As I pulled up this page to write this drivel, I became sidetracked by the new format. This is surely a grand old day for the world’s premier blogging website. Eat a fat poop, Google Blogger!
This new format – It’s a bit old-school, it’s a little robotic looking. It’s got the feel of a science fiction thriller made in the 80’s, with the really ancient computers that can only run DOS, and have the futuristic (for the time) green, Matrix style font.
Also, for a complete fucking change of topic, I’ve become quite an avid listener of The Opie and Anthony Show. Lil’ Jimmy is adorable, Anthony is racist and gun-crazy, Vos is an idiot and Bob Kelly is fat! Honestly, you all should listen to this show. It’s genuinely funnier than literally ANY comedy show on TV right now.
I’ve also considered deleting my Facebook account, which would mean saying goodbye to my 69 friends, honestly that’s the number of friends I have. 69. I probably won’t end up deleting my Facebook, like most people who say they will.
In Australia, we have a thing called “Dry July”. Basically you try to go the whole month without drinking. I thought I’d give it a whirl, but a few hours ago I failed. As soon as I cracked the top off of a bottle of Vodka, I knew I had disappointed the entire nation. We drink WAY too much in Australia. From the amount of tax you pay on the cheapest bottle of vodka (25 dollars) over here, you should be knighted, or given a lifetime supply of glutathione (a chemical that apparently gets rid of hangovers almost completely).
Alcohol is a fucking nightmare substance when you think about it. It is literally a poison. A hangover is your body saying, “What the fuck, man!? You trying to kill me?” When marijuana is illegal, but liquid poison is totally legal AND celebrated to the extent that it is, is insane. So insane in fact, I’m gonna have a drink! But seriously, we’ve all seen this before – – A teenager comes home to his parents’ house really, really drunk. His parent’s know he’s drunk and they help him get upstairs and into bed. They don’t show much concern at all. They shrug this off in the following way, “Oh, boys will be boys. He is going to feel awful in the morning, hahaha”. Yet, when said young man comes home smelling of marijuana, his parents freak the fuck out! They yell at him and berate him. Why do they do this, though? When he comes home drunk, he’s in a very dangerous state, he’s capable of utter stupidity and vomiting. Yet, when he comes home having enjoyed a hit or two of marijuana, he comes home enlightened and inspired and genuinely happy and contented. Then he gets yelled at for being in this state of mind. Fucked up!
Feel free to share some of your own experiences with alcohol or marijuana.