Candy Celluloid.

Okay, i'm Pissed. With a Capital P.

I  have been watching all these teen movies, teen soaps, teen etc etc... for gods sake teen **** too.

And the stereotyping is just so pissing off... the melodrama is just so clichedly ridiculous, i am pushed to the verge of sanity and repulsion.

Most of this is directed at the audience... the filmakers just feed the desires of the mob waiting to gobble it up. So most of this intense dislike is at you motherfuckers.

Take any series okay... your typical protagonist is a geeky looking scrawny guy. right? And then you have this Van Wilder guy saying... "They are all cool in their own way, we need to give 'em a chance to show it" and exactly what is the gratification??? having typically tanned females on your arm. Really? so its all about havin "hot girls" who'll sleep with you? 

For its so called, 'morale'... media has a pissing of quality of making women thinking they look like shit. Seriously... whats with that?

We Interrupt this transmission for a Message from the Writer.

Good [insert time of day here]  ,

This abnormally long absence of my writing has been primarily to not spread more sadness in this rather already piss of a world. The last few months have been monotonically depressing and opressing, and anything i would have written is sure to have had rather large Doses of Dark, Depressing, self-Depreciating, and character assasination overtones. Keeping this in mind, i have carefully made sure i dont come anywhere my blog when i have a keyboard in my hand.

Prefering ofcourse to use the keyboard for the more useful things in life, such pursuits that add dignity and give skill to you... as well as give joy to those around. 

Basically i used it to play Guitar Hero. :|

Anyway, now that sembleance of my heretofore banished personality is showing signs of bursting through the shiny and blurry effects of alchohol induced delirium. I have deemed it possible that i can start writing without going into the effects of post-breakingup syndrome. 

[yes i can make fun of it... YOU can't.]

So, yes... if there was a doctor who decided whether i could write or not...

He'd be saying, "Oh yes, he is perfectly sane to start blogging again"

and then he might say under his breath "for a given amount of sane..." ;)