Anyone who knows me or at the very least have read my previous blog on disability know that I suffer from Ankylosing Spondylitis, it’s a condition with many facets the main one is joint pain, up until about a year ago that manifested itself in the form of moderate to severe back pain and some knee problems. That was until I finally got the diagnosis last year and started treatment, the treatment consists of injecting a TNF blocker into my system every fortnight things had been going well for most of the time since then my movements had become less stiff and the pain waned.

But about a month ago winter began, I was interested to see how even with the meds my body was going to cope with cold weather, I went into this with mindset that at the very least things couldn’t get any worse. How wrong I was, not only is the back pain still as bad as it ever was but my peripheral joints started to stiffen my elbows lock up my ankles will buckle if put under any strain from say crouching, and my right hand is now virtually useless( for those of you who know me and see that I always wrap a bandana around my left hand, it’s for warmth to prevent it from fucking up on me) and even my jaw has been known to refuse to open up all the way. To recap I can’t crouch, I can’t eat anything to big there are times when I can’t extend my arm and most frighteningly of all I’m losing dexterity.

Why am I writing this you may ask, it’s not like my previously humourous entries where I rant and verbally assault others, well for one I really need a good bitch session and when you spend 5 days out of the week on your own that’s hard to come by and have it being satisfying, but more importantly it probably gives the best insight into why i am the way I am and what’s going through my head most of the time.

Well with that out of the way I hope to bring you something a bit more light-hearted next time because whenever I talk about this insipid disease I die a little bit inside.

I’m out

Now while I have no beef with Rivers what I do have beef with vegetarians(pun fully intended) to be more specific militant vegetarians or even worse vegans. You all know the type they feel obligated to inform you that the delicious hamburger your wolfing down came from a cow and was probably treated poorly before getting a spike to the head, my usual argument is good I’d feel a whole lot worse if they treated it like royalty before serving it up to me because well I can’t explain it I just would.

the worse kind are the ill-informed militant vegan/vegetarians and this is where i hit anecdote territory once i was sitting at hungry jacks clogging my arteries with the awesome quad stack when some dude came up to me and started to lecture me on the evils of my carnivorous activity (what he was doing at a fast food chain known for its flame grilled burgers I’ll never know probably there to build his daily quota of douchebaggery), now usually I’d just ignore people like this because quite frankly I can but this day was different, this day I wanted my say. Fortunately I know a fair bit more than I’d like about what happens to the various parts of the bovine that aren’t delicious meat and I noticed that he had a mars bar in his hand(it may have been a kit kat I don’t quite remember all I know is that it was one of those chocolate bars that say halal on the wrapper) so I decided to drop a knowledge bomb on this particular fucktard and asked him if he knew why the chocolate bar he was eating had the words halal on it he said he didn’t know then i asked him if he knew what gelatine was he replied something about sugar crystals and magic to which I responded after a particularly satisfying bite of my burger “hooves” he gave me a weird look as if I’d just said the word for no apparent reason so I elaborated that hooves and sometimes bits of bone are used in gelatine he looked disgusted then I realised something I now have the moral high ground i went on to say “how dare you judge me when you are wasteful you only use on small and specific part of the animal where as I wear the leather, I eat the flesh and I eat the hooves(on some occasions I glue with it) you sir are a wasteful monster” the young man was dumbfounded and backed away slowly as I stared him down with a judging stare I pulled out my cigarette and lit up a victory smoke to which I was promptly kicked out of the outside dining area of the establishment I smiled and said thank you and walked off happy in the knowledge that I just blew someone’s mind to the point he may reevaluate his belief system.

Wow that was a Long anecdote and I think I may have forgotten what my point was, oh right it’s the same point I’ve made before don’t try to change my mind about things don’t tell me to stop smoking, don’t take my beer away and for fuck sake don’t get between me and my meat in all three circumstances you are likely to get bitten(not metaphorically i will go for flesh) just leave people be if i want to feast on the flesh of a lower animal it’s my business so fuck off and go to your PETA(by the way I don’t mind if women decide to get naked to try to prove a point, I mean it wont change my mind but i do like to look at it).

Ok that’s it I’m having a sugar crash J out

Now there are a couple of reasons for this the easiest one to explain is that it’s been around so long and had such an impact on popular culture that just about everything else I watch has referenced it one way or another to the point where I can pretty much piece the story together myself the second reason is that for reasons unknown to me whenever I start watching it the story doesn’t grab me, I don’t find any of the characters particularly appealing and immersing myself into the star wars universe just doesn’t happen.

That rather large pre-amble brings me to my point which is that should be ok, people shouldn’t have to bitch at me for not liking it, they should accept it and move on. But apparently me not seeing/enjoying 6 movies is an affront to the collective and all they believe in, here’s another shocker I haven’t seen Indiana Jones either for the same reasons as above.

But there is another reason I haven’t seen what most people refer to as ‘the great’ and it’s as simple as because you want me to. You see a lot of my actions are fueled by spite you keep telling me not to smoke I’m going to smoke 3 cigarettes in 10 minutes and make you watch, tell me to get a job and contribute to society and I’m going to sit at home and write a meaningless blog that contributes nothing and if you harp on about a movie I don’t have any interest in seeing I am going to go out of my way to avoid seeing it. It’s probably my inner indie kid, but for the love of god don’t lump me in with the movie snobs crowd, we all know them they are the ones who roll their eyes when you tell them you enjoy slasher movies then crap on about Citizen Kane and for 2 hours and the verbally berate you if you bring up the gaping plothole within it, worst still are the intellectuals that claim they understand whats going on in David Lynch’s work, for fuck sake David Lynch doesn’t even know what’s going on in his films.

I’d like to write more about this but I can’t be fucked though it was nice to release the pressure valve after a while, stay tuned for why I have a beef with vegetarians and how P.E.T.A can go fuck themselves

It’s weird to find comfort in the darkness, there’s a safety in the danger. I guess i’m just a massive contradiction. I walk along the edge of the abyss taunting all those in my wake.  The lure of insanity is intoxicating, the inner beast lusts after a taste of freedom and the temptation to allow such disregard is incredibly strong. But allowing the nightmares to come out means losing everything and with that one is forced to ask oneself if it would be worth it, because the cost of freedom.

It’s during these thoughts a recurring theme appears, what would they all think if they knew the truth, more importantly should I care. One day someone may be ready to know the real me, but not in the forseeable future, but who knows I have been wrong before (though that is often overshadowed by how overwhelmingly right I often am about these things).

And there we go, that little piece is fresh from a last night. Now some of my friends who know how private I am may be wondering why i’ve been divulging such thoughts, well it’s not for your benefit otherwise i’d tell you face to face. No the reason i’m doing it in such a public fashion is in the hopes someone impartial will come along and tell me if i’m as crazy as I think. And with that bid you farewell until next time.

I really don’t know why i’m doing this oh well here tis.

I’ve been tracking my thoughts, my writings and the various fucked up shit that I see, say and do. and it would appear that the closer I come to a psychotic break the more whimsical it all becomes, the world takes on a horrifying, twisted and strangely beautiful visage. Things all seem to make sense when they are all in shambles and when there’s order about it all becomes confusing. There is honesty in peoples lies and the truth becomes dishonest.

I fear what will happen if/when I take that dive over the edge and accept the world as it truly is, a massive contradiction. I’ll see what many have seen before me and share their fate a padded room, men in white coats and everyone telling me my way of thinking is wrong.

Well that’s the entry most of my little black book is like that thoughts on insanity and the futility of things. So I leave you now, no cheerful goodbye this time I don’t have it in me.

Now to the article, i’m talking about having a disability not being on disability (which is apparently a lot harder than those taudry current affairs shows will have you believe). I’m not the most positive person in the world but even I can see the good this particular disease has done for me. The first thing is patience, when it takes you at least 2 hours to get out of bed in the morning you learn to bide your time in most situations for fear of mind numbing pain. It also has given me a fair bit of self control whilst under the influence, knowing that doing the stupid shit your friends are doing can have you flat on your back for 3 days straight makes you think twice about every decision you make. along the same vain(?spelling?) I have also learnt how amusing it is to watch everyone interact to the point I can usually see what will result before they know it themselves.

Now to the downside pretty obvious stuff here, pain, feelings of isolation the fact that I can’t act my age because I have the body movement of an 80 year old with plastic hips. There’s also the high tolerance to pain killers (most substances really) which has made a lot of things financially out of reach. a new downside has been added recently the fact that every fortnight I have to jam a syringe into my leg and leave it there for 10 seconds, which doesn’t sound like long, but considering it hurts more than my tattoo did it’s more time than I feel is necessarry to have a needle in my leg.

Anyhow that’s the long and short of it stay tuned for my list of people that I want to punch in the fac. whenever I get around to doing that so as always I wish you a bully day.

P.S fuck correct grammar

Now you (Morgan*) may be perplexed as to why I felt the need to divulge my guilty pleasure band, it’s because I have friends who frown upon the enjoyment of such music and when I ask why the best answer they can give is because they are sell outs. Which begs the question why is it that when a band decides to try and make money, and not compromise their sound(this being the most important part of my question) are they sell outs, and I always come to the same conclusion bloody Indie kids.

I loathe Indie music and the funny thing it isn’t because of the music it’s because of how fickle the fans are. As far as I can tell the mark of a good indie band is how unknown the band is, as soon as more than 10 people know of the band they are classed as sell outs, or mainstream. Now lets be real here music is a business and one needs to make money to continue doing what one loves so what difference does it make if the band is making a little scratch on the side.

As long as the music sounds the same, there is the same stage presence and the money hasnt gone to the bands headm who gives a shit if you’re no longer the only guy you know listening to the particular band.

* I’m still fairly certain that Morgan is the only person who reads this. Prove me wrong people comment

Well it’s been a month now so I feel it’s safe to vent my spleen so to speak. Why is it whenever a celebrity dies no matter what they have done in the past (drugs, adultery, animal cruelty or violence) they are deemed the greatest person in existence. Take Heath Ledger before his death the media hated him, mostly because of that whole water pistol paparazzi incident and labelled him a bad boy or scoundrel but once his dead he’s apparently the greatest actor of all time, please if hadn’t have done Brokeback Mountain and Batman he’d be remembered as that kid from 10 things I hate about you(and still be considered great and misunderstood). This Mark Priestly dude I’m not familiar with his work because I’d rather drive hot needles into my scrotum than watch All Saints. So I looked him up for a majority of his career playing bit parts maybe he was great at them but being great as an extra is like winning gold at the Paralympics yes you’ve done good but nobody really cares.

Another Australian who died Steve Irwin was chastised by everyone while alive for animal cruelty, his movie bombed and he made the world think that all those who come from the land down under enjoy taunting reptiles in their spare time. He gets stuck by a stingray (the animal world got vengeance and celebrated that day) and suddenly he wasn’t dick he was a wildlife warrior, apparently he’s movie was the greatest Australian movie since Madmax. Then Germaine Greer comes out and says what we were all saying for years before his death and gets chastised for once in my life I felt sorry for the steely old bird.

As a catholic I have pretty good grasp on the inner workings of the bible, so it irritates me when a celebrity buys the farm that apparently they can get into heaven regardless of the rules as if their status on Earth gives them preferential treatment. My understanding of heaven and the rules of entry are that it’s a tad more exclusive than the old no shoes no shirt no entry rule. All that said here’s a short list of celebs that people say in heaven but are really in hell and the reasons why.

- JFK; Adultery is a sin people and Kennedy was a skirt chaser

-Marilyn Monro; Look I’m actually not too sure about this, it was ruled a probable suicide which is a big no no

-Kurt Cobain; Suicide

- Heath Ledger; Homosexuality, granted he wasn’t actually gay but God kicked Adam and Eve out of Eden for eating fruit I don’t think he would care if homosexuality was real or fiction

- Mark Priestley; Suicide

This list does rest upon God’s actual existence, that said no god no heaven so I win anyway. And this judgemental list isn’t to say I’m a perfect catholic (considering I’ve been using the 10 commandments as personal checklist of achievements, 2 to go) I’m well aware I would be going to hell.

I don’t mean to speak ill of the dead (yes I do) but just because someone is dead doesn’t mean their slate is clean and all truths about their past are irrelevant, that’s the point I’m trying to get across.

Well until next time to my only reader I bid thee farewell and may all your days be Bully

When people hear, or in most cases read about, fan boys it’s usually a gaming term. But I don’t think that the term should be medium exclusive and heres why;

In any type of media you will find pimpled somewhat morbidly obese fucktards who once they find something they feel is their own, will latch on to it like a face hugger from the Alien series and berate and harass anyone who doesn’t share their opinion, while at the same time abuse other fan boys of a different yet so miniscule in difference that to outside observers he is in fact ragging on his own cord so to speak. Now I will be the first to admit that I have been guilty of such crimes of faggotry at times though I do give better reasons for my hatred than ”lolz itz for fgz”.

My name is Jarad and I am a Metal head “Hi Jarad”. When looking at the music industry as a whole and picking out and finding different genres you will never find as many sub-genres as in metal there is; Metal, Thrash-metal, Nu-metal, Hardcore, Hair-Metal etc.. Now I listen to bands such as Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Black Sabbath you know the bands that started it all. But that’s not to say I don’t listen to anything else I also enjoy bowie, as mentioned before Creedance, Punk and yes even some old school rap (Grandmaster Flash, Sugarhill Gang and Cypress Hill) but I do disdain some music here be the list;

- Techno- Its just sounds randomly made by a computer with the occasional “how deep is your love” line thrown in. If I wanted to put up with that I could buy a 90s modem and listen to that all night while popping ecstasy.

-Gangster Rap- If I here one more song about Bitches, Hoes and popping caps I will become violent.

-Metal core (emo metal)- Its like extreme boy band music, all they do is pander to what the youth want which right now is songs about how misunderstood and angst ridden they are, and we all he one mantard to blame for it, I’m looking at you Gerard Way.

-Emo- Just an acoustic version of the above, the domain of Dashboard Confessional and the Ataris (a band who by name alone earned the scourge of many gamers)

Have you noticed a trend with my list, that’s right they are all genres that are or have at one time been extremely popular (or the new black) god star to you. Which brings me to the next part of this blog; Popularity

Now as a Metal head I’ve never been the cool kid, I was the scary kid who got invited to parties in case “shit got bad”. According to the community (by which I mean the popular kids, the government and fuddy duddies) as a metal head I am Unintelligent, violent and like to rape Puppies in my spare time which is false (I kill them). This mind imploding ignorance has always supplied me with a small amount of amusement as an outsider looking in on the hierarchy that exists within popular culture. In Australia we don’t have the complete segregation between cliques that you observe in American teen movies. On the surface it seems it doesn’t exist but dig a little deeper and you’ll find a cesspool (I love that word) of hate and subtle segregation. I’ve noticed that it’s more prominent amongst teenage girls because guys seem to be indifferent to the differences.

Now this has been a wordy blog and I’ve written more than I had planned so here’s a quick list of other things that can FUCK RIGHT OFF.

-Current Affairs Shows- No one cares which fucktard lost their house this week

-The Medical community as a whole- There are a few exceptions but this goes back to a personal beef I have with them

-Emos- Shouldn’t have to be stated but then again one can never overstate their hatred of this stain on the youth of today and my calls for a cull have gone mostly unheeded

-Grammar- It was brought to my attention after my last post that my grammar wasn’t the best and needed work, well Morgan thanks for the input but its the internet and this is not the worst spelling/grammar out on the web(see 4chan where grammar/spelling goes to die

well that’s about all I can think of right now I’ll probably add to it in time but right now I can’t be arsed so to what is mostly likely my 1 reader I bid thee farewell and may all your days be bully.

They say sart with what you know and if the don’t they should, who are they you ask they are the intelligent people who come up with all our sayings, adages and the things people say verbatim to sound intelligent.

Now back to what I know, well music, as an unemployed cripple with no love-life to speak of it has been the saviour that stopped me slipping into psychosis and stabbing people on the bus/train etc.

Right now my mind is brought to the high expectations that John Q. Dumb-ass (that would be you) have of the average musician. There’s always trepidation and excitement when a new album comes out because because it can be a major fuck up. The main reason is that musicians are put into a catch 22 of sorts by morons such as fans/critics/etc which I will collectively refer to as dumb-asses. They want something new, different and exciting but will bitch if it doesn’t sound the same or hold it to certain expectations of last albums. A good example of this is the monumental fuck up of Metallica’s album St. Anger, which in its own right is a good album, it just wasn’t a good Metallica album which is not the bands fault they were breaking in their third bass player, for some reason “the dumb-asses” sem to hold every album Metallica have done to the master of puppets album which is wrong, each album an artist produces should be judged on its own merits.

The otherthing that can happen is that a band or artist has found a formula that works for them, a way they enjoy playing the music but if they keep bringing out consecutively good albums for some reason “the dumb-asses” bitch that it all sounds the same not being able to judge subtly nuances case in point Motley Crue, every album was similar yet had important differences but that wasn’t good enough for “the Dumb-asses” and wanted something different they fired Vince Neil brought in John Corabi tried to do the grunge thing but it didn’t work, just like it didn’t work for Van Halen just like genre jumping will never work for a band with a solid fanbase in a cetain genre

Look I guess my point is you can like or not like something but make up your mind about what you like and don’t bitch just be thankful that great musicians haven’t all become too jaded by your hypocritical criticisms to stop producing and performing