cartoon activist

yr sick cuz I'm a bitch, and I'm holdin' it down

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 21:31:50 GMT

Aahahaha tonight on my way home from work at a red light a sexy male coworker totally saw me snap – Can’t Speak French came on lol – in his rearview mirror. I didn't think he was watching, but when I looked up he so was. The speed at which he bolted when the light turned green leads me to believe he thought I was gaysignaling to him. And I felt totally embarrassed. But what a gay does in his own damn car is his own gay business. Gay.

... o

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 19:38:53 GMT

Honestly sometimes I make everything so live-or-die I have myself convinced something as simple as an email is a grandiose political statement. And I’m totally raging against the machine until you get this polite banal answer that isn’t anywhere the gross offence you were expecting, and certainly not as favorable a reaction as you might have hoped and you’re like “oh”.
…
And then you feel totally ridiculous. And by “you” I mean: I feel totally ridiculous. But, whatever, I guess not everything leads to a full on battle of the wills or an epic pastoral romance. I guess I will have to settle for curiosity satisfied, no stone left unturned and “at least I won’t have to regret taking no action at all”.

act shady, feel my 380

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 19:21:50 GMT

View Poll: daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamaged

you gotta think big

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 02:32:17 GMT

You know what I did with my week off from work?
Yeah I rekindled my love of Justin Timberlake, that’s what.
And you know what? Fuck 50, just because. Nice tits tho.

I can’t stop listening to this:

ya dynasty ain't complete without a chief like me

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 00:03:15 GMT

Edit: My New Blog

MSN: robbain83@hotmail.com, Add me!

Ain’t No Love Up in the Club, I Need Love

Mon, 12 Nov 2007 12:31:26 GMT

Sometimes when I'm bored at work and the prospect of shoving my face with a rice crispy square from the café doesn't tempt me I create Brokeback Mountain/Firefly hybrid fantasies in my head. And then when I get home I make collages about it in Paint. God I love Paint.

In other news I was almost T-boned trying to get on the high way a few days ago. My car's gas-pedal always sticks in the rain, and as I was making a left hand turn there was this long pause where it didn't move and on coming traffic was gunna give me my very own personal Death Proof like moment. I told myself I wouldn't look into buying a new car until I knew where I was going to school – there's really no point in buying one if I end up in BC – but in light of recent near-death experiences I'm starting to rethink that. I love Bessie, I've had her since OAC, but she was bought used then, it may be time to euthanize the fierce bitch.

I feel so freaked out about my grad applications, I know I have plenty of time left but I’m really unmotivated. It’s the process that I find frustrating; the programs I’m applying to I know I want to be in. I just wish there wasn’t so much paper work fuckery to get there. Like why couldn’t my statement of intent, a writing sample and letters of references be enough? Not to mention scholarships, I really should be doing more research and applying to them. But where are these magical places that one applies to scholarships? I really think more things should grow on trees. Like scholarships. And money.

Despite its lackluster sales Brave is actually wicked, all but one song is amazing – “Never Gunna Give Up”? JLo ballad, GTFO. Remember when Jennifer was the head bitch in charge of the world for like three beautiful years, until Ben Affleck’s taint destroyed it for all of us? Those were simpler times, I miss it. I may never forgive that douche bag.
:(

Alright, now I want you to dance.

Do you remember this song? I was absolutely obsessed with this video in high school. Especially the break down where she dances.

“Joe, you the Don.”
“Jenny you da bomb! Any man disrespect, good as gone!”

Fat Joe was so right.

I'm Crazy

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 23:12:23 GMT

Listen.
I get it.
You don't like me.
Maybe I'm too faggy. Maybe you mistake my quietness for snobbery.
That's fine, you're entitled: I really don't give a fuck.
But when I say "bless you" after you've sneezed, just say "thank you". I know you heard me, I KNOW. Especially if I've heard you say "thank you" to other people.
It's just polite.
We're living in a society here.

It’s an illusion. I don’t care.

Wed, 07 Nov 2007 02:48:46 GMT

Gilt the Vampyre

Not much is new, I’ve slowly started the ball rolling on my grad applications, which is good but also really frustrating. I feel like there are so many things to remember and fill out and I find it kind of overwhelming. I only do little bits at a time because the whole process makes me want to take a nap.

My freelance contract expires at the beginning of December which I could not be happier about. The work is easy, but what should only take a few hours usually ends up taking days because if I have to sit at a computer on a Saturday afternoon chances are I’d rather gawk at celebrity gossip than data-enter (god damn you Britney!).

I’m also taking on more hours at my desk job. I’m actually starting to appreciate it more. I’m dealing with calls again, which means I have a lot more people telling me I’m an asshole over the phone than I normally would. I actually like the additional responsibility, and it really makes the day go by faster having more to do. Truth be told: most of my time off I’m bored anyway. I just don’t know what to do with myself when I have too much time on my hands, so at least when I’m at work I find comfort in the fact I’m making money. And then when I have down time I use it a little better.

Oh god I sound so money-hungry all the time, but even if you believe money can’t buy happiness you have to admit in our society money is freedom. I feel like it’s a contradiction to be as driven by money as I am and to still consider myself a socialist, but whatever I’ll cross that communist bridge when I get to it.

Speaking of getting-money-hos I promised myself I wouldn’t write about Britney anymore but it’s getting beyond my ability to control. Every time Break the Ice comes on my body spontaneously starts doing her patented chest-thrust-panting motion from the Slave 4 U video. If I let my mind wander for even a second I find myself day dreaming Britney/Donna Haraway fan fiction in my head. And lately I really want to become a DJ for no other reason than to create a hot Britney/ODB mash up where after she snaps “are you sure you wanna piece of me?” ODB snarls “I’LL FUCK YOUR ASS UP.” ODB is spinning in his grave right now isn’t he.

But it’s not all Britney-Britney-Britney, I’m also really in love with Amerie’s last album at the moment. Crazy Wonderful is like the sexiest song of all time, how is she not a huge star?

Would you just look at the pretty?

crazycrazywonderful

Anyway old people go to bed at 9:30, hollah if you hear me, can I get a witness.
:(

I'm a hafta floss on ya, lets get it blazin

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 02:18:13 GMT

art fag dies.

Happy Halloween!! ^^

I’ve been obsessed with these kylie songs all week, so I thought I’d share:

promises

sweet music

red blooded woman

obsession

thank god tomorrow is Friday, I felt like a zombie all week.
:3

Warning: some scenes may not be suitable for younger audiences.

weed on my breath, diamonds on my neck

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 03:14:26 GMT

Not much is new: work, sleep, work

But I’ve been obsessed with this CD all week so I thought I’d share with my peeps. This is one JDiggz, homegrown Canadian talent. He’s like a mix of Pharrell and Justin meets pure Canadian bacon.

make it hot
Club banga!

just wanna party
Good slow jam.

with you
This is his duet with George!! They sound like they're singing to each other, plus word at the Tim Hortons is they're fucking.

Angel
God he has the cheesiest names for his songs.

come home wit me
duet with a girl, but I'm pretty sure he's still singing about George's sweet ass.

H8TERZ
rofl he actually spells it like that.

Whatchu Like
Ugh this song is so fucking hot, it makes u wanna fux.

the way I live

ICU & I juice want2 dance wit u

Wed, 05 Sep 2007 19:44:37 GMT

Edit: how rude at this being the add appearing underneath this post
>:O

Last night a girlfriend and I were talking about how tragic it is that I am not as yet a world-famous author. Her theory is that I need to have some Carrie Bradshaw-esque newspaper job. Unfortunately there is a deficit of sex and I don’t go into the city that much, but at least I already have a title for my column: “And The”. So if you hear of any job offerings for whiney white people who like to get overpaid, be sure to let me know.

In unrelated news I’m wearing underwear from Iran, where is your underwear from?

Ok it’s time to get off the nerd.

paint doesn't do him justice

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 14:20:17 GMT

Sometimes when you’re at work and you’re drinking Orangina, you think about Orangina a lot more than you would normally think about Orangina.

For some reason the ventilation in our building allows you to smell exactly what is being served in the café just as you are entering the men's room. It is very strange to enter the bathroom and think "mmm that smells good". I'm starting to get worried that it will have some sort of Pavlovian effect on me and I'll drool every time I see a toilet or something.

However, today I am off from my desk job and free to pursue my free-lance data entry job.
D:

I really am a getting-money-ho. And even though I have to drive an hour to have a 15 minute conversation with my boss, after that I’ll be able to spend the rest of the day with some out of town friends. See, I don’t just write about work.

Hey teens, don’t Bogart the angst!

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 16:29:26 GMT

Omg I have SO much to do today because I continue to procrastinate beyond all reasonable levels. I’m deleting the internet … for at least an hour.

…
A Cathy Comic reference.
Current.

In other news, here is a facsimile of my new phone:

I will love her like the child I don’t want, and will never have.
^__^;;

deep musings at work

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 15:11:53 GMT

Do you ever feel guilty for downloading?

Considering this is the time in my life I’ve dedicated to saving towards future education plans, I end up spending a lot more money then I should on CDs, DVDs and books. So when the opportunity comes along to get an entire album for free, I usually take it. And normally I don’t feel too badly about that, but lately I’ve been plagued with guilt.

The majority of my day at work is spent grooving out to “Good Girl Gone Bad” and “Ms Kelly” while I data-enter, both of which I obtained as downloads.

The thing I keep thinking is that Kelly Rowland can’t be doing that good. While she was always likable and an enjoyable part of Destiny’s Child, Beyonce was always the clear break-out star. If Kelly wants an on-going career, this album probably has to blow up pretty big. Am I ruining her chances of Beyonce-size success by failing to put my dollar where my headset is at?

What if by not contributing to a successful debut I’m condemning her to a career of low-budget slasher flicks, followed by the downward spiral into obscurity that will lead to the inevitable rehab stint and depressing installment of E True Hollywood Story that I will no doubt stumble across late at night during some emotionally low-moment, in which I will be confronted with the full impact of my illegal downloading actions.

What if me, and people like me, are ruining Ms. Kelly?

Kelly I love you, “Flashback” is my anthem at the moment, but I just don’t think I can bring myself to buy your CD, despite this gut-wrenching guilt complex. Please find it in your sassy little heart to forgive me. You still have that hubba-bubba I so greatly enjoy!

lol I can’t believe I have that much to say about Kelly Rowland.

e-lectrik liiife

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 16:35:55 GMT

Recently I’ve been making an effort to educate myself about global political issues, if for no other reason than I would like my scope of world affairs to extend beyond the possibility of herpes having played a factor in Paris Hilton’s temporary release from jail.

And surprisingly the early race for presidency in the US is incredibly fascinating, if not entirely depressing. Even the most liberal of the candidates seem to be operating on political ideologies several decades behind the times.

I mean abortion is still a major issue of contention.
Jesus.
I was waiting for the republican debate to broach the issue of whether witches should be burnt at the stake for cursing crops or some shit.

I loved when Ron Paul addressed the issue of the “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell” policy and he seemed to allude that having gays serve openly in the military might lead to gay men raping straight officers, or some sort of orgy. Good times.

The republicans are the most interesting, if only because they are fucking crazy. I swear they were all raised by the family in the beginning of Mean Girls that believe guns were invented to fight dinosaurs and homosexuals.

And while we’re on the subject can you think of anything slimier than gay republicans? I mean what kind of soulless money-hungry creature could actually be part of what I hope is a very small minority of my minority?

~ANTM~ 2nite u guiz!!

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 20:56:52 GMT

OMG, so I finally finished this research paper that has been hanging over my head, and it feels ~so good~. It turned out great, I think, which probably has something to do with the fact I actually started researching for it a few weeks ago instead of trying to write and research all at the same time. Who would have thunk it?

Because of this paper I have been unable to watch The View all week, so now I am going to treat myself to a little View marathon. Yes I tape and watch The View everyday. DON’T. JUDGE. ME.

also, fun fact, the male co-worker is based on the hot homophobe I work with.
Isn’t he dreamy?
Rn’t I fuqed?

settling down in ur early 20s

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 03:55:37 GMT

Today I handed in my 4th last paper as an undergrad. It helps to think in those terms in order to not say “fuck it” and spend the next week eating rice crackers watching Friends reruns. Just 3 more. I can do this.

Of course thinking in those terms inevitably gives you that weird sense that a huge life milestone is about to slip into the past. But nostalgia is just lazy memories right?! It’s on to bigger and better things RIGHT>?!?!?!?!?daklfjsdklfjasdklfjalksdjfasdfkjaksdjf

edit: u guys is it sick that I have a crush on ~~Qweerunit?~~
=3

lyke we wuz ridin' in maaa pick-uppp

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 19:02:33 GMT

So I assume that by now most of you have heard the leaked track, "bounce" from Timbaland's upcoming album featuring one Mr. Justin Timberlake. It's pretty good, but I swear to god it sounds like JT sings "like when your ass has the hiccups" which frankly I don't understand.

I'm choosing to interpret it as some sort of declarative statement, in which JT is proclaiming what a proud power-bottom he is, but that could just be wishful thinking. Srsly though, is this some sort of slang I don't know about?

Mostly the track reminds of how much I've missed Missy Elliot, her part at the end is by far the best part. I remember in high school when she had a string of hits and she was completely on fire. I hope she's working on something new, pop music has been missing her I do believe.

T-K-uh-oh

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 12:18:45 GMT

So I officially have 3 giant research essays to complete and then I'm done. But actually I've been really on top of my game the past few weeks and I'm feeling good about them. It is no coincidence that I unplugged my modem and hid it from myself.

My one Prof really liked my engagement with Donna Haraway's "a cyborg manifesto" so I'm triple pleased: I'm working on something interesting, fresh and most importantly it really interests me. I'm just sad in about a month I won’t be a student anymore. Of course I wait until the 12th hour to discover my passion for cyborgs, hopefully I can find a really great Masters program that will allow me to explore it more. I'll have to do some research, find out which schools are dealing with it meaningfully. Maybe it will take me somewhere warm and tropical.

Also I bought Lily Allen's CD and I pretty much want to be her when I grow up. Actually I’ve been on a spending spree recently, I went into chapters and picked up some new summer reading, so I’m totally stoked. The history and evolution of Hip Hop in the bargain bin? Yes plz.

why do I always get ~inspired~ when I have the most reading to do?

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 02:16:08 GMT

if anyone knows how to get rid of da paint ~fuzz~ I sure would appreciate it. You probably can't tell but Qweerunit is kinda fine.

they tried to make me go to rehab

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 17:55:15 GMT

I've been so bored with my music collection lately, but I heard this for the first time last night and I'm diggin' it, I might have to get whatever album this comes from:

lulz, I'm so political*~

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 03:08:01 GMT

unf unf

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 22:10:30 GMT

I’ve decided to come out to LJ as an internet perv.
The time I should be spending finishing my readings I’m in fact trolling the web for sexy photos of famous and not-so-famous hunks.
My latest boyfriend may in fact just be this guy, Ben Cohen, who is some sort of British Rugby Player. I was going to make a balls-joke but frankly I’m distracted by the pretty.
lulz

UNF UNF:

I finally saw Children of Men last night. Holy shit if that movie wasn’t amazing and terrifying all at once. I’ve always loved distopic/utopic narratives; they’re way scarier than horror movies because so often they ring true. Like Children of Men. Without giving away any spoilers I can say the future it predicts doesn’t strike me as terribly far-off.
It was just so interesting, if not excessively violent, which I guess served a point. There were times though that I felt like I was watching a first-person shooter video game that I could have done with out.

In other news, provided all goes as planned I’m officially saying goodbye to the shag hair-do I have rocked for the past 3 years. It is time for a change, and in hoping that the weather follows my hair style, I’m shaving my head. Well not Britney-bald, just like, super short.

o hai Timbersnake

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 20:29:27 GMT

I don’t know how exactly it happened.
I was the kid in high school that was way too cool to have anything but contempt for N’Sync.
Cut to me spending my day off looking up naughty photos of Justin Timberlake.
I’m so ashamed.
So much for using my reading week to be productive.
Thank god I have to work tomorrow; at least I’ll be making some cheddar.

He sure does take an exorbitant amount of photos shirtless, grabbing his junk. At least he knows who his primary fan base is.