Sunday, November 30, 2008

Rant Time With Javvy (May Offend.)

I've decided that every so often, I'm going to write up a little rant here, pertaining to whatever is fueling my ire at that moment. I'll try to limit them to as little as once a week if at all, so as not to go overboard and offend anyone that may read this, but I can promise you that not many nice things are going to be said.

Pressing on! This little story is based on my experiences today. I don't know what it is about me, but it seems that I'm a magnet for weird and hilarious occurrences. This morning, I went downtown to get a little shopping done. For the most part, I was only interested in finding some new books to read over my winter break, but also ended up splurging on a new pair of shoes. Nothing strange so far, right?

Walking back toward McGill, this older looking man and a young woman, who I can only presume to have been his daughter, asked me if I was willing to join them in celebrating celibacy. ...Excuse me, what? I couldn't help but laugh, I mean, what? The young woman started explaining to me that she was willingly waiting until marriage before she gave away her "flower". It was a promise she made with herself, her father and the invisible space-man in the sky that her cult of wackos worship. Then, she lifted up her hand to show me her ring finger, where she sported one of those tacky rings that those disney kids are all on about these days. I wanted to vomit. With everything going on in our world today, do they honestly think that preaching about abstenance and celibicacy is the right thing to do? These are the same cult-mentality morons who opposed the vaccinations to the HPV virus because, apparently, curing STDs leads to promiscuity! Now, I didn't want to start a scene then and there, despite my overwhelming urge to spew acidic bile all over the awkward pair. Instead, I nodded politely, smiled, and told them that while I appreciated their concern, my beliefs were not theirs. This prompted the older man to ask me the question that, without fail, will drive me up a fucking wall.

"Son, have you accepted Jesus into your life?"

I had to bite down on my tongue not to turn around and launch into a violent rant. I can ignore the obvious irrationality that comes with being involved with a faith because despite it's many, many shortcomings, people are comforted by it. That they, however, still feed the need to shove that nonsense into the faces of others is absurd and downright hysterious. I think this man and probable daughter saw my annoyance at this point, but it didn't seem to slow them down any! She looked at me and said with all conviction that she would pray for my soul, that I find my path to the Lord and know the joys that his love brings. At this point, I couldn't hold back any longer. I started to laugh outright. I smiled again and, as matter-of-factly as I could, I said the following:

"Even were I remotely convinced that I had a soul at all, I wouldn't worry about it needing salvation. Between us? I'm not the one that needs to be saved! You two are the ones clinging to the myths and fairy tales of men written in the dark ages! Besides, even if there is a God, this relationship you have with him is completely one-sided! Your love is unrequited and that is not at all healthy. So please, do me a favor? Lay off this holier-than-thou bullshit. You want to stay a virgin until your Father decides to marry you off like some kind of bartering piece, by all means, enjoy!"

Having said that, I continued to walk away. Ironically, when I got home, I noticed that Religulous was on t.v. Bill Maher is absolutely brilliant in general, but it shines through quite strongly in his documentary.

Christmas time brings out all the crazies, I swear.

You don't see these people worrying about soldiers being senselessly masacred, nor do you hear them worrying about our ever-failing world economy. No, what's important to them is that your precious little hymen is in one piece for ol' J.C. up in heaven. Global warming? No, no, no, your priorities are all wrong! You should be worrying about finding a way to stop teenagers from wanting to have sex!

Anyways, I could go on about this for decades...and in fact, given this time of year, you probably will be hearing it again from me in the near future. By the way, I do hope those of you who are of practicing faith don't take this badly, I just get increasingly grump around the holidays. Besides, just as much as it is your right to believe in it, there's my right to ridicule you for it! Oh, what fun!

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Escapism OR Zombies at your front door.

Next week needs to find it's end quickly, I fear I can't handle anymore sessions of non-stop essay writing. I need a reprieve! I don't even like the holiday season, but I'm craving it more than anything now, just to get away from all these papers. The absurd part is that I enrolled into the creative writing program because a) it's my field of interest, b) I wanted to get away from research papers and the mundane nature of regular academic life.

Apparently, however, I'm obliged to do them regardless and can slowly feel what creativity I once possessed slipping away. In fact, this program has greatly diminished my desire to write at all! Imagine that! Oh, it's still early, I'm aware, but it's depressing that I can be disheartened towards what has been my lifelong dream so easily!

In that respect, I've been thinking I need to find some new creative medium. I've always played guitar, but I want to start exploring other instruments. I've never been too talented at many forms of visual art, and while I cannot draw to save my life, I think I'm going to start experimenting with anything I can get my hands on. Why not, after all?

I'm uninspired, so it's time I do something about that.


As a side note, I've the overwhelming urge to punch anyone who believes in intelligent design right in the neck.

Monday, November 24, 2008

The Further Adventures of the No-Sleep Prince.

Still nothing.
I are zombie.
Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiins. (or sleep, whichever.)
Someone come play with my hair so I can pass out, thanks.

Go Go Insomnia Rangers.

6 a.m., still no sign of sleep. Total cumulative time awake at time of writing: 71 hours, 22 minutes. Almost three days without rest. If I don't soon, a burn out will be unavoidable. Nonstop eating to compensate for all the extra energy being burnt, massive bags under my eyes, hard time focusing and even my coordination is starting to go haywire. I kind of want to push this as hard as I can and ride it out until I collapse. 12 more hours and I hit the delirious phase, hallucinations'r'us.

In my boredom, I've taken some cheesy bed-side photos. Warning: I may or may not be a power ranger.

Late Night Nonsense

Dexter was spectacular tonight. It's unreal how much I've grown to love this show and the character himself. Especially this season, I find that many other characters are starting to shine through as well. Matsuko, Deb and Angel particularly are really impressing me, but none so much as newcomer Miguel Prado. Oh, things are going to liven up quite a bit!

Mainly because I think the song is appropriate, but also because I absolutely adore it to death, I've been listening to this Talking Heads track for a good portion of the night.


It's 5 a.m., still no sleep on my part. I suppose from a health standpoint, I should be concerned, but I imagine it's years too late for me to start altering what has become such a crucial part of my personality and routine! Besides, the temporary dementia adds character, wouldn't you say?

I'm surprised. Usually, this time of year, I'm overcome with the urge to keep my bed warm with bodies. I feel this desperate urge to connect with someone and have that physicality present. I don't just mean sexually, though that's always nice. Sometimes, you just want someone you can touch. Play with their hair, feel their breath, that sort of thing.

This year? No sign of it at all. I'm evolving! Only time will tell what that means.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Age of the Understatement

Another 6 a.m. where I should be sleeping, or at the very least attempting to, but instead find myself doing much less productive things. For example, I just finished rewatching the first few episodes of True Blood. After all, with all this Twilight nonsense, I need something to restore vampires to their original splendor for me.

Cheeseburgers at 3 a.m. may seem like a great idea, but only provide severe tummy aches for this charming insomniac.

Tomorrow involves watching Montreal win the Grey Cup at Adam's. I admit, I'm not a huge CFL fan, especially given the long list of silly rules they implement! I'd much rather watch some good ol' fashioned NFL, but there's a certain pride you've got to have in your home-team. Usually, that pride goes towards the Habs...but let's face it, these last few games have been utter garbage. So, we roll with the punches!

My bed smells like candy and for the life of me, I can't explain why. Not complaining, however.

I can't get enough of the Last Shadow Puppets. I mean, at first I thought their debut album was a fair listen, but nothing special. It's growing on me quite a bit and I haven't been able to stop listening to it at all. That modernized throw-back to 60's rock is exactly the sort of thing I've been wanting to hear for some time now.



They also did this impressive cover of the Beatles' I Want You (She's So Heavy) which, admittedly, is my favorite Beatles track in the first place. A pleasant treat for me, so why not share it with you folks, hmm?



Now, I'm going to go for a walk, through the freezing cold, to get a coffee. I don't know what it is about this time of year, but I can only ever drink coffee regularly during the winter. Also strangely enough, I always get quite tempted to pick up smoking again whenever it gets cold. I collect bad habits.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Let's Get Down To Business!



Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself the last few nights. Oh, I know that for the sake of my scholarly obligations, I should settle and write what is expected of me! After all, I've only two short weeks before the semester ends! Still, I find myself wide-eyed and distracted at my desk, enjoying ghosts of my youth in the form of Mulan. Can you blame me? She is spectacular and I'll not hear a single word to the contrary!

Ah, December, you're approaching sneakily this year! None of your usual bravado, dumping down endless barrages of snow to torment those of us who rock their kicks all year long, despite the frigid cold! No, this year you creep in the form of chilly winds and cloudy skies. Keep this up and we might even be able to tolerate one another, December. Just maybe.

My Christmas shopping, for once, has been taken care of quite early and despite the one gift that I've yet to get, (but ordered online and should be receiving any day now) I'm all done! It's a strange feeling, not waiting until December 23rd to consider what to buy your friends and family. I may get used to this.


Left 4 Dead, kids, get on it. None of this Call of Duty nonsense! Gears of War are all well and good, but nothing says good gaming better than a relentless zombie horde. I really need to find more gamer friends, you kids and your social lives are gross.

Friday, November 21, 2008

I`m a shark.

Home Is Where You Hang Yourself.

Well, I've gone and done it now! Conformity heartily admitted, I've actually wanted to cave and switch the medium of my blogging for some time now. Enough wishing, enough lurking, enough time behind the scenes! The time has come to take the stage. Or at least, to conquer a new one! Ha, look at me go.

For those that knew of cheap_vodka, the journal I maintained since '03, I may cross-post my entries here over there, but this vessel shall be my flagship. She's nigh uncatchable, they say. For those of you who do not know me, well, introductions are in order! My name is Jav, and when the inevitable zombie apocalypse transpires, I will be your savior. Until then, I'm just another boy on the intarwebz. Oh, and I don't sleep. Ever.

Like now, for example. It's 6:38 a.m. and I'm sitting in a Tim Hortons in the middle of nowhere about to hook myself up with some sweet, sweet breakfast while I pirate some poor sap's wifi connection. Following this, I'll likely quest to the magical realm of downtown Montreal wherein I hope to find myself a coat for the winter! She comes, and soon, I promise.

This new home of mine needs decoration. Default theme? Ha! Not for long, methinks! Well then, now that we know each other, can I buy you all a drink?