Sunday, October 18, 2009

Late night buttered popcorn ceasar salad of arms.

If i had to pick two things in this world that i was most powerless when faced with, it would be promo and chips. Promo is great because everybody wins. I get free shit, you get to advertise and i get free shit. Chips are great because they are always tasty, come in a wide variety of flavours and cuts and they hold that irresistible quality that blurs the line between a full blown snack or an extremely cheap meal. In separate forms both of these entities are more than capable of holding my attention and when combined there's little i wouldn't do, or few people i wouldn't kill to get to them.

Therefore, you could imagine my delight when i stumbled into IGA this morning and my half awake gaze was directed to yet another Smith's collaborative project. Ahh, good old Smith's. We've been together a long time and as insane as it sounds you're one of the only things in my life that has been both constant and completely awesome, aside from myself. Free Tazo's, the Full Monty, the unsuccesful yet always exciting 'Gourmet Projects', Vegemite flavour, packaging updates and movie promos. There's little else Smith's could do to claim complete monopoly over the potato chip industry and no company before or after them will ever do it with so much flair.

Which brings me to the 'Do us a flavour' promotion. I heard about this a while ago and was tempted to enter had i not been held back by laziness and memory loss. The concept is far from fresh and is basically another 'design your own flavour' competition, allowing those of us that don't work in the potato chip industry to essentially design our own flavours. The winner of the flavour fight will not only come out with a cool $30,000 but also a 1% stake in the sales of their flavour. 1%? You're too kind Smith's. The only difference between Smith's version and past attempts by other large snack food conglomerates is that Smith's actually followed through with it. So many times i've heard about these types of competitions and then months will pass and nobody will ever see a resulting new flavour designed by a member of the general public. It's like these companies think that nobody will notice a few months after the inital advertisement and the people that did enter will just assume that someone else won the competition. Way to play on our ignorance, successful snack food board of advertising.

With Smith's keeping their word and actually delivering on the outcome of their competition, four new flavours have emerged from four different contestants. With four different contestants from four different walks of life comes a chance for Smith's to be as politically correct as a large company can be and for the most part, they've done a pretty spot on job with that. Here's a quick run down of those contestants.

Steve:


Weapon of Choice: Buttered Popcorn.
Mood Colour: Hearty casual yellow.

Steve is your typical middle-aged aussie bloke, not afraid to rock a beard but also not afraid to keep it in check. Steve enjoys hanging out with his two daughters with a movie and some popcorn, hence his obvious decision to combine chips and popcorn. I foresee Steve having a pretty big advantage with the hard-working, movie watching percentage of Aussie blokes.

Vinnie


Weapon of Choice: BBQ coat of arms.
Mood Colour: Zany soft red.

Vinnie is your typical young aussie bloke. Judging by his picture, he's a little crazy, but happy at the same time. Vinnie's girlfriend is a vegan, so he thought he'd stick it to her with a smokey, traditional and carnivorous defiance of her lifestyle choices. Vinnie is a bit of a wild card entry, his concoction seems to be more of a play on Australian iconography than a new flavour. However, Aussie Blokes love barbecues so it could really go either way!

Aline

Bold

Weapon of Choice: Ceasar Salad.
Mood Colour: Empowerment Forrest green.

Being a 'yummy mummy' is a full time job, so everyone at Smith's was delighted when Aline found the time to create her zesty little number for the judges. Combining something i hate (salad) with something i love (chips) is definitely a bold move, but Aline could definitely pull in some votes from the men and the women for being a bit of a stunner and the only woman in the competition.

Lucas


Weapon of Choice: Late night kebab.
Mood colour: Comfortable cool purple.

Lucas is your typical young Aussie bloke. As you can see, he's a bit of a party animal and appreciates a solid kebab at the end of the night as much as he does the touch of a typical young Aussie woman. Late night kebabs tend to taste better than kebabs of any other time frame and we can only hope that Lucas' creation doesn't suffer the same fate as most late night kebabs (vomit)!

So you've got your four contestants and as a collective they're looking pretty diverse yet essentially all the same at the same time. Where you'd probably be mislead though, is in thinking that any of these four people (or the manufacturers of the chips for that matter) are capable of designing an edible Smith's potato chip. I was so excited about this competition when i first saw the promotional Smith's stall, standing there like it didn't mind being away from all the other chips because it knew it was more than capable of holding it down in front of the frozen party pies section, or anywhere in the market for that matter. I did a little Michael Jackson crotch grab to thriller pose routine inside the supermarket and everyone started clapping, then i snatched all four flavours and skipped to the counter whistling the theme song from the Sound of Music. I was whistling so hard that you could actually see the notes as they left my mouth. The notes then floated up to the heavens and burst like little musical bubbles. A trail of magic anticipation dust followed me all the way home. The dust and the notes instantly faded when i tasted Steve's buttered popcorn. Which brings me to the most important part of this post. The important part.

Steve's Buttered Popcorn.

Smells like: Buttered popcorn with a hint of being left out in the sun.

Tastes like: Gag reflex. I'm not even joking. I have no idea how they managed to mess up the most promising flavour but it's like the butter they used had been saturated in butter and then injected with more butter prior to being cooked. I can only imagine how hard it is to imitate the taste of corn. It tasted like disappointment.

How they could have made it better: Less butter. I wouldn't have minded if it tasted more like salt than butter because salt is an essential part of the Smith's regime and is therefore capable of saving any flavour, no matter how unnatural it tastes.

Would i eat it again? Most certainly not. One glance at the off yellow packaging the morning after had me running to the bathroom like i was in the early stages of pregnancy.

Vinnies BBQ Coat of Arms.


Smells Like: Lay's Texas BBQ but not as overwhelmingly awesome.

Tastes Like: A lack of effort. I think Smith's forgot that the packaging isn't edible and that the time allocated to the design of the logo for this idea would have been much better spent on creating an authentic tasting Australian barbecue chip. I tried to eat the logo and it tasted worse than Vinnie's BBQ but better than Steve's popcorn.

How they could have made it better: Three words. Tomato Fucking Sauce. It's so simple. Atomic Tomato or Heinz Tomato sauce flavoured chips will forever be remembered as two golden eras in snack food history. It might not be original, but all you had to do was sneak some of Australia's favourite condiment in amongst whatever else you guys jammed in there and the chip would have been more than edible and a formidable entrant in this competition.

Would i eat it again? Possibly. Like, if it was on the table at a friend's house and they had ignored my requests for different flavours or if nobody else had brought Salt 'n' Vinegar then yeah, i'd have a couple and complain about it.

Aline's Caesar Salad

Smells like: Herbs. But not real ones.

Tastes Like: Herbs. Something you'd offer a vegetarian at a movie night. Having said that though, the flavour did contain traces of another famous chip and a personal favourite of mine, Thins 'Light n Tangy'. It is this similarity that convinced me not to immediately hate Aline's flavour. A good summer chip should your local supermarket run out of Thins 'Light n Tangy'.

How they could have made it better: I can't help but wonder if this flavour was born to be on a thin sliced crisp as opposed to a crinkle cut. This is the kind of flavour you want to jump out at you but unfortunately the deep crevasses of the crinkle cut chip acted as bunkers for the spicy ingredients to hide in. My taste-buds were the rescue squad, but the herbs were too content to just perish in anonymity amongst the shade of their salty barriers.

Would i eat it again?
Yes. But only on a thin sliced crisp. Maybe again on a crinkle cut for the same reason i'd eat one of Vinnies BBQ chips.

Lucas's Late Night Kebab.

Smells like: Body odour, onions, uncertainty.

Tastes like: Actually pretty good. Despite it's shortcomings in the initial scent department, Lucas has come up with a pretty accessible flavour. I'm going to put this down to the ridiculous amount of different ingredients that have gone into the production of this chip and not the quest for an authentic tasting late night kebab. I call it the 'Full Monty' syndrome. Jam as many flavours into one thing as possible and you're bound to get it right eventually or simply confuse your customers to the point of admitting defeat. Had this chip actually tasted like a late night kebab i wouldn't have reviewed it, kebab stands repulse me. They're like a central hub for all the worst characteristics of mankind to gather together and eat something that, much like themselves, is going to fall apart within a matter of minutes. Of course, i'm basing this on kebab stands at night, i've never felt the need for a kebab during the day.

How they could have made it better: Name change. Lucas should have swapped names with Steve and called it Steve's Souvlaki or something. As previously mentioned, late night kebabs don't really conjure up images of great taste and family fun.

Would i eat it again? Probably. Not sure really. Maybe.

And the winner? Well, it's like picking your favourite mental illness isn't it. No matter which one you pick, it's still not cool. Unfortunately for Smith's the idea of letting a bunch of anons create their dream chip has ended in four mediocre flavours that are probably going to get pulled within a matter of weeks, not unlike the Mother energy drinks before it or Vegemite's edgy new name proposition, i personally see this particular marketing campaign as a strike on Smith's otherwise impeccable reputation. I'm going to let Aline have this one, but only because her chip reminded me of another product of much better quality and somehow confused my taste-buds into thinking it was better than it was.

Overall though, the real winner is me. This post marks the first time i was ever able to go into a supermarket and cop every flavour of a single product at the same time and not feel bad about it. I can only imagine how great i looked to the checkout operators.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Gheyfever

They say that one sneeze equates to 1/10th of an orgasm. If this is the case i should have had at least two full orgasms yesterday and a little just-over-half-orgasm at the end of the day.
So how come i sneezed 26 times yesterday and didn't even get a boner? Not even a tingle? If the above calculation had any truth, anyone with hayfever would just stay at home all day eating lawnmower clippings and rolling around in cats. Instead, i walked around all day spraying inanimate objects and people with the contents of my nasal passage whilst simultaneously sniffling like a crack addict, rubbing my already swollen eyes and stumbling into the very inanimate objects that i was sneezing all over, which is great because not only did i have to control the mucous flowing from my nose, mouth and eyes, but also had to dodge new patches of mucous that i was in fact creating myself. I wanted to die, which isn't an orgasm. In fact, the only time i've ever reached climax as a result of continuous sneezing was that time it didn't happen, which technically means that it didn't happen.

People that don't have hayfever are always mega sympathetic to those of us that get it, but in my eyes their claims of worry and concern are completely unwarranted because they have no concept of how fucking shit hayfever actually is. Or you get those people that see you sneezing and are all like "Woah! You're gonna have an orgasm if you keep going that way!".

How about, let's say, i sneeze in your mouth?

You'll never understand our pain. We have the flu, a cold, allergies, unattractiveness, pink eye, overactive sweat gland syndrome and depression all at once and the best you can muster up is something about orgasms because you think laughter is the best medicine or that hayfever is 'cute'. Trust me, if i could transfer this feeling over to you, i would.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

We're advertising like this now?

I was driving down Stirling Highway this morning and was keeping myself occupied by admiring the always engaging and intelligent billboard advertisements located at regular intervals on this heavily populated thoroughfare. Really mindblowing stuff you know, like pictures of expensive cars in driveways with pricetags and the ever failsafe family picnic scene advertising something that has nothing to do with family picnics, like washing detergent, which if you think about it is the polar opposite to a family picnic because dishwashing liquid is associated with eating at home and during a family picnic, you aren't eating at home. Fuck you.

As i was bludgeoned with campaigns and the latest mass marketing propaganda during my trip, there was one particular advertisement that hit me a little harder than the others. It was an RAC commercial on a big yellow billboard and black lettering. The black lettering formed a quote that read something like this.

"RAC handled my claim so quickly, i sent them a card"
(RAC customer)

I was doing about 200 km/h so forgive me if i didn't get it exactly right, but this was definitely the general jist of the advertisement. RAC's latest advertising campaign is quotes. The same RAC that has been the backbone of Western Australia's automotive tactical response group and has helped hundreds of thousands of idiots get back on the road. Now they're doing quotes, which basically puts them in the same league as penis enlargement, power tools and home gyms.

"Woah, my dick is like 300 inches now! I can't even have sex anymore! Who cares, i'm massive!"
(Someone, somewhere)

"This drill pisses all over my last drill! No really, check out this setting! PSSSSSSHHHHHH!"
(A guy at a place)

"Thanks to this home gym, my dick is like 300 inches now! I can't even have sex anymore! Who cares, i'm massive!"
(A man, America)

Etc. Etc.

I wouldn't be as offended if the quote was actually true, which it might be, but that's beside the case. Who actually says stuff like that? Where was this quote obtained, and who from? If i heard someone say that, i would publicly accuse them of being a robot. I mean, they don't even give a name. It just says something about that person being a customer, which is infuriating and one of the laziest, most unoriginal forms of advertising i have ever seen from a company with such a stellar reputation. Anyone can make up a quote to promote their company, look:

"This blog.......*sigh*.....This blog has changed my outlook on everything. Five minutes here and I feel cleansed, born again, invincible. A unique smorgasbord of rare truths hidden behind subtle embelishments and new world observation. It's like that Spice Girls song, 'Things will never be the same again', because after this, they won't. It all changes from here on in. Fuck the Spice Girls"
(Someone that read my blog once)

Someone get me a billboard, stat.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

iSlack 2.0

I can't believe people still visit this blog. It's so lame. Some anon was asking me to describe my blog to them the other day and just after i made them aware of the social faux-pas that is speaking of internet-related activities in the real world, i went on to explain that it is a blank page with pictures of carparks and a bunch of viral youtube clips with no feedback from my readers. It may very well be the least updated blog in history that still gets updated and even i have stopped visiting it for my daily dose of perfect.

I remember back when i started this thing. The concept was still fresh and i was constantly in the mindset that everything i did needed to be recorded, drafted and documented on this blogger address. Everything from STAT tests and free big macs to Gears of War 2, Gametraders and coughing, there was little that could stop me from leaving the house, doing something and then going back to the house and writing about whatever it was i had done. The internetz was my oyster and it felt like a new era for being an online journal fag. Unfortunately, even the most awesome of dynasties aren't immune to change.

Enter Twitter.

A while back i was going through my emails and one Julian Cole appeared in my received column(||). Julian had magically stumbled upon my blog during it's wonder years and was amazed that i wasn't utilizing RSS feed and that new social networking site that allows you to send mass 140 character messages to people of interest and receive responses of the same nature from said people. I did some research on RSS and fell into a coma whilst doing so. It was totally boring and difficult for me to set up and when i woke up two weeks later i decided to check out this other form of communication he was talking about, known only to me as 'Twitter' (it's still known as that). I was young, foolish and desperate for hits, so i decided to try it out without even thinking twice about it.

For those of you that think it's trendy to stay 'out of the loop' or 'away from social networking devils', Twitter is basically Facebook on a cocaine binge. It's slim, fast, on slimfast and only responds in quick short bursts should you manage to catch it's attention. No top friends lists, no priorities, just good old social networking stripped back to it's bare essentials.

Here's how it works:

- Your contacts are divided into two sectors. 'Followers', who are the people following your 'tweets' and 'Following', the people whose tweets you have subscribed to. It's all very cult like at this point in time.

- Here's where it gets crazy. Any tweets you produce are instantly seen by anyone that is following you. They appear on your timeline visible to others but not visible on the public timelines of others. This means, anyone that you are following who is not following you back will not see your tweets unless you @mention them. An @mention to someone that is not following you is generally a reach for attention from someone that didn't find it necessary to follow you, possibly because you are unimportant. Your @mentions to people not following you are on display on your timeline for anyone that is following you but the response is not. Well, that is until you use the 'RT' (retweet) function which is basically a copy and paste function for people that want to name drop or can't come up with their own tweets. People who consistently retweet are the real life equivalent of that guy that tells you that story about the time he met Chris Mainwaring every time he sees you, either because he is oblivious to the fact that you already know it, or he wants you to double know it anyway. Thankfully, i only retweeted once and it was a retweet of one of my own tweets, which is excusable if you're me.

- Excited yet? Thought not. So once you know who's following you and you're following the inane observations of a bunch of celebrities who tend to make 139 character mistakes within every 140 character tweet, you're ready to start tweeting. What do you tweet about? How does everything sound? Subjects on Twitter are only limited by the imagination of it's users and during my stay there i was made privy to important matters such as maintaining erections through Indian mail order drugs and the bowel movements of pretty much every rapper in the northern hemisphere. It's like a mobile compendium of the most important information you never thought you needed, but could have easily lived without.

- Sometimes people argue that Twitter is not just a fad application for people that want to be one step closer to living their entire existence on the internet, but also an extremely valuable marketing tool for new companies that want to appeal to the tech-savvy youth of today. I couldn't agree more, Twitter is definitely a great marketing tool, a great marketing tool for WHAT I HAD FOR LUNCH!


What i had for lunch, it's what's for lunch (click to enlarge).

- The only other useful aspect of twitter is it's wildfire spam argument potential. This is when you @mention someone in a negative tone, they retweet their @mention to one of their @homies and suddenly you've reached out to twenty times more people then you'd initally hoped.

@Wacksauce - Man, @Mary is such a fucking bitch.
The seed is planted.

@Mary - Hey! @Dave did you see what that @Wacksauce said about me? I don't even know him!
The spark.

@Dave - RT @Wacksauce - Man, @Mary is such a fucking bitch......What an asshole!
The spark evolves into a small blaze.

@Marcus - @Mary and @Dave. Just ignore that guy @Wacksauce, he's spamming you to get followers.
My followers increase dramatically/the blaze turns into a bushfire.

@Wacksauce - Man, @Mary, @Dave and @Marcus are a bunch of spamming bitches.
Gasoline.

@Mary, @Dave, @Marcus - @Wacksauce is a jerk! Don't follow him!
More followers, eternal flame.

There's all sorts of other shit that goes on in the Twitter ecosystem that is just as capable of wasting your time as it's base purpose. Things like #trendingtopics, twitpics and links to external pages with more twitter links on them are just a few of the things that convinced me my life isn't ready for another internet application. If you don't tweet, no-one tweets @you and the purpose is defeated and if you do tweet, you get more @tweets which means more work for results that don't actually count for anything but a few seconds of being sidetracked.

In reality: Labour equals results.

On twitter: Labour equals more labour minus time plus more labour recurring aka completely pointless. So, during my tenure i posted a rather mediocre 716 tweets. Most users that i was following had posted at least triple that between the time i started and my last tweet. However, all of my tweets were incredible and on average, consisted of around 100 characters. That's a total 71,600 characters and a shit load of time i could have spent elsewhere, namely on this very blogger account where my intellectual property generally resides. If you can be bothered doing the math, Twitter is half the reason i haven't been posting here very often. The other half is that i can't be bothered. Twitter was like a leaking tap in between my brain and my fingers causing me to dribble out whatever was on my mind or pissing me off and as a result whenever i sat down to have a good old whine on my blogger launchpad, i had nothing saved up because of Twitter.

It was upon this revelation that i immediately logged onto my twitter account and posted what will forever remain as my last tweet. "Twitter.................#i'm off that". I hash tagged the last three words because they were a trending topic at the time so more people could see it, old habits die hard i guess. To those of you still on Twitter, i wish you nothing but the best. We had some good times and definitely contributed to a-lot of other people's entertainment. I can only hope that you're on Twitter for the right reasons and that it doesn't interrupt the more important things in life, like your blog or a nice television show or something.

Look at it this way. You're with your friend in the city and you see a totally hot babe. Now, you can be the guy that spends 30 seconds on his iPhone telling a bunch of randoms about her or you can be the guy that's already halfway through the queue at McDonald's across the road.

#fucktwitter

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

On time for being late.



This is what happens when being wasted is done properly. Questions such as "is this real life?" and bold observations like "you have four eyes" are the essential actions and reactions one should have at their disposal when under the influence of chemicals you shouldn't normally be under the influence of. No heart attacks, no grinding your teeth down to the gum, just sit in the back seat tripping balls, counting your fingers and occassionally stopping to scream at the hallucinatory images that you don't agree with.

I'd actually start going to music festivals again if everyone in attendance shut their traps and acted like this kid.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

A wooden stake through my patience.

The other night I was having ridiculous amounts of fun watching television as always (my xbox live subscription has run out) and during my travels i decided to check out the shiny jewel of the Australian broadcasting crown that is Channel 99. Who the fuck doesn't want to watch a channel called '99'? No-one, that's who. I don't know who the genius behind the title of this fresh programming venture is, but i'll bet you all the antennas in the world that it was either going to be 'Channel 99' or 'the infinity awesome express', the latter of which wouldn't fit on your average sized programming schedule. It's like, you're at the office watercooler during your lunchbreak and your asshole boss comes and tries to buddy up with you and you're all "so....what'd you do last night?" And he's all, "Oh, i just played a round of golf and then drove my Ferrari home to bone my immaculate European non-english speaking housemaid girlfriend, what about you?" And you're like, "pfft, just a little thing called FOUR HOURS OF CHANNEL 99 INFINTY AWESOME EXPRESS YOU FUCKING RICH SUCCESSFUL MANAGING DIRECTOR. JEALOUS MUCH!? And then he's all, "that sounds, great and all, but you're fired for calling me that" but you don't care because your home is with Channel 99 anyway. Who needs a job when on any given evening the programming is comparable only to that of a Greater Union new release billboard?

So as i was saying, i had my phone switched off, the lights dimmed and a comically sized bowl of Sultana Bran sitting in front of me and i was ready for yet another night of gold class programming, when suddenly i'm greeted with a timeline that looks something like this:

6pm - The Jetsons.

7:30pm - Dharma and Greg: The lost episodes.

8pm - Commercial break.

9pm - Seinfeld: All the ones you haven't seen.

9.30pm - Twilight: The Series.

10pm - Moonshine: Trials of a teen vampire.

10:30pm - True Blood.

11pm - Twiblood.

11:30pm - David Attenborough discovers Transylvania.

12pm - The late news.

1pm - Bram Stoker's Dracula.

I was so mad that i finished my Sultana Bran, watched Seinfeld and the first half of Twilight and then stormed off to bed, my night cut short by Dracumentaries and Rovampic comedies.

Why in god's name are Vampires so hot right now? I know fads, i know crazes and i have a pretty good eye for spotting emerging patterns, but this whole angst-ridden-vampire-tries-to deal-with-human-emotions-whilst-retaining-the-habitual-characteristics-of-a-vampire thing has come so far out of left field that i don't even want to play anymore.

Remember when Vampires weren't ever spoken of because of how mysterious and ruthless they were towards us mere mortals? I remember when i was 8 and i accidentally caught the first half of Bram Stoker's Dracula, it scarred me for life and i'm pretty sure i was so convinced they were real that i ended up sleeping in a church that night. There was always something about their complete disregard for human morals and lust for blood that made them the ultimate nightmare fodder and the best costume for Halloween. In fact, i remember coming home with someone's first born child one Halloween because the parents were so stricken with fear and just wanted me to leave them alone.

Now, instead of this image of death incarnate:

We have these two lovestruck teens and a much more pussy understanding of Vampires:

"When you can live forever, what do you live for?"

Hmm, i don't know? HOW ABOUT YOU FUCKING FLY AROUND AND MURDER PEOPLE AND RESIDE IN A SPOOKY CASTLE LIKE YOUR NO DOUBT DISSAPPOINTED ANCESTRY? Seriously! Vampires aren't meant to go to school and fail chemistry and get boners, they're meant to rip people's faces off, drink their blood and wear capes that i can only dream will one day become socially acceptable to wear in public. There was even a scene in the Twilight movie (i haven't seen it, someone told me) where the main protagonist's skin turns into diamonds through contact to direct sunlight? There's only two entities whose skin should turn into diamonds and that is myself and actual diamonds, not some pale, handsome hairdresser poor excuse for a vampire.

The main reason i'm so upset about this whole scenario is that once again something totally awesome and well respected has been exploited for the entertainment of girls. That's why i play video games, i know that females are way too self-conscious to enjoy something that their polar-opposites also enjoy and the risk of it being destroyed by a poorly scripted movie series or a bunch of t.v. programs is slim to nil.
Rest assured though, if previous supernatural trends are anything to go by this whole vamp craze should die out pretty soon. There's only so many times a teenage girl can play with herself whilst fantasizing about something that doesn't exist before they go back to Zac Efron or the Jonas Brothers or whoever the hell it is you all masturbate to these days.

Remember 'Charmed'? Yeah, me neither.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Apology accepted.

Ever since the dawn of time or at least as far as i can remember, i've never really enjoyed agreeing with people. I feel that life is too easy when everyone's all high-five and in agreeance on everything and i'm constantly in the pursuit of a little intellectual debate or a heated stabbing. If someone says something relating to pop culture or geography or something just as important i'll go out of my way to disagree with them, laying a solid foundation for an exciting exchange of opinions. Sometimes it won't even be your opinion that i'm disagreeing with either, it could just be that the conversation we're having is going suspiciously well and i feel the need to question your outlook on life to save the friendship from going into uncharted territory. I'm that good of a friend, thank me later.

I remember this one time back in year 5, some old guy was standing up the front of the class telling us about how the solar system works and his interesting theory of the Earth's revolution of the sun. The class were all eyes to the front and somewhat spellbound by what this man had to say and to put it bluntly, i didn't like where it was headed. I raised my hand and when prompted i told him that he was wrong. He chuckled and gave me this look like "you're 10 and you don't know what you're talking about". He responded with a confident "oh really? Would you like to explain to the class your opinions on time and space?" Astounded that he would ask me such a question and a little unsure of what my response would be i stated that "it is not the sun that the Earth revolves around, it is your head". The class let out an epic roar of laughter as the teacher in question happened to be sporting a cranium of epic proportions, so he didn't take my theory very lightly. He approached my desk and as he did, i stood up on it to make sure i was at his eye level and wasn't playing any games. Just as he went to either strike me or tell me to get down i punched him in the face with both of my fists so hard that he penetrated the wall at the front of the class and left a perfect planetary shaped hole in doing so. I had proven my point and i think he went on to become a famous astrologist after our little encounter. This just goes to show the immense power of argument. Fact.

Now, during my day off yesterday i did what i always do and jumped through my checklist of must check daily web addresses. Like a-lot of people i know, i possess that special useless quality that causes me to violently convulse if i'm not aware of every news headline from the last 24 hours. Information is power right? From extensive articles on the decay of the Western world to a piece on which flavor ice-cream is most versatile with your summer wardrobe, i have to know it all. Or at least as much as my monolithic brain can handle, which is pretty much all of it.

As i did the rounds i was obviously made aware of the MTV VMA's that were occurring at that very moment as every website i checked had made mention of it somewhere on their page. It wasn't until i checked my twitter that i learned of an apparent Kanye West wrongdoing and the worldwide hate he was receiving as a result. His fans were dissing him with no remorse and artists he had worked with were questioning their professional relationships with him on every community based webpage you know of. I was a little concerned as Kanye West's tendencies to pull spotlight stealing stunts had become as notorious as the award shows he pulled them at, but had always been met with a general consensus of "oh, lol. That's our Kanye!". What did he do that was so unforgivable?

Kanye West / Taylor Swift VMA's clip from joe hollywood on Vimeo.



Oh, that's right. He did that.

I think we can all say that the above footage is extremely unfortunate and a rather large blemish on the career of Kanye West and MTV as a whole. Little Taylor Swift was receiving her first VMA moonman award and in the middle of her acceptance speech the most evil man in the universe stumbled on stage and stole what will no doubt be one of many standout moments in her long and financially beneficial career. It was unfair on young Taylor and i suddenly understood why Kanye would have been crossed off a-lot of people's Christmas card lists this year.
I thought about it for a while and considered boycotting any further music he makes out of respect for Taylor's feelings and i still don't even know what a Taylor Swift is. I mean, that doesn't make any difference to his moral code or his bank balance but it would make me feel better right? I paced around the house for a while, confused as to how i would make my anger felt and it was only when i sat down again and had a browse through everyone else's reactions that my thoughts on the matter began to change.

Contrary to what you may take from my blog or even anything i say in real life, I will never favor one race over any other, whether it be my own or anyone else's. No matter how bad things get and whatever conflicts are waged between whichever countries for whatever reasons, i will never concede to the sometimes prominent mentality that my skin colour grants me access to any more rights than anyone else and i expect the same in return. You can raise any point under the sun but when it comes down to it, if you legitimately feel that you are part of a supreme race or background and act dismissively towards someone because of the colour of their skin, i give you full permission to play 18 holes in a lightning storm.
Which brings me to my next point. I can't stress enough the multiple levels of lame that Mr. West touched on during his interruption of Taylor's acceptance speech. He'd been lurking around the proceedings with a half empty bottle of Hennessy and that combined with his notorious ego and love for all things Beyonce was a guaranteed recipe for disaster. No excuses. The backlash that followed was also expected, but on the same note, the amount of race-driven hate featured throughout this backlash was even less excusable.

I've seen and heard some pretty despicable shit on the internet, but the comments from Kanye's fan base and the general public made me sick and embarrassed to be a part of the human race. Claims that Kanye's tirade was a racist attack littered throughout twitter accounts worldwide, death threats and references to his deceased mother were just some of the things i saw and as much as i hate to take his side, were far more atrocious than what he did or could have done at that award show. Remember when 50 cent did almost the exact same thing to Evanescense at an even more prestigious award ceremony in 2004? Ten minutes later no-one was talking about it.
So is it the constant evolution of the internet and it's accessibility to freedom of speech that's made this whole scenario more visible and offensive, or has this furious racism been laying dormant, waiting for someone like Kanye to slip up so a bunch of ignorant teenage race relations experts can share their wisdom on a public forum and simultaneously humiliate themselves and Mr. West?

The man made a mistake, as we all do. No matter how publicly he made this mistake or how sweet and innocent his victim was, it was a mistake made as a result of who he is and some persuasive outside influences. Once again, i'm not at all condoning his actions but for crying out loud, the fucking President of the United States (whom he has supported since day one) is on his case along with pretty much everyone that has ever bought one of his albums or heard one of his songs. He's apologized the best way he knows how on multiple occasions across all types of media and has admitted that he needs to get some help. For Kanye West to apologize and admit he has a problem does more to convince me that he's legitimately sorry than what a bunch of closet racists can type to convince me that he's as bad as you've all made him out to be. The guy is responsible for some amazing music and like it or not, has provided the backdrop for some pretty memorable moments across the last decade as i can only assume he's done so for the people who are now out for his blood.

As of this post I am officially disagreeing with the general public and it's stance on the Kanye West VMA's incident. Not because of a difference in opinion, but because I'd rather see everyone move on so Mr. West can get back to being that self- obsessed, arrogant mess of a musical genius that we've all come know so well. If not for another decade of good music than for the sake of young Miley Cyrus, who's career would no doubt benefit just as much if you all let it be.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

The top 5 most played out Australian sports montage songs of all time that i can think of right now.

5. 'Thunderstruck' - ACDC
What could be more sports montage worthy than a song about thunder and shit? Need more convincing? How about a song about thunder and shit by an Australian band? Not enough? Look at the above picture! That guy is wearing a shiny early 1900's school uniform! Damn straight you like that, now go out and fight someone/play some football!

4. 'Play' - Moby
Monk chants and haunting keys carry Moby and his sombre number all the way to number 4 on tonight's list. Generally coupled with super slow motion footage of devastated men and dripping sweat, this track doubles as a gay anthem when played at the right volume, at the right venue.

3. 'Working Class Man' - Jimmy Barnes
I've never even heard this song before but i know that the only instruments used in it's production were a rusty barrel full of motor oil, a flathead screwdriver and Jimmy Barnes' hard as nails vocal chords. This song is great for montages due to it's appeal not only to football fans and alcoholics, but also your average Aussie blue-collared, red-blooded male.

2. 'Right Here Right Now' - Fatboy Slim
If you haven't used this for a montage of any kind, you shouldn't be allowed to make montages period. This song features a monumental build-up and gets people so motivated that they will dack themselves and start masturbating on the spot with a complete disregard for whoever is else is present. Not that it matters though, whoever else is present will also be masturbating for the same reason. It's just that powerful.

1. 'Simply the Best' - Tina Turner
Tina Turner wants you to know something. She thinks your great. She thinks your one of a kind and a complete gun at whatever sporting activity it is that you participate in. She thinks your the best and she also feels that there aren't many people, if any, that can reach the same level of skill and aptitude that you are currently displaying. Attach this song to some footage of men high-fiving and slamming goals and you have a recipe for pure champion, ready to slam into the oven of win set to infinity degrees. For thirty seconds you'll be under her spell and conclusively under the impression that you are the best and/or on the football field with the very team you are living your life through. You are Ben Cousins after an eight ball of the finest peruvian angel dust and you are definitely not sitting at home on your favourite couch in between your grandma and an empty box of Dixie Drumsticks.

Now go out there and be good at something you unmotivated shits!

This post was co-produced by facebook friend number #156, Mike V.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Moar.....

So the Blueprint 3 has been pushed forward to tomorrow because Jay-z either wanted to go against the grain or has come to terms with the fact that everyone has his album already, some of us even before he did. Having listened to the album several times over now i can definitely say that while Jay-z can still make good music, he is now incapable of making timeless music. Every song on this album is like every fad i've seen in the last few years. Awesome and entertaining for an hour or so, you'll crack some jokes and make obscene references to it a few times but after that you only get more and more frustrated every time you're faced with it and you slowly begin plotting it's demise with anyone that'll listen to you. If Jay-z is the trend-setting god mc that he makes himself out to be, i can only hope that this isn't the direction he's taking hip-hop.....if that's even the genre that the Blueprint 3 belongs in. Granted, there's some bangers on there, but the whole thing feels like a promotional playground for the main guest appearances (Kid Cudi, Drake, J Cole, Luke Steele, Young Jeezy, Mr. Hudson and Kanye West) and then you've got this Jay-z guy who is like the kindegarten teacher in the background making sure that they all stay in check whilst dropping his two cents in at regular intervals.

A recent release that did impress me however, was 'No Strings Attached', which is the legitimate DVD lovechild of one Josh Roberts and another Chris Yow. NSA is the most recent visual manifestation of Perth's skateboarding collective and was actually due for release back in 1978, but due to various setbacks like laziness and whatever else the producers claimed was hindering their performance, it was only just premiered a few days ago. I'll tell you right now though, the 31 year wait was definitely worth it and myself and everyone at the screening was blown away by the level of friendship, art and expression conveyed in this video. The skateboarding in it was also of the highest quality and featured the capable likes of Nicholas Boserio, Alex Campbell Harry Clark, Barry Mansfield, Mitch Cunningham, Phillip Marshal and Quayde Baker plus a metric plethora of other artistic friends all coming together to share the gift of life and super skate tricks on the steps and the walls. Josh Roberts' filming was super smooth and was on par with watching salmon navigate seamlessly through a fresh spring whilst simultaneously escaping nasty security guards and pebbles whilst Chris Yow's crafty angles and epic stills of all things righteous had me thinking i was sitting in a mausoleum watching a live miracle as opposed to a dilapidated cinema surrounded by juvenile criminals and non-skateboarders. If i was forced to choose a favourite part i'd tell you to fuck off because they all made me equally stoked on where skateboarding in Perth is headed and the only reason someone would ask such a question is to see if their opinion aligns with that of the general public, essentially deleting the purpose of their opinion in the first place, which is probably wrong anyway. Also, please remember that every copy of this DVD sold is a new makeshift church for Chris Yow to construct whilst on his missionary travels this year. All the best Yow, dead serious, not being sarcastic.

Aside from the Blueprint 3 and No Strings Attached there isn't really much else i feel is necessary or interesting enough to divulge over this particular medium. Parklife is coming up though. Are you all getting really pumped and excited for that? Ready for lobbers and fuckheads and fuckheads on lobbers! Wanna get sweated on? Ready to have your bladder explode all over the inside of your stomach as you wait to use a portable shit prison filled with speed diarrhea and clear urine? Fuck yeah! Parklife 09' you fucking assholes!



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