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HEY all quick update the blogs are moving house,well more like part sharing as ill still chuck them on here. but yer check out the new site, there's more to do like music and ill put some drawings and stuff up at some point . thanks byeeeeee.
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Sunday, 8 February 2009
Sunday, 1 February 2009
Workaphile
So I'm a workaphile , that's right i touch work in inappropriate places. no of course not , i just hate work and see no point why our lives , of which we only have one of , should be crammed full of deadlines and essays , paperwork and deliverable, statements and dissertations. Tis shittig. People are so preoccupied by "doing there work" And this stops fun happening. That's bad. now i shall discuss different types of work, read onward mac duff.
Institutionalised education wank
one thing i have always said about The dreaded Gcses , A levels and all that shit is that i don't see Oscar Wilde proudly parading around his Sat's grades, or Mr Bob Dylan weeping cause he didn't get a c in gcse maths. these people made it to the top without the use of a levels or any other nonsense . And we can too. I mean for fucks sake we spent about a decade working towards my year 9 sats (which we were told would separate the retards from the slightly less retarded) . I remember crying over these bastards , contemplating self harm because i didn't know were to put a comma. And then they fucking forgot about them. then a year later . we were all pushed into the proverbial Nazi shower room of the GCSE. no one asked me if i wanted to spend hours of my life Writing bullshit about a drawing of a leaf. we had no choice, one kid i know had secured a 45,000 a year job , a book deal and film based on that book with 30% of the box office take . that kid had to the turn that offer down because Mr GCSE came a knocking on his door and dragged him kicking and screaming into the street of school. But then it all ended. the sun came out of the shadows , the plants gave way to the ice that had encased them . WE WERE FRE....oh shit A Levels. Not even a year later we all lined up once more for these fucking ridiculous onslaught of exams. This period of time also seems to render parents incapable of saying anything other than .
"we just want you to have options "
yer well i got an option for society , FUCK YOU.
Lovely Employment
I'm a fan of this wonderful system ,at least you get paid to do work, However some bastards get paid to be in college , due the completely inhuman EMA system, now i don't want to come across judgemental, but poor people. I have never wished my parents were divorced more than wen i found out i didn't qualify for robin hood system of dispersal. anyway were was i ... oh yer employment. so when i was 14 ,i was fired from my first job as a marketing executive in hamstead. no i was a paperboy, i was SO unmotivated to deliver papers that i got sacked from the easiest job in the world, my problem was i kept wondering what was wrong with walked for 2 minutes to go and buy your own paper, instead of having a pneumonia stricken ,pre-pubescent child give it too you personally, the legends i respect are those men who are like 50 and still doing a paper round, god bless them they keep the world spinning they do.
Retirement (deaths waiting room)
effectively retirement is the most intense form of work , not because u need qualifications or money, but because your just working to stay alive really. you write essays so u don't forget how to write , or so you don't get a senile phobia of paper and start using your own Shit as ink.
there we good friends ,all the trials and tribulations of life , in one glossy ,delicious sugar based blog. When you next encounter a piece of work some square tells you to do, don't conform to their plan. tell them to fuck of , get out your guitar and begin to sing Dylan's words . then you might just find the meaning of life.
fin'e
Institutionalised education wank
one thing i have always said about The dreaded Gcses , A levels and all that shit is that i don't see Oscar Wilde proudly parading around his Sat's grades, or Mr Bob Dylan weeping cause he didn't get a c in gcse maths. these people made it to the top without the use of a levels or any other nonsense . And we can too. I mean for fucks sake we spent about a decade working towards my year 9 sats (which we were told would separate the retards from the slightly less retarded) . I remember crying over these bastards , contemplating self harm because i didn't know were to put a comma. And then they fucking forgot about them. then a year later . we were all pushed into the proverbial Nazi shower room of the GCSE. no one asked me if i wanted to spend hours of my life Writing bullshit about a drawing of a leaf. we had no choice, one kid i know had secured a 45,000 a year job , a book deal and film based on that book with 30% of the box office take . that kid had to the turn that offer down because Mr GCSE came a knocking on his door and dragged him kicking and screaming into the street of school. But then it all ended. the sun came out of the shadows , the plants gave way to the ice that had encased them . WE WERE FRE....oh shit A Levels. Not even a year later we all lined up once more for these fucking ridiculous onslaught of exams. This period of time also seems to render parents incapable of saying anything other than .
"we just want you to have options "
yer well i got an option for society , FUCK YOU.
Lovely Employment
I'm a fan of this wonderful system ,at least you get paid to do work, However some bastards get paid to be in college , due the completely inhuman EMA system, now i don't want to come across judgemental, but poor people. I have never wished my parents were divorced more than wen i found out i didn't qualify for robin hood system of dispersal. anyway were was i ... oh yer employment. so when i was 14 ,i was fired from my first job as a marketing executive in hamstead. no i was a paperboy, i was SO unmotivated to deliver papers that i got sacked from the easiest job in the world, my problem was i kept wondering what was wrong with walked for 2 minutes to go and buy your own paper, instead of having a pneumonia stricken ,pre-pubescent child give it too you personally, the legends i respect are those men who are like 50 and still doing a paper round, god bless them they keep the world spinning they do.
Retirement (deaths waiting room)
effectively retirement is the most intense form of work , not because u need qualifications or money, but because your just working to stay alive really. you write essays so u don't forget how to write , or so you don't get a senile phobia of paper and start using your own Shit as ink.
there we good friends ,all the trials and tribulations of life , in one glossy ,delicious sugar based blog. When you next encounter a piece of work some square tells you to do, don't conform to their plan. tell them to fuck of , get out your guitar and begin to sing Dylan's words . then you might just find the meaning of life.
fin'e
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