I can't (read: won't) say much about it, but my new job "cleaning the internet" (not content, just dodgy domains) had an unassailable lead for best job ever...until they blocked the good parts. I do love the mandatory eating of breakfast as the first order of business though.
Uni's back; and so it would seem, my wit.
Shai and Crushtor have a smoko
Me: You see that chick over there? With the beret?
Shai: Which one?
Me: The one that looks like she's an extra in a Godard movie.
Shai: Yeah.
Me: Arts student?
Shai: Absolutely.
Me: Let's test it out. Just casually name drop a critical theorist and see if she looks over at us.
Shai: Lacan.
Me: Foucault.
Shai: Did she look?
Me: She totally glanced up! Let's try it again!
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Soup and such
Nermal: I can't believe you downloaded 200GB worth of TV shows, Damith.
Damith: Why not, if the Uni doesn't block it, I'll download it.
Me: Why bother Damith, all American TV shows fall into one of two categories: Shows about Lawyers or Doctors doing ordinary stuff; or, shows about ordinary people with some kind of hidden talent, superpower or one of them being placed in an extreme situation.
Shai: My god, you're right.
Me: Think about it. Law and Order, Grey's Anatomy, Boston Legal. Shows about professionals that are just doing their jobs. Reaper, Chuck and Breaking Bad? Shows about guys on minimum wage with special powers and/or put in weird situations.
Damith: What about House?
Me: Well, House is just shit.
I really should write up my Cannibal Corpse interview.
5 comments:
Ah, elitism. How wonderful.
Stop getting your jollies off judging arts students (or any other perceived category) and be less bitter and smile more in life.
Maybe I am happy, did you ever think of that? Maybe your definition of happiness isn't the one everyone else subscribes to? Does that not make you elitist?
Zam.
Obviously, when it comes to a subjective concept such as happiness, of course my "definition" won't reflect others. Understanding this, I hope, proves I am no more elitist than anyone else.
Well: are you happy? You're right, rather than labelling, I will ask: are you happy?
(That zam hurt my feelings... it was like, you wanted to hurt me by proving me wrong)
Sometimes I feel that way, sometimes I don't. Its just how I am.
I didn't want to hurt your feelings, but I am tired of being told I'm not happy or bitter or whatever.
And I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I'm tired of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!
SNAP!
(Ok, I'll stop that. Can I accuse you of being other emotions? For shits and giggles?)
You, sir, are excited!
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