I spoke too soon (or they read my rant).
HIRED LIKE A CAPITALIST WHORE!
-Mark
(Last song was Okkervil River - Happy Hearts)
Friday, April 28, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
He held me down, and made me feel as bad as he
So I've been looking for a job. I landed a few interviews, but typical of me, I usually have a moment in them where I choke on the bullshit I'm feeding the employers and spew some rabid truth, and that fucks the job over for me.
But if some douchebag can get a job, especially the shit I'm applying for (honestly, why even BOTHER interviewing people for warehouse jobs?), since when is it a negative to have solid work experience, but with no conflicts with a boss? I've got three references and apparently that means shit, cause let's hire some pot-smoking douchetard to steal half our shit and show up late all the time.
What.the.fuck. I mean a lot of the reason I don't have a fulltime job is cause there's simply an ass-ton of jobs I won't do (ie: anything that makes me deal with customers. Cause the general public are fucking morons.), but it's not like I'm looking for anything unbelievably difficult. Just shove me behind the scenes, doing manual labour type-shit, I don't give a fuck. It's not like there's only a select number of people that can stack skids for transport.
Fuckers! I WANT A JOB (another one).
-Mark
(Last song was Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out, Scissor Sisters rendition)
But if some douchebag can get a job, especially the shit I'm applying for (honestly, why even BOTHER interviewing people for warehouse jobs?), since when is it a negative to have solid work experience, but with no conflicts with a boss? I've got three references and apparently that means shit, cause let's hire some pot-smoking douchetard to steal half our shit and show up late all the time.
What.the.fuck. I mean a lot of the reason I don't have a fulltime job is cause there's simply an ass-ton of jobs I won't do (ie: anything that makes me deal with customers. Cause the general public are fucking morons.), but it's not like I'm looking for anything unbelievably difficult. Just shove me behind the scenes, doing manual labour type-shit, I don't give a fuck. It's not like there's only a select number of people that can stack skids for transport.
Fuckers! I WANT A JOB (another one).
-Mark
(Last song was Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out, Scissor Sisters rendition)
Sunday, April 23, 2006
So if you're lonely, you know I'm here waiting for you
My internets is all dusty and cold, due primarily to my lack of anger-fueled love towards it (I hit you because I love you!). Of course, I could just do a shitty clip show that TV programs do when the writers are too high to think of anything original; but I digress from the point I haven't made yet.
I've come to realize over the last few years of my schooling that I'm not really learning anything - and that I'm a high-70's student (or a B+, for those of you that are in the "No child left behind" program, and are thus illiterate and mathematically retarded). Whenever I need to really know something, I just go back to one class in highschool - Grade 12 Communications. I've apparently learned an entire University degree when I was 18, because apart from reading idiotic essays from illectuals that are in more poverty than I am, most of the "information" I've learned in my degree is essentially just extensions on things I already knew.
Of course, given my degree, lots of the content I learn is opinion-based via the prof. (Think National Cinemas). I've had to endure 4 months and about 500 bucks out of my pocket on courses I absolutely don't give a shit about (like Soviet and Polish cinema), which although some have fading moments of interest, it's mostly harping the same shit for the entire course. There's a few problems here;
1: There isn't enough content to justify a 13-week (or god forbid, a 25 week) course that'll eventually lead to my degree/40,000 dollar debt. I'd take another course not in my major, but fuck, half these courses are required for me to graduate. I don't give a shit about Eisenstein's theory of montage (if you know the definition of "montage", you've just equalled Soviet filmmaker Sergei Eisenstein's life work), and knowing it doesn't justify making me sit through Battleship Potemkin, Strike, or anything else he's done. And for fucks sake, his essay in the book I was forced to pay 100 bucks for had DRAWINGS all over it. DONE BY THE BASTARD HIMSELF!. Anyway, it doesn't end here. I've already told people in my faculity (and they agree) that I'm basically writing the same essay over and over using different movies. I have my strengths when it comes to analytical essays (which, by the way, is all I'm ever required to write), and it's always Film Aesthetics, and bullshit (not in that order). I've sat through.. hmm.. lemme see here... about 150 movies in the last 8 months, and I've totalled 606 hours of class. . . . 324 of which was watching movies (approximately). So yeah, I'm sitting in a dark room for over half my year watching movies - sounds like a sweet deal, right? Imagine watching your favourite movie 100 times in 8 months. Sure, the first few times you find out different things that you didn't notice before. But after about 25 watchings, you just don't wanna do it anymore - and you're only 1/4th of the way through. Now take those 75 other viewings and start analyizing EVERYTHING about your favourite movie - ranging from who the director is, to the political ideology, to gay undertones, to reinforcing traditional values, to the evil of the corporation funding it, to the actor/actress inside it, to the shot style, to the colour choices, to the meaning created by shots, and pretty much absolutely everything you can think of. The short: Your brian dies and you stop caring or liking your favourite movie. . . because school has destroyed your movie-watching soul. Now do it for FOUR years and 40 thousand dollars! AND EVEN THAT DOESN'T GUARANTEE YOU A JOB OR THAT YOU'LL EVEN PASS!.. cause after destroying your favourite movie, you have to write a 15 page essay about it - and you have to "research" your topic, because you're far too stupid to form opinions without some quoting some educated hack 800 times. . . and what makes his opinion more valued than yours? Well... he's done what you have, except he decided to do it for his entire live. Hell, YOU got off easy.
By no means am I saying my major is difficult - I don't have to do much of anything, and there are some good movies in the mix - and hell, some of the readings aren't soul-crushingly boring (although 90% are). And on occassion, an industry dude, filled with years of cynicism and bitterness towards his wasted talents because the studio hacks edited his film comes in and does a talk at the University - in the process shutting down the one prof you couldn't stand. (Yes, that was sweet). I mean, it's not like I have to learn chemistry or something I know absolutely nothing about. At least in my major, I can fall back on my foolproof, never-fail bullshitting.
2: It's not that the professors don't do a lot of work prepping the courses - and fuck, they get underpaid like nobody's business to do it - but having a prof come and teach a course that's opinion-based will ultimately lead to a clash of opinions. What one person's masterpiece is, is another persons sack of shit. You have to be able to look past the verbal shit these profs give, cutting the opinion out from the actual need-to-know/need-to-bullshit-to-pass.
3: Writing. Who the hell writes theories on this shit? And why do I have to know it? I'm well-aware I made a wrong decision to take this degree as opposed to a technical film one, or actually going to film school (which I'll have to do ANYWAY after I graduate), but seriously, some of the things I "learn" are absolutely pointless. In the entertainment industry, to create a film with a personal meaning is impossible unless you've acheived commercial success beforehand. If you build your "truth" films on lies, where you were a hard-luck nobody that overcame the odds to become something (see: 50 Cent's film Get Rich or Die Trying), you're bound to find some kind of success, cult or mass. If you rant about political issues, but make it seem like you're talking about something else (see: Capote, which was actually about gay issues, not the "In Cold Blood" book.. not saying it wasn't a good movie), you're in. Or my favourite - doing a movie you've done already, but nobody saw the first one because you weren't popular then. (see: Brokeback Mountain, which was done by Ang Lee after he became popular from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, but if you watch his 1993 film The Wedding Banquet it's actually Brokeback's inspiration.. and pretty much the same topic in a different context. It's also better). What it all really comes down to is money, money, money, money, and more money. You could be the most talented person in the world with the most important movie idea ever, but if some douche in a suit thinks they can't make more money off it, you're fucked.) Anyway, these are the things I have to write about - over and over.
It's far easier to just be retarded and not be good enough to go to University. Consider it saving money, not "missing out on an education".
How coincidental this rant comes in the middle of my exams that I haven't studied for (and don't need to, for all the reasons above).
-Mark
(Last song was The Brunettes - Best Friend Envy)
I've come to realize over the last few years of my schooling that I'm not really learning anything - and that I'm a high-70's student (or a B+, for those of you that are in the "No child left behind" program, and are thus illiterate and mathematically retarded). Whenever I need to really know something, I just go back to one class in highschool - Grade 12 Communications. I've apparently learned an entire University degree when I was 18, because apart from reading idiotic essays from illectuals that are in more poverty than I am, most of the "information" I've learned in my degree is essentially just extensions on things I already knew.
Of course, given my degree, lots of the content I learn is opinion-based via the prof. (Think National Cinemas). I've had to endure 4 months and about 500 bucks out of my pocket on courses I absolutely don't give a shit about (like Soviet and Polish cinema), which although some have fading moments of interest, it's mostly harping the same shit for the entire course. There's a few problems here;
1: There isn't enough content to justify a 13-week (or god forbid, a 25 week) course that'll eventually lead to my degree/40,000 dollar debt. I'd take another course not in my major, but fuck, half these courses are required for me to graduate. I don't give a shit about Eisenstein's theory of montage (if you know the definition of "montage", you've just equalled Soviet filmmaker Sergei Eisenstein's life work), and knowing it doesn't justify making me sit through Battleship Potemkin, Strike, or anything else he's done. And for fucks sake, his essay in the book I was forced to pay 100 bucks for had DRAWINGS all over it. DONE BY THE BASTARD HIMSELF!. Anyway, it doesn't end here. I've already told people in my faculity (and they agree) that I'm basically writing the same essay over and over using different movies. I have my strengths when it comes to analytical essays (which, by the way, is all I'm ever required to write), and it's always Film Aesthetics, and bullshit (not in that order). I've sat through.. hmm.. lemme see here... about 150 movies in the last 8 months, and I've totalled 606 hours of class. . . . 324 of which was watching movies (approximately). So yeah, I'm sitting in a dark room for over half my year watching movies - sounds like a sweet deal, right? Imagine watching your favourite movie 100 times in 8 months. Sure, the first few times you find out different things that you didn't notice before. But after about 25 watchings, you just don't wanna do it anymore - and you're only 1/4th of the way through. Now take those 75 other viewings and start analyizing EVERYTHING about your favourite movie - ranging from who the director is, to the political ideology, to gay undertones, to reinforcing traditional values, to the evil of the corporation funding it, to the actor/actress inside it, to the shot style, to the colour choices, to the meaning created by shots, and pretty much absolutely everything you can think of. The short: Your brian dies and you stop caring or liking your favourite movie. . . because school has destroyed your movie-watching soul. Now do it for FOUR years and 40 thousand dollars! AND EVEN THAT DOESN'T GUARANTEE YOU A JOB OR THAT YOU'LL EVEN PASS!.. cause after destroying your favourite movie, you have to write a 15 page essay about it - and you have to "research" your topic, because you're far too stupid to form opinions without some quoting some educated hack 800 times. . . and what makes his opinion more valued than yours? Well... he's done what you have, except he decided to do it for his entire live. Hell, YOU got off easy.
By no means am I saying my major is difficult - I don't have to do much of anything, and there are some good movies in the mix - and hell, some of the readings aren't soul-crushingly boring (although 90% are). And on occassion, an industry dude, filled with years of cynicism and bitterness towards his wasted talents because the studio hacks edited his film comes in and does a talk at the University - in the process shutting down the one prof you couldn't stand. (Yes, that was sweet). I mean, it's not like I have to learn chemistry or something I know absolutely nothing about. At least in my major, I can fall back on my foolproof, never-fail bullshitting.
2: It's not that the professors don't do a lot of work prepping the courses - and fuck, they get underpaid like nobody's business to do it - but having a prof come and teach a course that's opinion-based will ultimately lead to a clash of opinions. What one person's masterpiece is, is another persons sack of shit. You have to be able to look past the verbal shit these profs give, cutting the opinion out from the actual need-to-know/need-to-bullshit-to-pass.
3: Writing. Who the hell writes theories on this shit? And why do I have to know it? I'm well-aware I made a wrong decision to take this degree as opposed to a technical film one, or actually going to film school (which I'll have to do ANYWAY after I graduate), but seriously, some of the things I "learn" are absolutely pointless. In the entertainment industry, to create a film with a personal meaning is impossible unless you've acheived commercial success beforehand. If you build your "truth" films on lies, where you were a hard-luck nobody that overcame the odds to become something (see: 50 Cent's film Get Rich or Die Trying), you're bound to find some kind of success, cult or mass. If you rant about political issues, but make it seem like you're talking about something else (see: Capote, which was actually about gay issues, not the "In Cold Blood" book.. not saying it wasn't a good movie), you're in. Or my favourite - doing a movie you've done already, but nobody saw the first one because you weren't popular then. (see: Brokeback Mountain, which was done by Ang Lee after he became popular from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, but if you watch his 1993 film The Wedding Banquet it's actually Brokeback's inspiration.. and pretty much the same topic in a different context. It's also better). What it all really comes down to is money, money, money, money, and more money. You could be the most talented person in the world with the most important movie idea ever, but if some douche in a suit thinks they can't make more money off it, you're fucked.) Anyway, these are the things I have to write about - over and over.
It's far easier to just be retarded and not be good enough to go to University. Consider it saving money, not "missing out on an education".
How coincidental this rant comes in the middle of my exams that I haven't studied for (and don't need to, for all the reasons above).
-Mark
(Last song was The Brunettes - Best Friend Envy)
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
She gets her art from all the boys in town
Linkslutting myself, because I can.
Clicky clicky
One more time, do it for Jesus
I took these.
-Mark (is clearly not studying for exams)
(Last song was Eels - Old Shit/New Shit)
Clicky clicky
One more time, do it for Jesus
I took these.
-Mark (is clearly not studying for exams)
(Last song was Eels - Old Shit/New Shit)
Monday, April 17, 2006
Everyone loves you, nobody cares
Exam period. More to come.
-Mark (hates school)
(Last song was Bloc Party - All The Marshalls are Dead)
-Mark (hates school)
(Last song was Bloc Party - All The Marshalls are Dead)
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Attention: Unbelievers. Fashion Victims. Opportunists
After the greatest concert EVER... I tore some ligaments in my foot. Or muscles, or whatever. WHAT A FUN NIGHT!
-Mark can't walk
(Last song: We Are Scientists - Worth the Wait)
-Mark can't walk
(Last song: We Are Scientists - Worth the Wait)
Thursday, April 06, 2006
If I had one drop of common sense, I'd have already left
Happy 100th blogging, me. I swear to Jebus or whatever, I'm ready to snap... so this will be another one of my rants that make no sense.
My work fucked up the schedule again, so I worked a double shift (remember the last time I did that? Yeah, I crashed my Jeep.). I finally bitched enough so they fixed it, and I got back at them by stealing about four dinners worth of food. Fuck you guys, I'm taking everything I can get away with.. hell, the security guard even taped the damn plates together so the food wouldn't fall out! HA! Fuck you work. You pay me 10 bucks an hour and I stole about 100 bucks of food.
Seriously, have crack-addicts just given up on trying to be inconspicuous? When I got off the bus today there's just some guy in the corner of the bus stop snorting some coke off a five dollar bill. I mean I've seen a lot downtown, like the gay stakeboarders today (NO male skateboarder wears a girl's toque and looks like he's about to make out with his buddy on the bus.. I thought I was wrong but after some very awkward staring at him... do you stare 6 inches from your friend's face at his lips?) Oh yeah, and he was wearing tight bell bottom pants. That was just weird. MOVING ON!
I've seen a shit-ton of gay people around that stop, it's pretty normal now.. I've also seen some gender-inspecific people, and the classic homeless wanderers that I'm waiting for one of them to try and mug me.
A few days ago I saw a different drug deal go down.. actually I walked past it. There's something about this neighbourhood, potheads, and fences. It's not like they're hiding, they're just leaning against a fence in plain view making drug deals at 3PM by an elementary school. Classy gents. Too bad the 15 year old was dealing to a 35 year old. That was also weird.
AND SCHOOL.. I'm STILL not learning anything, just getting more pissed off. I'm about three days from snapping and I've got four to go. And a RESEARCH essay to finish off the term? WTF, I don't want to actually try anymore.. That's just cruel.
And no summer job, not that I'm looking very hard. Someone give me a third job! I knew I just should have ran off to BC this summer with no intention of ever returning...
Oh.. and I'm bored with everything. If only I wasn't so lazy.
-Mark
(Last song was The Dresden Dolls - Dirty Business)
My work fucked up the schedule again, so I worked a double shift (remember the last time I did that? Yeah, I crashed my Jeep.). I finally bitched enough so they fixed it, and I got back at them by stealing about four dinners worth of food. Fuck you guys, I'm taking everything I can get away with.. hell, the security guard even taped the damn plates together so the food wouldn't fall out! HA! Fuck you work. You pay me 10 bucks an hour and I stole about 100 bucks of food.
Seriously, have crack-addicts just given up on trying to be inconspicuous? When I got off the bus today there's just some guy in the corner of the bus stop snorting some coke off a five dollar bill. I mean I've seen a lot downtown, like the gay stakeboarders today (NO male skateboarder wears a girl's toque and looks like he's about to make out with his buddy on the bus.. I thought I was wrong but after some very awkward staring at him... do you stare 6 inches from your friend's face at his lips?) Oh yeah, and he was wearing tight bell bottom pants. That was just weird. MOVING ON!
I've seen a shit-ton of gay people around that stop, it's pretty normal now.. I've also seen some gender-inspecific people, and the classic homeless wanderers that I'm waiting for one of them to try and mug me.
A few days ago I saw a different drug deal go down.. actually I walked past it. There's something about this neighbourhood, potheads, and fences. It's not like they're hiding, they're just leaning against a fence in plain view making drug deals at 3PM by an elementary school. Classy gents. Too bad the 15 year old was dealing to a 35 year old. That was also weird.
AND SCHOOL.. I'm STILL not learning anything, just getting more pissed off. I'm about three days from snapping and I've got four to go. And a RESEARCH essay to finish off the term? WTF, I don't want to actually try anymore.. That's just cruel.
And no summer job, not that I'm looking very hard. Someone give me a third job! I knew I just should have ran off to BC this summer with no intention of ever returning...
Oh.. and I'm bored with everything. If only I wasn't so lazy.
-Mark
(Last song was The Dresden Dolls - Dirty Business)
Saturday, April 01, 2006
She leaves condoms out on the dresser just to make you jealous of the men she fucked before you met her
This is another one of my booze-enduced incoherent rambles...
Seriously, I'm fucking tired of school. It's probably got a lot to do with the fact I'm not even LEARNING anything anymore, and I'm basically showing up because I paid money (in the future) for this bullshit, so I'm saving face to myself, but seriously, every essay I'm writing is just me repeating the same shit over and over with a different movie.
I don't do my readings. I used to kid myself and buy the books so I at least felt like if I needed to do the readings or I had some kind of inspiration, I'd do them, but now I don't even bother. I don't buy books cause fuck, I learned it all in first year and then in the first semester binge-whoring classes. SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK I PAID 35000 GRAND TO LEARN THE SAME SHIT OVER AND OVER.
Well jeebus University, how about teaching me some tangible skills for once? (My "c" button is fucking up now.. glory road!) I'm not in University to learn how to become a professor and teach the same mindless shits as myself for the rest of my life (although it'd be a conveinent in-person outlet for my rage) wow my typing while boozed is pretty decent. Anyway where was I? oh yeah, FUCK University.
Seriously, I should have gone to college but even that would just belittle me. After all I'm great so fuck college, it's not even an option. I just applied to make my mom happy but there was no fuckin' way I was going. I figured that I needed a real edumacation, so University was it.. then my parents seperated and I lost all my funding (thanks!) and now I'm stuck in a shithole where I'm learning dick all.
And I'll end up going to college ANYWAY when I'm done
Fuck why don't I just drop out right now and go, cause it's goddamn waste of my time to be here.Okay it's not like my degree isn't bullshit and that I didn't know that going in, but seriously, I'm not doing shit with my life except meeting people. And wowee, that's fun but I need more people to drink with dammit so I can forget about how depressing going to University here is.
EWHAT>THE>FUCK.
-Mark I think
(Last song was Youth Group - Rosie and The Sea.)
It's an awesome song, this one up for the title of this rant, too. YOU AIN'T THE Po_lICE!
Seriously, I'm fucking tired of school. It's probably got a lot to do with the fact I'm not even LEARNING anything anymore, and I'm basically showing up because I paid money (in the future) for this bullshit, so I'm saving face to myself, but seriously, every essay I'm writing is just me repeating the same shit over and over with a different movie.
I don't do my readings. I used to kid myself and buy the books so I at least felt like if I needed to do the readings or I had some kind of inspiration, I'd do them, but now I don't even bother. I don't buy books cause fuck, I learned it all in first year and then in the first semester binge-whoring classes. SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK I PAID 35000 GRAND TO LEARN THE SAME SHIT OVER AND OVER.
Well jeebus University, how about teaching me some tangible skills for once? (My "c" button is fucking up now.. glory road!) I'm not in University to learn how to become a professor and teach the same mindless shits as myself for the rest of my life (although it'd be a conveinent in-person outlet for my rage) wow my typing while boozed is pretty decent. Anyway where was I? oh yeah, FUCK University.
Seriously, I should have gone to college but even that would just belittle me. After all I'm great so fuck college, it's not even an option. I just applied to make my mom happy but there was no fuckin' way I was going. I figured that I needed a real edumacation, so University was it.. then my parents seperated and I lost all my funding (thanks!) and now I'm stuck in a shithole where I'm learning dick all.
And I'll end up going to college ANYWAY when I'm done
Fuck why don't I just drop out right now and go, cause it's goddamn waste of my time to be here.Okay it's not like my degree isn't bullshit and that I didn't know that going in, but seriously, I'm not doing shit with my life except meeting people. And wowee, that's fun but I need more people to drink with dammit so I can forget about how depressing going to University here is.
EWHAT>THE>FUCK.
-Mark I think
(Last song was Youth Group - Rosie and The Sea.)
It's an awesome song, this one up for the title of this rant, too. YOU AIN'T THE Po_lICE!
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