Semi-regular filthy-minded misogynist rants coupled with philosophical treastises into the nature or gender politics. Though I'm not always right, I'm very rarely wrong.
The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words.-Philip K.Dick
When you are born, you are crying and everyone around you is smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you are smiling and everyone around you is crying.--- Anon
I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use. - Galileo Galilei
The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.-- Horace Walpole
about me: Paul, 29, soon to be 30 year old male, wannabe writer, mixture of a couple races, living in Ypsilanti, Michigan.
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My dad, in a contemplative moment. I love this picture
congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything. You must be so proud
I am a Scorpio.
(Also known as "Scorpion")
My Horroscope starts like this: " Scorpios are highly dangerous, even at a distance. They cheat and lie, live for intrigue, and take pleasure in destroying. " (Read more | Find yours)
My Inner Hero - Rogue!
It's a good thing I use my powers for good and not evil, because quite frankly, I could get away with murder. I'm clever, tricky, and charming. I know how to make you laugh with one hand and pick your pocket with the other. Not that I'd ever DO that, of course...
My taste in beer has been called into question by Mo, who, wonderful though she is in all other ways, takes offense at my calling Corona nasty. Seriously people, Corona is nasty, it's not really beer. It's like a bunch of guys drank beer and then pissed in the bottle and sold it. I've had lots of beers, I usually prefer a lager, I like Canadian beers a lot, though most of them aren't made in Canada anymore. Give me a Molson, Canadian or Golden, or if I'm feeling naughty, an XXX. Not a fan of Ice beers, though I do drink Molson Ice on a dare, it leaves me feeling like a donkey shat in my head the next morning. I like Labatts if I can't get Molson, but I really, really don't like Mexican beers. No Negro Modelo, no Corona.
I HATE Budweiser, it's more like water than water. I like Pabst Blue Ribbon, baby, one of the few domestic beers that I enjoy. There are some potent beers that I've tried, like Sierra Madre, Guinness Stout and Pete's Wicked Ale, but man, too much hops is a killer for me. I like a smooth beer, with flavor, but not overwhelming. I've had a hundred different Michigan beers, but for the life of me I don't know the names of them all. I've tried every one of these. Good beers, but not the best. Nothing spectacular. I could make a more complete list, but I just drank 7 Labatts at the bar and I'm feeling it.
This weekend I'm either going to:
a. The Tastefest - Cause I'm all about new foods
b. Greenfield Village - Cause I likes the old stuff.
c. 28 days later - Cause horror is good stuff, and good horror is gooder stuff
d. The beach - Cause I need to tan my right arm, my left arm is darker from hanging it out the window when I drive.
e. See a play Cause I like plays, bitch.
f. Wheat and Rye - Cause I like pool and sports while I eat and drink GOOD beer.
g. The Concert of Colors - Cause you know, I'm all about color.
h. Go see Second CIty - Cause I likes to laugh
i. Go to Planet Ant - Cause it's a play, it's in Hamtramck, and it's cool.
j. Probably eat at Gandhi - Cause I likes the Indian Food, and Mahatma was a total pimp.
Oh, and my friend, heretofore nameless, is named Andy Figas (his real name, cause fuck, I need all the love I can get for him) if anyone feels the need to pray for me or pray for him, please feel free. He is still in the same condition. I get through my day by not thinking about him or his current state. It's tough, but I do it. Oh, and another mutual friend of Andy and I, called me at work today, almost made me crap my FTL (Fruit of the Looms) because I thought for sure he was calling me to tell me bad news about Andy. Turns out he just wanted to talk! Bastard! I spent an hour shaky and terrified that something had happened to the aforementioned Andy. False alarm, though I'm going to see him tomorrow in the hospital, to tell him that he has to get better cause he hasn't seen the Hulk, hasn't seen League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, and has to find out what happens in Robert Jordan's Dragon Reborn series. Whether it'll matter is up in the air, I'm still going to bitch to my currently in a coma friend, because I'm that kind of jackass. Yeah, okay, he's a comic book and fantasy dork like me, but shit, he'll kick your ass. You fuckers think just because a guy reads comics he can't start some shit!? - Brodie, Mallrats.