Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Underage drinking is not a problem

Underaged drinking is not a problem, people. If a minor or an 18 year old wants to get into clubs/bars/or just get booze, chances are they'll find a way. Fake IDs are apparently not hard to find, especially if you have an older sibling of the same gender, but I don't understand why people get so upset about this.

Yeah, some 16 year old may be trashed - yes, they don't know their own limits, and will probably do something stupid - but hell, we've ALL gone through that stage as kids. What the real concern is keeping your douchebag underagers from drinking and DRIVING. That's a far more serious problem. A bunch of minors drinking at some party in a basement or backyard is nothing to be pissed about, especially since usually they're just having a good time and that's that - nobody's endangered unless someone drinks too much (fuck em, lowering the population anyway). But if they get behind a wheel intoxicated they endanger far more people. Parents, if you want to control your dumbass kid, let the idiot drink, just drop them off at the party and pick them up when you damn feel like it. Whenever I'm out to get trashed, I take my bicycle or a cab. It's simple.

So next time your kid is going out and you think they're getting hammed, just fucking tell them you don't care, as long as they don't drive. Shit, there's more important things in the world to worry about.

-Mark

Thursday, June 23, 2005

This is just stupid

Now it's been awhile since I blogged, but I've been a strangely good mood (also known as an ego trip) for the last few weeks. However, it couldn't last forever until the media buggered it. This article states that some 80 year old KKK member just got sentenced to 3 consecutive 20 year sentences for manslaughter committed back in 1960.

This just seems redundant and pointless to me. Let's say for example, he manages to live through one of his 20 year sentences - he's now 100 and fucking useless to everyone, but there's not a goddamn chance in HELL he's living to 140 years old to survive his sentence.

Now I'm definitely not an advocate for capital punishment (It depends on the crime, in my opinion), but sending an 80 year old to prison for 60 years is obviously a waste of taxpayers money. Why not just either hire one guy to watch over him or have him under house arrest? It's not like he's capable of doing anything anymore. Or hell, just kill the old bastard. It's not like he gave a damn while being a racist prick in the 60's.

-Mark

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Open your ears, jackass

I'm back after another week-long delay. I've been playing alot of baseball which makes my blogging schedule inconsistent. If you don't like it, eat me, or send me money and I'll post more often.

Anyways, now I'm back ranting about people who DON'T GODDAMN LISTEN. I'm not referring to people who PURPOSELY don't listen, like for example: Person X is talking to Person Y about something pointless, and aren't getting the hint about shutting up. Person Y responds with "Yeah", "Okay", "Uh huh", "Yup", Any varition of 'yes', or my personal favourite, "Oh yeah, well, you gotta!"

I'm not talking about that. Although Person X should get the hint we don't care.

I'm talking about when someone is giving you USEFUL information about something you MAY or ARE interested in, like a time of an event, news that effects them, or something else. Having no life, I wouldn't know what people are interested in. But once again, today I go to watch the Blue Jays game, to which I see the TV which is ALWAYS on and my family is ALWAYS watching something (I hardly watch TV.. somewhere along the lines of 0 hours a week, except for baseball maybe once a week if I'm around). I know my family likes the Blue Jays, so I go to them and INFORM them with the following transcript:

Me: "The Jays Game is on in 20 minutes."
Them: "What?"
Me: "The Jays Game is on in 20 minutes."
Them: "What?"
Me: "The Jays Game is on in 20 minutes."
Them: "What?"
Me: "THE GAME IS ON IN 20 MINUTES."

At this point I just walked away - I'm not wasting my breath again. And it's not like they couldn't hear me the first three times, since I was maybe 10 feet away. I could give up one, since they have the TV loud enough to vibrate the damn floor (On The Report on Business Channel, no less... which I have been informed they don't even LISTEN to, they read the ticker at the bottom..... WHY DO YOU NEED SOUND THEN??), but if you're not going to listen, then fuck if I'm going to repeat it. Normally when I leave my room it's either to: Get food, Leave the House, or Go the Bathroom. So if I'm actually going to SAY something it's usually relevant.

And granted I don't particularly speak clearly, but I blame that on my English heritage. Have you ever heard those people talk? I was doomed from the start (and no, I don't have an accent - only one in my family without it). But jebus, it's not that hard to hear something when you're doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ALL DAY.

Another thing I hate that's related. When they say "What?" then when you repeat it, they friggin cut you off half way through! Screw you, if you don't care, don't ask for me to repeat it! Or when they ask me a stupid assed question and criticize me when I give a short, consice answer (sorry for being effecient, jackass). If my day was "uneventful", then that means NOTHING NOTEWORTHY HAPPENED. I'm not going to say "Well at lunch I went to the lunch room and open the wrapper of my hamburger, which was wrapped 4 times over, and I had the toppings of blah blah blah." Why? Cause it's not NOTEWORTHY.

Also while I'm at it, I friggin HATE it people start pressuring me to do things in my life. If I'm faced with a situation outside of the "nucleus" of this family that I'm really not part of, they start ENDLESSLY giving me HORRIFIC advice over what to do. I've had situations where someone borrowed something from me and I needed it back by a certain date, which didn't happen, so they start telling me to call, and call, and do this, do that, until finally I get the "gem" of advice about contacting my professor (it was a class book) about why this person has my book and how I can't get it back. So let me get this straight: Being a whiney bitch to my prof about my FRIEND not getting my book back (which I did, in time for the exam too), will solve ANYTHING. What stupid horseshit.. why do I live with idiots?

-Mark