And this is why I stay away from internet forums

I was reading the on-line version of my local paper today when this story caught my eye. Now while I really don’t care one way or the other as to what happens with this created sperm (the fact that an embryo was donated to create it aside) if as suggested by the article it can lead to greater research into infertility and allow infertile couples to have their own genetic offspring then well and good. What was the main focus of me giggling like an idiot though were the reader’s comments to the story.

Lots of insecure men out there I suppose, I especially like the fact that only men are capable of doing the heavy lifting, that only men are the ones who have advanced science and that on a planet of only women they’d do nothing but bitch about who has the biggest boobs. Of course the god botherers arced up as is to be expected with this sort of thing at least I didn’t see the words ‘abomination’ and ‘tools of the devil’ anywhere, but the story was only just posted about an hour or so ago there is still time for all of that.

‘Sue’ is my favourite though and I’ll quote her well thought out response here for clarity:

Males are the lower part of the human evolutionary scale and they need to evolve faster rather than devlolve (sic) as i (still sic) witness amongst our Aussie men (turning neanderthal, no manners, no class, rough, abusive, violent, aggressive) or we the women will breed them out, we dont (more sic) need them anymore if we can creat (also sic) sperm in th (very sic) lab. Wake up boys, its time to smarten up your act!

I’m very sorry ‘Sue’ that you feel this way, truly I am it must be hard going through life with such an attitude but as a devolved Australian man.. I find it hard to live up to what you have been told is the ideal for you.

Awesome.. I paid for this

Two nights out in 3 days, life is looking up!

Sadly last night seriously sucked and within two minutes of being out I wanted to be home again. Many, many years ago I used to be right into the wrestling – probably when I was about 16. I don’t mind watching it occasionally when it is on TV these days but I hardly follow it. Now my nephew on the other hand follows it like a religion which would be fine if he wasn’t in his 20’s what is even worse is that the majority of his friends follow it with the same fervour as he does.

The wrestling was in town last night here and because I went last year and managed I thought that this year wouldn’t have  been as bad that sitting in a loud, noisy crowd for two hours would be fine. Sadly I was mistaken. I have no idea what set it off I have no idea why I felt so claustrophobic in the crowd but I really wanted out. Unfortunately I couldn’t leave being penned in as it were by screaming, cheering rednecks. Even if I could make it outside I couldn’t go home as I didn’t drive myself so for the bargain basement price of $75 for tickets and $15 for a coke and soggy chips I essentially reminded myself that I hate crowds, hate people and am way too nervous around loud noises.

Yay for me…

Help me out with the mechanics here…

So this evening was spent in the big bad world watching Transformers 2. I’m not reviewing the movie here that’s best done elsewhere by people who think that either a) Michael Bay is a god or b) Michael Bay is a knob. However it seems that an actual story line was required for the movie this time around rather than just lots of big explosions and yes all you little fan boys and girls can start screaming how things didn’t line up with the Transformers canon but hey Bumble Bee is a Camaro and not a Volkswagen so scream all you like. Personally I was happy with the constructicons making an appearance.. but then I’m a closet geek raised on Transformers.

However if you haven’t seen the movie and at least want to not have at least a subtle hint to the plot you might want to stop reading from here on out. For those of you who don’t want to read any further and are still seeking a reason to see this movie, I present the opening shot of Megan Fox in the movie for your viewing pleasure.

Anyways, my question and reason for the title is that if Optimus Prime is a direct decedent of the original ‘Primes’ (that is the first Transformers) I have to ask how do we get little baby Transformers? It’s even more complicated when so far all the Transformers encountered have been masculine. The mind boggles to say the least… or I think about too much shit sometimes!

At least it’s good to know that on Cybertron they are far more advanced than us humans by allowing same sex couples.. so it seems anyway!

And I’m back…

So here I am at the raggedy edge (sorry I’m a Joss Whedon fan) back again to launch myself into the great unknown blogosphere… no idea what to write today. I’m refusing to get caught up in a pop artist’s death, so long and thanks for all the fish I suppose. I do worry now that Weird Al will have no-one to parody these days I just hope the Jackson family allow him to sing at the funeral.

I’ve been absent for far too long, kind of missed blogging, certainly missed writing but thanks to one anonymous reader/commenter I’ve been keeping my hand in at that sort of thing.

So thank you Anonymous.. this blogs for you

It’s that time again…

Dear goat.. I never realised I was this emo.

As you have no doubt guessed by now.. it’s been a long time since this place has been shown any love from me. The bastard sun that I live under is becoming more and more prevalent in my life at the moment and I’m in no mood to constantly fill this place with ‘life sucks’ posts. I have for the most part enjoyed writing here but as of right now I’m afraid that I am going to be selfish and focus on what is important to me.. and that is my health. Perhaps when I feel slightly better about my place in the world I’ll return here for more rantings and observations of the big bad world.

Until such time I wish you and yours all the best for the future.

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(commenting on this blog has been disabled to prevent a million and one viagra adverts flooding the blog)

An upside to the environmental debate

Today was spent doing some shopping and discovering new stores at my local shopping centre one of which funnily enough I bought something in.. yes I know imagine that doing some actual shopping in a shop really big news isn’t it and worth putting up here for your reading pleasure. Bear with me please!

I know how easily distracted that I am by a great many things but rather than actually enjoy my purchase (which I did and do) but I really enjoyed the way it was packaged. No bows or fancy ribbons.. just a plain brown bag. I’m not some tree hugging hippy just so that we are clear here and I’m not praising the fact that this store is getting in early with the plastic bag ban here in Australia but rather the fact that I got all nostalgic about a plain paper bag.

Its the little things really that often make me smile.. and yeah I am that weird.

Its been a lean month…

I realise that I told you all that this blog was going to be closed down for a while as I have a million and one things to sort out within my own life and frankly updating here on a regular basis is sometimes beyond me. However since my ’so long and thanks for all the fish’ post of the other week I’ve had time to take stock of why I got into blogging in the first place. It isn’t as if I lead a fun filled life that requires me to be so egotistical that all the faceless masses of the internerd know how bad they have it because they aren’t me. I’m sure if you do read through my posting history it’s pretty dull with very few highlights amongst them.

I do complain a lot on here I know and I don’t apologise for that but given my situation and very few family or friends who understand what kind of special fun thoughts and memories I live with at times I need to vent. For the most part I really am happy and I am sorry that it doesn’t show up here more often but honestly despite my shrink telling me what kind of victory a conversation with a complete stranger is for me – I fail to see the victory when others manage that everyday of their lives. It isn’t as if I don’t appreciate the changes between what I was and what I am, it is nice to step out my front door without thinking the world is filled with nasty scary people and I’m sure they exist out there.. just that now I am aware my next door neighbour isn’t one them (though if she continues to play Neil Diamond that thought may change) so there is little to be anxious about any more. However I still am anxious and I still have my bad days under a black sun.

Until those days cease to be I’ll write here. I owe it to myself and more importantly to at least one of my readers.