returned to the world of the internet and I decided to visit your blog, I was there none but 15 minutes ago. I couldn’t help but chuckle at your account and commentary, of and on, the insult explosion. It made me think about the conclusions I came to after the pounding i took in your comments and later in my comments. After you posted all the emails and people commented and all that, i got angry, felt betrayed in a sense… for fuck knows what reason because i had no reason to think that trust was established… but ultimately i realized that i was the one in the wrong. Not because i was making bad points… but simply because this isn’t the medium to discuss things like that… this isn’t a medium that lends itself to getting into serious impartial debates… everything is too personally stylized… all content comes from individuals directly, so any hint at a critique will come across as a critique of someone’s style. When I decided to get on your balls about the vapidity of blogging I was wrapped up in the thought of trying to get you to admit that the enterprise was not a genuinely artistic or praiseworthy… but that was simply because i didn’t understand why a person with a seemingly good wit and some literary talent would channel their ability into the creation of a detail, observation, and diary-type blog. My lack of understanding that is what made me the douche in that situation. And it seems that the people that go on trying to insult you and your style are in the same douche boat.
I simply failed to realize that your style of blogging is done to entertain and develop a fan-base. I am sure you put some genuine feeling into it from time to time. But it seems like the goal is to keep people coming to the page. Maybe there is an element of trying to garner respect, respect in the sense that people come to be impressed by your ability to produce engaging material, quality material, etc.
So i apologize for bringing the wrong type of battle to your doorstep. There is simply no reason to try and get you to engage in a serious analysis of your work medium. That would be like me yelling in Lindsey Lohan’s face about Fox news doing special reports about her father getting out of jail. I guess people tend to forget that the products produced in the realm of entertainment are only products of the creative capacities of the people that produce them… meaning that there is no reason to attack that person… because the insults and other garbage that are getting hurled at the individual are based on observations of the material that they have produced, and the material is a creative facet of the individual’s life… so to try and break them down personally is a mistaken leap… to jump from the realm of observing the creative endeavor, into the realm of insulting the baseline existence and character quality of the creator is a fools errand… Another problem with trying to insult an established personality is that the person making the insults is automatically inferior to the person that they are insulting. Just look at the nature of the situation… the insulter took the time to invest personal effort into crafting some form of scathing comment, the comment obviously being based on the creations and presentations of their target… but their target has created those things as part of a project in their life… and projects do not encompass the entirety of a life… so the insulter is putting personal time and effort into crafting an insult that will be aimed at a person that knows nothing about the personal life, or even the existence of the insulter, so the insult that the insulter throws is incapable of penetrating the life of the creator unless the creator chooses to completely let their guard down and unify their notion of self with critiques of their material by strangers.
The people that choose to do public insults will always come out as douchebags in the end… even if their criticisms are on point… because even if they are discerning people, capable of crafting a cogent whatever, they will not have done shit other than use your status to spring board themselves into the realm of discussion.
Back when i sent those emails that you posted I tried to use your status to refine my concepts of what blogging was about… i got a little over zealous with it… slightly confrontational maybe… at the time i thought i was making an interesting point… but the whole thing was gay.
no i cannot play the flute i can make flute sounds with my mouth and blow them into a flute, however. i can play the clarinet i chose it in grade 7 and 8 cos it was the cheapest mouthpiece. i was ok at it. i use to play it into the kitchen fone when my brother was downstairs in the basement talking on the basement fone forever to his girlfriend the best is when the reed isn’t wet enough and it makes that high-pitched squeak sound.
yay my cheney shirt arrived.
i hate guinness if i wanted something that tasted like shitty coffee i would drink coffee swill from 7-11. all you guinness drinking micks are fucking liars for saying you love the stuff. LIARS.
hahahaha nsfw. scroll down for my link/picture. nice. thanks guys.
oh i forgot a nice thing i said last nite, this dude comes up to us who is all shaky and maybe retarded not sure and he asks if there is a game on and pitt and fil pretend they are mute and i say oh yeah there’s a game on we are losing and he shakily ambles over to the stool beside fil and sits there and fil is forced to make small-talk with him, a little while later pitt looks over his shoulder at the guy then at me and i say hmm maybe he has parkinson’s? more like PARTYson’s! is that mean or generous, cos like dude went out in the snowy nite to a pub alone to hang AND he has something like parkinson’s whatever fuck you all anyway.
last nite dad came into town to watch the leafs lose. i wore my new birthday jersey they’s all got me (mrs. pitt, pitt, fil, chad) it says RAYMI on the back and 83 (birth year). so now i am a full-blown hockey nerd. i didn’t wash my hair yesterday either so i had some wicked greasy hockey hair and i am able to finally tuck my bangs behind my ears for the full mullet effect. i also wore my dad winter boots.
so we went to the pourhouse and went to the back to watch the game on the shitty screen we find a modest table with two seats around it and ask this couple who are old and making out if we can use one of their chairs and they purposely ignore me for ten seconds so i am standing there making the WHAT THE FUCK face at them and fil says excuse me are all these chairs being used and the fucking woman in her horny cougar bitch dreamy daze just slowly WHIMSICALLY even nods her head yes as in yes they are being used no apologies whatsoever and her nod was so subtle i asked her again SO ARE THEY ALL BEING USED? and she gives that phony bitch nod again and the guy she is with total prisoner of her cuntness asks meekly oh we can give them one right? and by now it is like a competition she has realised she is a cunt and does not need three extra chairs but still says they are being used so as i turn around to sit i exclaim WOW WHAT A BITCH to fil. big mistake lady our table is right beside yours and you’re in the drunk section.
after about ten minutes of trying to make her as uncomfortable as possible we moved to the front of the pub to watch the game on a better tv. fil forgot to go back to their table when we left to see if all the chairs were being used. before we left someone else came up to them and started dragging a chair away and me fil pitt eyed that bitch like hawks and she pretentiously waved her arm at the dude saying that chair is hers.
