Friday, May 14, 2010

Cruel and unusual punishment

It's Friday! I don't really care though, because it's the summer and I lose track of the days- because that happens.

Today, I was at the dentists' office. Very fun. Lucky for me, I don't have any cavities and I don't need to get my wisdom teeth out. Good thing it took me a hundred-and-something dollar dentist trip to learn that.

People always complain about dentists being torture, but honestly I don't see it- maybe I've just been lucky. I mean, sure- it's annoying and sometimes painful, but it's really not that bad. Whatever sinks your boat, I suppose.

If people really find it that bad, here are my thoughts:


They need to get some
Dentists for Guantanamo,
That's good torture

Really, if you want new means of cruel and unusual punishment, look no further than dentists. The only real problem I can see is that it's hard to talk when their picking your teeth with metal. Maybe that's a good thing. It can allow all those hygienists to blabber away like they're hair dressers, while the person in the chair can say nothing. Now that's torture. I'm sure it wouldn't be long before a suspected terrorist would crack while under that kind of pressure. And if they don't, you can always threaten them with the bill.

On a side note, shouldn't psychologists be paid to get haircuts? Seems like hairdressers get paid to receive what people normally pay for.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Assholes

You may have noticed that I didn't put up a post yesterday. This is because I am no longer at school, and therefore don't have as regular hours to follow. I also don't have nearly as much to talk about since there's no college life to comment on. To that effect, I have decided to start updating my blog on a less regular basis for the summer (as opposed to just giving it up completely like I did for winter and spring breaks). So expect posts every few days. From now on I will be posting when I have something to talk about rather than posting to talk about anything I think of on the spot.

And I have something this time. I have come to a thought-provokingly profound conclusion regarding human nature: People are assholes. It's true, really. They lie, they cheat, they steal, they don't reply to you regarding jobs and internships (and don't even have the courtesy to say "sorry, you didn't get it), they give you false hope, they will insult you behind your back, stab you in the back if they feel like it, stab you in the front if they don't know you as well, or just act plain asshole-ish. In this post, I'm only really replying to one of those things: stealing.

Lots of people pirate. It's a pretty petty process, and quite common (I wanted to say "pretty common," but just had to get "pretty petty" in somewhere). They pirate music, movies, TV shows, games, pornography, the seven seas, and random software. I'm thinking of a special case.

I can understand
Pirating, but pirating
From charities? Douchebags.

In the news, I came across an article regarding a game bundle for sale online. Not only do proceeds from it go to charity, but customers can set their own price at which to buy. They can buy it at one cent, one dollar, or ten dollars. So for one measly penny, you can get a game- yet people go and pirate it? That's just plain low. It's like going up to a kid giving out free pamphlets, kicking him, and taking a pamphlet after he keels over. I just don't understand people. Sure, you don't have a credit card to put it on, but it's really not that hard to borrow one from a friend. I'm sure they'd be concerned about that one cent going to charity. Seriously, if you want the game, at least pay the one cent to get it. Or even better, pay 20 dollars, and feel good that you're compensating for over 2000 assholes (assuming they all were forced to pay 1 cent each).

Source: http://kotaku.com/5535744/

Monday, May 10, 2010

The morning after

Been working on my English essay all morning so I haven't had the proper time window in which to post.

Today, much like Mother's Day, is a special day. It's the day after Mother's Day. A transitional day really.

After mother's day,
The mother's role goes back to
The opposite one.

It's probably the biggest change from one day to another- even more so than Opposite Day. One day the kids are making mom breakfast, the next day she's doing it for them and cleaning up from the previous day's mess. They give her flowers, she has to take care of them. They do the shopping for her, she has to go and buy non high-fructose corn syrup based foods. And you get the point. While the intentions of Mother's Day are pure (except for Hallmark and all of the stores), the drawbacks of it can make it not necessarily worth the hassle. Or maybe they are. Who knows, I certainly won't since I will never (probably) be a mother.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

The ultimate gift

It's a very special day today. No, it's not National Water Bottle Appreciation day, or Warren G. Harding's birthday. It's not some obscure Jewish or Canadian holiday. It's not Memorial Day or Veteran's Day. Still don't know what today is? Well, if you haven't figured it out yet, you might want to run to the store. Today is Mother's Day! That's right, once again you need to buy your mom presents, and yes- we all now it's unfair because they get three holidays for presents a year and you only get two. But honestly, your present is where you are now, because without them you wouldn't be there. Unless you're living in a cardboard box, which is a pretty bad present.

Mother's Day is the day to show appreciation for all that your mom has done for you. And that means getting her flowers and a nice card. Why's that? Well, it's quite simple really:

Nothing says "thanks for
The past nineteen years full of
Support" like flowers

Really, it's true. In spite of the thousands of dollars she spends on you for food and college and presents and things and clothing and shelter- getting her the ultimate gift of a $6 bouquet of flowers and a $1 Far Side card really says thank you like nothing else. And if you don't even go that far to thank her, you're a disgrace to sons and daughters everywhere. Jerk.