First Strike:
Boss: "I hate darning clothes."
Me: "So would I, if I lived in the nineteenth century."
B: "Why, what do you do with your clothes when they get torn?"
Me: "I buy new ones? Mass production for the win!"
Secondary Effects:
Nat: "When guys buy me drinks, they expect something in return."
Me: "I say you should welcome them to poon capitalism. They expect poon socialism but that's just not happening. Not now, not ever."
Oh, and my theory on the correlation between the quality of Celtic style music and the distance between the place of production and Ireland has been validated once again by the haunting, yet exquisitely crafted Slania by SWISS metallers Eluveitie.
11 comments:
you do wear ripped clothes; the notorious trogdor hoody.
Hey, that hoodie got burnt, not ripped. :D
Pfft, you have your poon socialism/capitalism mixed up. It's the capitalist fuckers who expect naked acts in return for beer and jager shots. The socialists mostly try to charm you into buying *them* a drink, because they're not big with the earning. In any case, it's all much less of a transaction from the socialist perspective. Poon for the social good!
(here because on facebook you are sad about no one reading your reviews. As with any fan base, only certain people are going to give reviews anything of their time, and only some of those will let you know they read them. The benefits of reviewing something a bit more esoteric than mainstream are vast in terms of speedy career moves and opportunity, but slightly more slender in terms of fangirly comments. Alas. Cheer up!)
Cheer up.
I have a friend who's a socialist. He's a good person.
What reviews do you write? And why are you sad no one reads them? Maybe no one reads them because they're crap? Or because no one cares?
I care. What review should I read, and I'll tell you if it's worth reading.
I like to help.
Hey I never said socialists can't be good people...I only say what I say. I don't say what I don't say.
Thanks for that Erin, it cheered me up a bit :D
As for my good mate Stephen: I review music for 666metal.com and Buzz Magazine (a local street press) in terms of readership, both outlets are minuscule, so no one usually reads them and I was having a bit of a cry about it on my Facebook status.
What i meant by poon capitalism/socialism (@Erin) was that Poon Socialism would provide that work done = just reward (buy chicks drinks, get laid after) while Poon Capitalism would have a market-based investment rationale (buy chick drink = let the free market decide how one is rewarded, if at all) instead.
What's the argument supporting the idea that a just reward equals a fuck for the guy?
Sounds sexist.
But I don't know politics, so maybe I've missed the point.
Where is local? Can I obtain this Magazine of Buzz from my local corner store when I go and buy milk and bread?
And can I have a picture next to my name?
I see yours and get terribly jealous and wish to be included.
There is no argument to support it. That's why blokes are have been misinformed. I think you'll need a Blogger account to have a photo...or an OpenID. Unless you live in Melbourne, Australia...Buzz ain't local. :P
but isn't one of the main points of capitalism working for earnings?
Anytime :). Also, quitcherbitching. Look at this blog traffic. Ten comments on a blogspot, that's not so bad :P.
But you're not saying poon in exchange for work, you're saying in exchange for the purchase of something. Those who are independently wealthy without labour can still be involved, even if we accept that slightly odd definition of socialism.
I read it as being based in the assumption that the poon capitalist is 'buying' a certain form of labour. And since the average hooker tends to cost more than the average jagerbomb, it's at a devaluation of what the labour is worth. Since this argument's based on a laborious poon analogy, though, now I have mental image of Marx with a bad 80s porn moustache. (Like Marx's normal moustache, only a bit greasier and more luxurious).
I am not in Melbourne. Am I missing out?
It's scary, but I could grow a filthy porn mo'. I never will, because the thought frightens me. That kind of power must be locked away. Besides, the last time I auditioned for porn they all laughed at me and told me to come back when I knew what sex was. What is sex? =(
Picture sounds too difficult. I look exactly like you, so that should help with visualisations...
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