Pigs On The Wing

Swine-ness is among us. In a big way. Yeah yeah, you might be thinking old news but hey!, if it wasn’t for old news Larry King wouldn’t be so popular now would he?

So yes, to the point. STOP fussing. I mean seriously, the many precautions and general anal-ness of the whole affair is quite sickening. More people die from the ‘common’ flu that the swiney variety, but just because its this confounded new-fangled flu its got us all on the edge of our seats. Even at Uni, EVERY SINGLE soul that dare set foot on campus must have their temperature scanned by a very bored looking lady. A lady whose sole purpose is to sit the whole day at the gate with her temperature ray gun thing, point it at peoples foreheads and nod. The occasional mask is handed out to those who she deems “worthy” but apart from that quite the mundane existence.

Oh, and lest we forget we have those blessed with the mental capacity of a peanut who wear these masks then hand it to their equally uninitiated friends and quip “heh heh dude…check this out..tis farney” The afore mentioned friend then dons the mask in the name of humor and behold!, mini-piggy germs jump ship. (Or at least that's how it looks in my head). Hygiene is not exactly their strong point.

Just yet another mindless rant I guess.

Time Is Running Out

Silent Scream

Saturday:

Come home after Nandos lunch and watching ‘District 9’ sit down to do Business stats assignment. Damn mainstream concert, turn up Metallica till my door trembles. Work till 2am. Order McDonalds. Watch ‘Whose line – scenes from a hat’. Laugh. work till 4. sleep

Sunday

Wake up at 10. Shower. Down 2 Mugs of coffee. Work till 12. Pack up, go to uni to meet peers and work. Go home at 4 to work some more. Have ‘Linner’ while watching more whose line at 7. Laugh. Back to work till 12 something. Get up and air-bass to Offspring, Tool, RHCP, and Metallica. Back to work from 1 something to 4.30. Sleep

Monday

Wake up at 8 to resume assignments. Skip my lecture to work on my assignment. Work with frenzy till 12. Marketing DONE - 800 words. Shower, power walk to uni. Triumphantly hand in assignment with 7 minutes to spare. Bump in to tutor, discuss assignment

I HAD DONE THE WRONG DAMN ASSIGNMENT. THE DAMN ASSIGNMENTS ON BLACKBOARD WERE NOT UPDATED I WAS EXPECTED TO DO THE ONE ON THE NETWORK DRIVE IN UNI. 800 WORDS FOR NO DAMN REASON.

Vocabulary to put a rapper with Tourette’s syndrome on speed to shame ensues.

Calms down. Goes to lab to work on Statistics assignment. 4.15pm and 1050 words DONE. Hand it in. Walk home with just enough rain to dampen the laptop in my backpack.

Curse.     Blog.

Back to work.

Stain of Mind

What has happened to the world of intelligent lyrics? why is it that today we are forcibly subjected to a world of mediocrity in the music industry? Gone are the songs which left us with something to think about. The songs which spoke of more than relationships and love.

I mean how pathetic is it that all of today's mainstream lyrics have the intellectual depth of a puddle. I was YouTube-ing the other day and checking out some Rush songs and one comment that struck a chord was “Rush makes me think and I hate that!”. Awesome is it not? What have we sunk to? And the majority of today's songs have nothing more to speak of but sex, women and money.

What strikes me as most ironic is that in an age where women are said to be treated with equality and respect, a majority of these songs reduce women to nothing more than a vessel to sate materialistic tendencies. AND women listen to and enjoy this trash.

A pathetic excuse for music is what it is. Mainstream music.