It's that time again kids

Yes, it's one of those days where I just have to rant.

Have you ever seen one of these?



Of course you have!! Anyone who wants to be a true patriot HAS to have one. Because we love supporting troops that have been ordered to blow up random countries. What is with all these "feel good" showings of support? What in blazes did you actually DO to support them?! Did you send them cookies? Freeze dried American burgers? Guns that work? Some armor they should've had already? How about a ticket home to their families? It truly irks me to see ignoramuses driving around with those stickers on their huge gas-guzzling SUVs that probably put the troops there in the first place due to oil demand. Blah blah blah. Here is something you can spend money on instead of those ribbons.

So what sparked this tirade? Facebook did. Some people (who WILL remain nameless) joined a Facebook group in support for oppressed women in the DRC (Democratic Republic of the Congo, formerly Zaire). What dingbat honestly thinks making a Facebook group will change anything? When were you knuckleheads last in Africa? How about taking a lesson from the life and teachings of my sister Ashleigh, who actually got onto a plane and helped build a school in Africa for children? Certainly makes your little Facebook groups seem like a complete waste of time, doesn't it? Oh wait...it IS a waste of time! I can just see the African leaders now "Hey check it out Mugabe! We should totally stop running our governments like demented bees because A FACEBOOK GROUP SAID SO!"

Stuff like buying yellow ribbons and joining Facebook groups are like almost donating to an orphanage, making it so the orphanage was almost able to feed the children.

P.S. I'm starting a Facebook group to help prevent the merciless slaughter of demented bees from their tyrannical queens.

I can walk

Thats right

You want to know what song has been going through my head all day?

We are the Champions - Queen. I was going to post a youtube link, but the guy who posted the only decent version disabled HTML embedding. Jerk.

Nothing much to report other than that. I'm going to California next month. The doc says I'm probably going to set off airport security with all the screws in my hip, so that won't be fun. I guess I'll have to show them the scar.

Guilty Pleasures

It's no secret that I love traveling, particularly to Europe and Australia. One would think that it's mainly for the sight seeing and the experiences. While this is partly true, I also like traveling for another reason.

I love the intro music to BBC World News.

We don't get that channel here in Happy Valley, so I'm usually starved of it until I go to the UK, or visit my dad. They tend to change the song slightly every year or so, but it's basically the same thing. Here are some videos proving my point.







Someone even made a club mix of the song, not too shabby.



Now is that a great song or what?!?!

Hello?

A Social Effort

I have a habit of bringing up the whole hip issue in just about every conversation I'm involved in. While most of the time this is okay seeing as how others tend to bring it up in the first place, I've become conscious of just how often I'm talking about it. I think it's high time I have other things to talk about when I'm around people, IF I'm around people that is. An explanation on the IF part: I've been cooped up here like a goldfish with ADHD in a 3x3 inch fish bowl (just picture that in your mind). My window to the world has been my computer, which makes me feel like my eyes are becoming rectangular.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't spend a lot of time on the computer before the surgery anyway. Imagine you've suddenly been given an endless supply of Krispy Kreams/Biltong/Holdens (one for US, SA, AU). It would be great to overdose on it all at first, but then it gets old, and you want something different. This would probably explain why I get bored very easily on the computer, but don't do anything else because there's nothing else to do. Recipe for insanity anyone?


Image from The Escapist Magazine. It perfectly illustrates my state of mind in this madness.

At least the surgery (bah, mentioned it again!) was in the winter, the summer will be great and hopefully some social reconstruction will be happening.

EDIT 2: Got a little carried away with the last edit.

Moral of the story? Spammers are bad, mmmkay?