As pathetic as this war has been, I'm glad to post that it's over, and we won. Fuck this trite "no one wins in war"-bullshit. A Side order of Style won, NOW SWALLOW.
CMOG surrendered at They did so unofficially through a post about their cat fetishes. As a tactical analyst, I can say they used that post as a suicide ploy to kill all remaining readers by way of deep coma and subsequently sleep apnea. Our research concludes that the post was equivalent to overdosing on about 5o over the counter sleeping pills.
On a more interesting note, I miss your mom jokes. I guess they stopped after enough people responded with "she's dead". They fucking ruined it for everyone... I remember the first time someone responded in that manner to me. It was in Grade 3 during recess, and I rebutted with: "well that doesn't mean it isn't true". That ass cunt of a child ran crying to the closest teacher and told on me. I wasn't there when he told on me (because I was running in the opposite direction) but I bet the teacher chuckled a bit - before having to chase me down. The lesson I learned that day: Deny everything, and milk being cute/ a girl for all its worth.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
So the war's over?
Thursday, March 4, 2010
/rant of a bored university student
I'm 20 and inherently self-destructive. Successfully killing my lungs, liver and kidneys - but that just isn't enough. For the past year or so, I've been on a mission to get in a physical confrontation. The big goal is to get a bond villain scar over the eye and down the cheek. Realistically, I'd settle for even a fat lip. It's unbelievably hard to get into a physical confrontation. In the process of me trying, I've made a total of 3 strangers cry and found myself in 2 random make-out sessions (proving that acts of sex can defuse any situation). And as fulfilling as making randoms cry and having really hot make-out sessions, I'm wondering what lengths must I go, just to get some war wounds? I want to finally check this off the list. I'm not asking for a goku-vs-frieza-esque-brawl, I'm just looking for a scar worthy of recognition. JUST HIT ME ALREADY!
/end rant
"I want to fuck you like a dinosaur" , too funny.
Closer(NIN cover) - MGMT (official site)
this post is a part of the Quantity over Quality initiative.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
living the dream...
For two weeks I was paid to take part in a guerrilla marketing promo set in the streets of downtown Toronto for Bit defender.
How it was suppose to go: At some busy intersection downtown a man holding a laptop would be stopped by a man in a hazmat suit via megaphone, being told his computer was infected with a virus. The gentleman holding the laptop anxiously frets out loud that all his movies, music and photo files are in this computer. That's when 2 other hazmat suits take his computer and "disinfect" it with silly string. Then cue the sigh of relief from the crowd , because THAT and only then is when they realize that it was all just a stunt and YES these folks are just actors and a virus had not really plagued the poor mans computer. The crowd cheers, we take pictures with the people that are interested to see later on Bit Defender live website and hand out flyers that everyone is too eager to recieve.
How it REALLY went down: People treated us like we had the plague. The leaflets being given out akin to us giving out AIDs. People taking pictures with us only after being bribed to give them a free 1 yr trial. Mac users cutting us down with mean words and giving the crowd the alternative of buying a Mac instead of buying Bitdefender for their PC. People staring us down because we were wearing plastic suits in 30 degree weather rather than for our performance.
Though, I'm not going to lie... I was the sub-rep, pretty much exempting me from the humiliation of wearing a hazmat suit for most of the two weeks, with the exception of a couple hours where one of my co-workers came in late, forcing me to suit up. and for those two hours, I WAS A LEPER. But don't worry, I got paid at the end of the week and I was left with our Ad-libed versions of the skit we were suppose to follow through with. No it wasn't part of the job, but we needed something to keep us sane. Our cool Skits vs. their Original skit

