Δευτέρα, 14 Φεβρουαρίου 2011

February 14th - We lovely three: you, the gift bag and me

Ah, Valentine’s Day. A day I hated since the beginning of my existence. Mostly cause it was right after my birthday and people used to mix up those two dates. In more than one occasion, it overshadowed the importance of my birthday to the history of the universe. Add to that some lame love jokes about me, some girl and cupids and you’ll see what I mean…Oh, how I hated that chubby boy with the arrows that seemed to be everywhere that day. Moreover, it did help in hating it and consistently stating how much it sucked, that I never was in a relationship during V-Day. That way I never had to pretend I liked it. And I do hope I never will…

You see, girls love V-Day. And if you love them, you gotta love V-Day too. If you want to get laid and not laid off. From the relationship that is. I do get why they like it so much though. As a nice husband, fiancé, boyfriend you are expected to come baring gifts. Of love and diamonds that is. But mostly diamonds. They are after all, a girl’s best friend as dear Marilyn so rightly pointed out. On a side note though, if you haven't decided on a gift, lingerie, however expensive it may be, does benefit both sides…
Now, I am not against the concept of giving gifts to your significant other. On the other hand I’m all for it. But, it shouldn’t come as an obligation. You should be buying them because you want to, not because you have to. 
Well, no one actually puts a gun to your head in order to buy gifts on V-Day but you get what I mean.

Anyway, there is also that argument about V-Day not being about the gifts but about celebrating love. I say fuck this shit. If you truly love someone, you’ll love them every single day. And you’ll celebrate being with them every single day as well. No one should need a reminder on their calendar to do that on February 14th.

Σάββατο, 5 Φεβρουαρίου 2011

Failing Heroically

Hello again dear readers! It’s been a long time but I’m back again with a new article. And yes this one is as awesome as the last one, maybe even more after a few drinks. Today’s article is not another amazing theory on life. It’s just some crap that pissed me off and I had to share it with you…

Superheroes suck. Big time. And no I’m not talking about the outfits. I actually think some of them look cool. My problem is with their attitude on life and most importantly death. Let me take this from the beginning though…
It all started while I was watching an episode of Smallville. It’s that one show where Superman is a young boy who lives in a farm, like typical American white trash. And all sorts of creepy bad guys try to kill his family, his friends, the pizza boy, etc etc. But Superman always stops them. The thing is some of them return after a while and cause more problems. Why?  ‘Cause Superman is so “good” he kills nobody. Not even the bad guys. Seriously how stupid is that? And apparently it’s not just him. Almost every superhero repeatedly denies killing their archenemies because, supposedly, it’s wrong to kill people. Which is why they suck. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not suggesting it’s cool to kill people. But come on, some of these villains top Hitler’s, Alexander’s and Christianity’s body count put together. Ok maybe not if you add Christianity’s, but nevertheless you get the point.  And they kill REPEATEDLY. When guys like Superman and Batman leave Lex Luthor and Joker alive to see another day they’re practically asking for it. And no sending them to jail doesn’t count. Maybe the first time some villains were sent in there it was a good idea. But all of these guys break out. But like all the time. I wonder why no superhero ever noticed that... Because they consistently keep sending them there. Fail much?

And thus I ask you dear readers: Why not put a bullet, arrow, lantern, whatever superpower through their freaking heads and be done with them?  Where do you stand in this battle between superheroes and common sense?