For well you know that its a fool who plays it cool

It irritates me that the religious crazes have done a carbon copy of the design/format of the Atheist but campaign logo.  Only this time, instead of saying “there probably isn’t a God” they say “there DEFINITELY is a God etc.”  It’s not the fact that they carbon copied someone else’s idea that fucks me off, it’s the fact that they have been allowed to say “definitely” were as the atheists were only allowed to say “probably.”  This really fucks me off.  

There’s this little thing called science that gives the atheist lobby quite the leg to stand on when the imaginary man in the sky debate is brought up for the gazillionth time.  I would like to think it’s all the actions/ death throws of a dying beast but I think it will be a number of years before we can see this in a conclusive fashion.  Blatantly Christianity will be the first to go.  It’s the most ridiculous.  Don’t get me wrong, I love a good story but the bible is not a good story.  It’s just bloody boring.

Oh dear, dear Freud:

“The idea of God was not a lie but a device of the unconscious which needed to be decoded by psychology. A personal god was nothing more than an exalted father-figure: desire for such a deity sprang from infantile yearnings for a powerful, protective father, for justice and fairness and for life to go on forever. God is simply a projection of these desires, feared and worshipped by human beings out of an abiding sense of helplessness. Religion belonged to the infancy of the human race; it had been a necessary stage in the transition from childhood to maturity. It had promoted ethical values which were essential to society. Now that humanity had come of age, however, it should be left behind.” A History of God

to have a mouth like that should be a felony

So I buy some low fat bars to blatantly not eat something overtly fattening. Only then do I find that they are actually so delicious that I can’t even eat one, or two, or three, or four… There are five in a packet. I don’t think I’m ever going to get anorexia. *Sigh* It’s also doubly disheartening to pig out on something and not have impacted your daily calorie in take because the thing you binged on is so low fat. *Sigh*

In lol news it took three community support officers (in Camden today) to chase a guy that was jogging away from them. Wow. Is it any wonder they don’t get paid… I never saw if they ever caught him or not. He jogged away from them over the horizon…

Someone I severed all contact with a few months back for numerous reasons the other day decided to engage in chit chat with my friends whilst I was there for no other reason than to be a cock. I don’t really get it. It did however make me realize how wonderful it’s been not having them in my life for a number of months. It’s amazing what an irritating face/voice can do to in terms of confirming that a decision was correct. Once more *sigh.* Alienating a couple of people, well that’s life. But when it’s everyone in a circle, wow, that deserves an award. It should warrant some soul searching at least. One would think.

In happier news, Gym Class heroes! I’ve always had their songs in my itunes and never really listened to them. My bad. Awesome.

Further happy news, I booked my ticket to America via Canada for the summer. Good times.

all of our moves make up for the silence

So, Friday night was Fall out boy night.  Yes this is embarrassing.  I know that little kids who probably like the Jonas Brother listen to Fall out boy but I just can’t help but like them.  So they aren’t a band for the rock snobs and genre purists, but they are catchy.  That said, I don’t tend to overly broadcast the fact that I’m (a rather large) fan.  

I don’t however feel like this ‘person’:

There is only one | Reviewer: Lily | 5/24/2008
“There is only one band that could write a song as great as Of All The Gin Joints In The World, and that would be Fall Out Boy. Pete really outdid himself when he wrote this song, it is just so catchy. And since Patrick is one of the best singers I will ever hear in my life, you just can’t help but sing along. I love this song, it’s amazing, the lyrics are phenomenal. It is my third most listened to song on my iPod. Anyone who has something against Fall Out Boy and their songs is just…ICK!!!”

For the love of Satan!  They are not the best singers, songwriters, musicians.  They are good, on occasion very good.  They should not however be exalted to too high a level.  Clearly Lily you are 13.  I’m not going to bother to give you a list of bands/singers you should check out if you think Fall out boy are THESHIT.

That said Pete is fucking hot.

It’s funny how in England English bands always seem to get more credit.  English bands in the US have this strange noevelty OHMYGODSTHEIRENGLISHJIZZJIZZ factor, but when the American band is in England it’s more a case of kbye.  

It’s like teaching Granny to suck eggs though really isn’t it.  What musical genres did America give us that they almost invented by themselves… Country, RnB, Rap…  Wow, thanks, I’ll put them over there with my other unwanted Christmas presents. 

*DUCKS*

(it’s called doing it for comedy value, I don’t want a Ramones/Punk lecture, I do however disagree with that, 1977 innit.)

I don’t want to be buried in a pet cemetery

Yesterday I went for a day out with my friend to Highgate cemetery.  Yes I know that is strange.  We went to the East Cemetery which has that abhorrent man Karl Marx in it, and much loved Douglas Adams, though we couldn’t find the latter.  The West cemetery with LOTS of cool stuff is only accessible via tour and £5.  I thought it was bad enough we had to pay £3 for the East side.  We argued the toss about why we had to pay to get into a grave yard. “What if we have relatives here?”  We didn’t get in but confused the woman enough for her to only charge us £1.50 each.  I suppose a fair compromise.

Highgate gate cemetery is, afterall, on all of the “London for free” websites.

Honestly, it was A LOT of fun and great for photos, HOWEVER.

“<insert name> went to sleep <insert date>”

“<insert name> went home <insert date>”

Seriously.

No they didn’t.

They died.  D I E D.  

Dead, popped their cloggs, got snuffed out, punched out, finshed their innings, clocked off, passed away.  Whatever you want to call it, but they did NOT GO TO SLEEP.

But that aside, here is a selection of my favourite finds of the day:

FAIL:

 

The stereotypes of life followed them into death:

 

Anatomical:

 

It begs the question, HOW CAN I become the chief executive of a colony.  IDOL.

 

Pint of Bitter please Love:

 

What a corker:

 

Descriptive:

An articulation

in bullet point form of why today was good and bad.  It is the curse of Thursday.

• The bus was late.
• Waiting on the platform for the tube the guy in front of me decided to be polite and let people on.  Because of this I had to wait for the next train.
• Someone got on said tube with crutches and put it on my foot.
• Followed by a bitch faced woman who threw a heavy case onto my foot.
• I scowled and she looked at me like it was a perfectly normal thing to do.
• I shoved her case out the door at the next stop (Liverpool Street) she went out to get it and the doors closed leaving her behind.  WIN.
• SOAS computer crash.
• None of my books are in the library.
• Some terrible Turks tried to steal my phone in Burger King but luckily failed.
• The Bus wouldn’t let me off at my stop.
• So I had to rugby tackle my way through Oxford Circus.
• The above is a literal description not a metaphor.
• Someone in a wheelchair queue jumped me in Borders.
• What the fuck.