What the fucking fuck is this shit?

Guitar Hero: Van Halen?

WTF? Neversoft, are there no lows you won't sink to?

Seriously, fuck this noise! Ladies and gentlemen, I love Van Halen, but this is fucking BULLSHIT!
No spandex? No 80s metal hair? Fucking Wolfgang Van Halen? Fuck that kid! I want my goddamned Michael Anthony!

And what the fuck is this shit about other artists? Fuck them! I don't want any fucking blink-182 in my fucking VAN HALEN game! If I go to play a music game featuring VAN HALEN, I want music by fucking VAN HALEN, not fucking Jimmy Eat World!

Fuck Neversoft! I'm not buying this piece of shit ripoff! If I want a music game on a specific band, I want it done like The Beatles RB: with only music by THE FUCKING GROUP ON THE GAME COVER! Fuck Neversoft! See if I ever buy one of their games again!

Fuck. It's always the shit you see coming that bitchslaps you the hardest, isn't it?
I need to go get drunk and watch some old movies.

Just got back home from watching District 9 at the local cinema theater.
I greatly fear that I may never be able to eat seafood again.

On a related note, District 9 was FUCKING AWESOME.

I just got thru reading Victor Hugo's Les Misérables in only 5 days for an assignment.
So, yeah. My brain is pretty much shot right now. But I do consider myself to be more educated and learned from having read it. It really is the "great French novel".

Of course, I'll probably be better able to appreciate it when I re-read it at my own leisure some time in the distant future. Or when I'm able to get my hands on an UNabridged version. If I wanted to be told about the various theological and moral meanings of certain points without thinking, I'd get the Cliffs Notes, thank you very much.

It's Clock Day again.
God help us all.

Starting tomorrow, I'm going to be gone for about a week for vacationing purposes. Hopefully, by the time I get back, I should have some definative information on where I'm going with my ideas and a possible timeframe on when I might actually get something made.

End of line. Praise Optimus.

Billy Mays?!?!?!

What the fucking hell is going on here? I mean, seriously! Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot!
Billy Mays! Dead!
Michael Jackson! Dead!
Farrah Fawcett! Dead, and on the same goddamned day as MJ!
Ed McMahon! Dead!
Gary Papa! Dead!
David Carradine! Dead!
Niedimeyer! Dea- sorry.
What the fucking hell is going on here?!?!?!?!?
What, has there been a complete breakdown in reality this month? Did somebody fuck up? Why the fucking hell are so many goddamned famous people dying all of a sudden? Who's next, one wonders?

I'll tell you what- June of '09 is going into the books as one fucked-up month.
June 2009- The Month That Sucked
I say we just scrap the remaining 54 hours and skip ahead directly to July. Start putting this ugly month behind us.

Holy shit.

Well, the story has officially broken- King of Pop Michael Jackson is dead.

I say again- holy shit. I mean, Jaysus Christ. Michael Jackson? Dead?
Sheeit.
I mean, seriously- I'm fuckin' flabbergasted. Downright blasted by this. Admittedly, I've never even listened to a single one of his songs, but still, man! Michael Jackson! Dead, for chrissakes!

Jesus... first Ed McMahon, now Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett! Both on the same goddamned day! On the same goddamned day!
It's gettin' to be re-goddamned-diculous!

CNN coverage

Sweet Optimus, have you SEEN the shit going on in Iran?
Who the fuck am I kidding? Of course you have. Everybody has. In fact, I think the only way you could NOT know what's going on is if you lived under a rock, which was under another rock, which was surrounded by pointy rocks.
That, or in China.
But man oh man... there is some funky BS in the air over there. There's a full-blown revolt coming down the pipe real soon with those people. You can smell it.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I believe the only real question at this point is:
Will the Revolution be Televised? Is there going to be footage at 11?
Gonna be interesting, that's for damn sure.

The end is nigh.

I tried. I really did. I did everything in my goddamned power to stop the rising tide of maniacal stupidity. Well, that's not 100% true- I forced myself to resist the urge to go up into a clock tower with a sniper rifle. I fought the desire to track down and murder the people responsible for this shit. Society- for some inane reason- frowns upon the "removal" of such unwanted elements. Point is, I tried to enlighten the masses.

But in the end, it was all for naught. I was just one man against the forces of evil. Just one part of a painfully small cadre of men and women trying to hold the line against a generation of stupidity. I tried, and in the end, failed. Like a fool, I tried to enlighten the masses to the coming apocalypse and the end it would unleash. And, like a ship of damnable jackasses, the masses instead see it like some kind of Second Coming. This is the way the world ends.

[Sighs] At least now I can peacefully drift off into a sea of bitterness as I stop caring. Now that society has proven to be impossibly broken, I can stop worrying about fixing it. Now the sane people can just go back to listening to Pink Floyd while trying to think of new ways to keep the smoke from getting out.

Long days and pleasant nights.