Today I was watching a music video on YouTube (which is a weird activity for me, seeing as music posted on YouTube is either SoundSwapped from a fake copyright claim or by those giant media sluts Warner Music Group, or it's used in a shitty Windows Movie Maker style while some 11-year-old sings like a dying cow, and worst of all, can't even sing the lyrics right).
The song was "Donkey Rhubarb" by Aphex Twin. Aphex Twin (real name Richard David James) is one of what I consider to be the few surviving musical geniuses of the 21st century alongside Paul McCartney/Ringo Starr and Dave Mustaine. Every piece of media he has produced is a masterpiece, and listening to a single track from any of his released albums is easily comparable to being showered with the holy breath of an angel pig on your eardrum and cochlea, creating birth to happiness and joy.
Other people commenting on the video, however, did not share my same thoughts. Responses ranged from "lolwhut" to "this video is the epitome of awesome," but there were a couple that made me question certain users' overall brain capacity. Actually, it's a comment I've seen a lot on many internet pages; one that I think should cease to be used anymore.
LOL WTF THIS GUY MUST HAVE BEEN HIGH
Interesting observation, dickweed. How long did that utterance of wit take you to compose in that small mind of yours before you spit it out? Like seriously, I know someone being a critic when I see one, but this phrase appears all too often. It's unfair (as we don't even know what carcinogens could ever be used on Richard Dean James. If he is in fact a druggie, that still wouldn't derive the fact of his superior awesomeness.)
It was then when I decided to write this blog as a sort of punch to the nuts to those people. My words had to be made.
So you find this song weird, do you? I'm fine with that, to each his own, but what's with the whole drug-abuse assumption? Just because something you see that was made by someone else that did not fit into your alley of norm, it makes it okay to throw such a term? This would obviously clarify your viewpoint of drugs being a bad thing, right? Oh, sorry, I wouldn't mean to insult your tastes either. After all, it's not like most of the songs in the US Pop Billboard listings have anything to do with any kind of drug-infused, artistic garbage. Art should be one dimensional, and something that everyone can understand; artist viewpoints don't matter, right? Who do you listen to? Maybe Ke$ha, some Li'l Wayne, small doses of good old Bob Marley... these guys sure know how to inspire a generation, don't they? Whether it's dressing like a complete whore and singing about cocaine, or just scoring some jolly good jail time, these entrepreneurs set a bright path for our children to look to. Their messages are clear and easy for the average layman to understand. So obviously, if an obscurer artist's message is less clear and maybe takes a little figuring out, or they just have a more backwards way of putting it, that makes them weird, their message indecipherable, and overall makes them a strange person, because all people who make stuff like that have their veins pumped full of dope 24/7, and you're cool enough not to follow people who do that stuff, right?
Hear that, boys and girls? That's the sound of the air whooshing out of the multiple holes I just poked into their logic.
In short, just because an artist's message is different, don't automatically judge them. Look more into what they have to tell the world. After all, they could even get noticed for your recognition. Then they'd get rich and famous, and then guess who's sharing their mansion with you?
Oh, and while you're at it, look up some of this guy's songs. If you're into electronic music or just something to listen to while you think, draw or read, check him out. A lot of his songs are on YouTube and I can guarantee you that there's no other electronic musician out there that can make sounds like this guy can.
I don't understand why it is, but people, especially close friends or even people I seldom ever talk to, insist on telling me their life story. I still have yet to figure out what makes me a viable candidate for pep talks in any sort of scenario I happen to be brought up with, be it a "My Life Sucks," "Why does everyone hate me?" or even "Why won't my gf/bf talk to me?".
Now really, it's not that I don't care about everyone's problems, it's just that I always have to ask, "Why me, of all people?". And sure, there are a couple people who I'd make an exception for advice such as a small group of close friends who I always talk to, but even that's a little much sometimes. Just to create an example of myself to show I'm not a whiny asshole, here's a crappily-drawn comic, based off of a recent (and most likely exaggerated) conversation with a friend.
It all ends the same. I can't provide a single line of moral support, which is why I'll never be a successful psychiatrist, otherwise most of my patients would get the same treatment. So in conclusion, stop complaining to me. I don't care who you do it to, just don't do it to me, because you shall receive zero satisfaction.
I care about gay spirit.
I care about gay people.
I care about Hindus, Buddhists, atheists, Pagans and other people of various religious faith or lack thereof.
I care about just about everyone who has beliefs that don't pertain to my personal morals and/or values.
I am, however, against wearing purple. For one, I find it to be one of the gayest (if you'll mind the expression) colors under the sun. In fact, all holidays that require you to wear something to accentuate a certain theme all suck.
(If you don't want to read my shameless ranting, I suggest you skip down to the last paragraph)
These kinds of holidays never made sense to me, including Gay Pride awareness, as well as Breast Cancer awareness and all the other things that attempt to make people aware of things, the keyword being "aware" itself. So you people are saying that if we're not wearing purple or pink ribbons or making a holiday to remember the subject at hand (because NO ONE ever knew that things such as cancer and homosexual abuse existed until everyone started pressuring you to attach something to your person to remember said issue) we are automatically don't know what the hell's going on in the rest of the world? If we're making a day, a week or a month entirely dedicated to the awareness of a single global issue, what happens to the rest of the year after it? If you're saying we need to be aware of something for that allotted amount of days, then your behavior would make it seem like these problems simply vanish afterwards and then we all go home to watch the newest episode of Jersey Shore and laugh at how big Obama's ears are.
Why not make the ENTIRE year from hereafter Awareness Year? God knows we'd solve crap a lot faster that way, and maybe at that rate we'd be able to cure alzheimer's by 2011 from so much spiritual donating.
BUT HAUNTZOR U R MISSING THE WHOLE POINT OF DA HOLIDAY LOL? Maybe I am, or maybe I'm just an insensitive asshole and should be beaten and stoned for it, but my word of advice would be if you're going to make a holiday to remember something:
-- STOP SITTING ON YOUR ASS JUST PLAIN REMEMBERING AND TRY DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT --
I mean goddamnit you guys, you mope around talking about cancer like it can't be cured; even breast cancer, which people act like is the equivalent of a time bomb about to go off inside of your tits has been cured oh so many times. Why the hell are we donating to "cure" cancer if so many people are surviving from it, even the ones with malignant infections? (My mother is a skin cancer survivor, don't be giving me shit just because I've never had it) Granted, there are plenty of people dying from it as well but they're mostly the ones who can't afford proper medical treatment.
And why are we all of a sudden so worried about homosexual abuse? Don't get me wrong, seeing someone getting teased because of their orientation makes me do a facepalm too, but gay people have existed since the dawn of man, for Pete's sake, and all the while they've been shunned from regular society too. In fact, our generation is doing a damn fine job in finally accepting people from this group using a magic little technique called "tolerance". They're not exactly universally accepted YET but we're sure as hell trying.
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Bottom line, do whatever you want if you want to get in spirit, just don't be acting like you're suddenly Jesus performing an incredible miracle for possessing shades of color on your shirt. Oh well, guess I can't expect to change people.
It's all in your head.
Yes, ironically the first post of a blog relating to the prostitution of supernatural beasts opens its first post with a random Slipknot song excerpt. It can only go downhill from here.
I guess I might as well introduce myself then. I've gone by the name Hauntzor since 2007, when I first coined the name and started to seriously use the internet. My actual name is unimportant here, as I've revealed it on my other online profiles where people couldn't possibly give two hecks either.
I literally don't know what to say here. No, really, I feel like any second I'll run out of words to say and then
