Frozen Hillbilly Eurotrash

A question for certain Stickam shuffle/chatroulette users

2010-03-10T17:02:00.002+02:00

A) You're a woman of any age feeling like making new acquintances, or just doing something to kill some time. You think of having some random stranger w/ webcam fun in one of the websites mentioned in the title of this blurb of brain diarrhea. You start it up, and the first thing you see is a pair of hairy balls and a raging hardon from a random stranger. Usually being heavily stroked, especially after the stranger figures out you are representing the prettier gender.

B) You're a young man. You've had something to drink, perhaps, and are feeling lucky with the ladies tonight. You pull out your cock, go to chatroulette and start wanking.

Does that shit work? If you're a girl reading this(yeah,right, probably ten years after I've died in 2067) is there a chance that you might be turned on by that? If you're the guy mentioned in B) how many users do you have to scroll through before you get to see some action apart from the action you're having in your place, or from an equally horny gay male or a desperate fat chick.

Music suitable for a certain mood

2010-03-05T19:17:00.003+02:00

I'll add these as they pop to my mind. I can't say if they'll pop to my mind regularly or not at all after this post, but whatfuckinever.

Anyhoo. Turns out Burzum(namely Hvis Lyset Tar Oss, Filosofem and the Latest) is ze perfect music when you're feeling sort of blue, but not absolutely down. It may be suitable for other moods as well(though considering what kind of music Burzum is, the choices are rather limited,) but fuck you. I don't feel like elaborating.

Disclaimer: While he certainly isn't lacking in intellgence, and most certainly can write, Varg's still a fucking racist lunatic. I don't agree with most of the things he spews out when he feels like sharing his opinions. He does know how to make good music, I'll give him that.

ac transit bus fight whatsoever

2010-03-04T15:39:00.002+02:00

I wonder what makes the case mentioned in the title worth the giant fucking fuss most of you have probably come across. I am honestly quite befuddled. I can't say I'd be very flattered if a public transit degenerate brother of Santa Claus asked me to spitshine his shoes, but apart from that, there's an obnoxious-beyond-words chick behind the camera(Say it again! Say it again, PUH-inky!) and the drunken idiot received a beating he well deserved. Bravo, I suppose. After I watching the video a few weeks ago, I felt slightly amused and moved on. Probably to trying to figure out whether Obsidian C got his guitar playing skills via practice, or was he born with the hands of the Superman somehow.

It would, however, seem that a good deal of people haven't been able to take this major step forward in their life. They're stuck having heated arguments coloured by racism, poorly hidden racism, puzzlement, utter lack of general knowledge and... well, you know, the general youtube idiocy. That's not fucking it, however. Now I'm receiving goddamn interviews amongst the recommended videos on my youtube. Jesus christ, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT.

Can't you give it a rest? Please? Pretty please with sugar coating? It is quite ridiculous, you know. People get the seven shades of shit beaten out of them all the time. There's more to life than epic beard man and his embarrassing opponent. A video of a bunny chasing after a goat and headbutting it, for example.

Mood: Slightly tipsy and bored

2010-02-13T00:02:00.001+02:00

Dearest diary. I just had the most delightful shit in ages. I also smoked a cigarette.

the bittersweet tomorrow

2010-01-23T16:17:00.000+02:00

You know what sucks? Well of course I'm quite certain that you are very aware of multiple things in life that suck, but what I'm thinking about is how you're listening to a nice, slow and pleasant song, such as Jolly Jumpers - Slow Town Rules with headphones on. The song ends with a nice clean guitar melody, and I'm ready to enjoy a little more of Jolly Jumpers goodness. But instead of that I get downtuned guitars, blastbeat and ORG GORG GORG ORG GORG. Right. Thank you winamp, thank you very much for the shuffle feature.

Normally there wouldn't be any need to bitch about this, but the thing just is that the shuffle feature was on because I was spending last evening with some fine gentleman(=remorseless rednecks and sexually unscrupulous barbarians) drinking beer. If I've had 12 beers over the evening, the following day I tend to be a bit jumpy. If I'm smoking outside, and someone dares to come out as well, I might shit myself, pass out, shriek like a woman or combine all these reactions, just because of the sudden unexpected phenomenom of the front door opening. I believe my heart hasn't beat once since that unfortunate incident with Cannibal Corpse earlier today.

Another thing that pisses me off about hangovers is that I can't sleep properly. 95% of the time I'm drinking and decide around 4-6 am that it's time to hit the bed, I wake up at motherfucking 7-9am. Still drunk. Occasionally a bit lost, too.

Well, to keep myself from complaining all the time(gets tiresome,) I'll have to admit that hangovers, when kept in moderation, can be enjoyable in an odd way that I'd rather not have everyone witness. I don't know what the fuck causes it but I turn giggly as hell at some point of a usual hangover. I laugh at the most irrelevant things even the slightest bit funny and I can't stop.

Today I was having a blast at watching miscellanneous Black Metal videos in Youtube, wondering why I haven't been driven out of the goddamn genre by those glorious Norse antiheroes running around trve antihvman nekromisantrophik goatforests with their hatchets, bullet belts and candelabrums while grimacing as if they were thinking about being castrated with the blunt head of a satanic axe while simultaniously being penetrated by an anticosmic birch log coated with chili both fiery and evil in equal measure.

It's ridiculous. If you don't have a foggiest idea what I'm rambling about, I'd like you to youtube Immortal's Call of the Wintermoon and Satyricon's Mother North. I can't figure out at all why can't you make music with a dark, brooding atmosphere without making yourself look like a clown. The bands might have at least a bit tongue-in-cheek attitude about it(at least immortal must have,) but what about the people who don't find anything silly in that? Jesus fucking christ, get your act together.

Introduction

2010-01-22T14:40:00.000+02:00

Right. Hello everyone. This is me.

I made this thing because I need someplace, a channel, to spew my rancid brain diarrhea. Occasionally I get the need to do that, as my friends live 20+km away, and I'm surrounded by fields and forests(which are for a good part of a year frozen.) I'm also told that I'm a good writer. I'm not all that sure about that myself, but if it indeed is so, I may as well write something to entertain the occasional reader(when one gets here once in a thousand years.) I think my English needs a bit practice as well, as I'm not in any school at this very moment.

I choose to be anonymous(though not very strict about it,) which some of you may find a recreant thing to do if I happen to write something distasteful and offensive. So let me tell you why. I used to have a similar thing in which I wrote ghastly, disgusting and very over the top blurbs of text of my opinions, which I often aggravated ridiculously to maximise their provocativeness, in my native language(which is an ugly one indeed.) The site had my name, and plenty of my pictures.

Then my mother spotted it. It was awfully embarrassing, it felt like she had just caught me choking the bishop. Burping the worm. Peeling the banana. Punching the clown. Chasing the weasel. Walking the dog. Walking the dog? What the fuck? How does that suggest masturbating? Fucking Anglo-Saxons.

I though chasing the weasel was silly, but walking the dog? I'm having a hard time imagining what must be going in the mind of a person, who has his cock in his hand for recreational purposes and suddenly realizes "hey, I'm walking the dog! Brilliant!"

Well, then. I sort of lost my train of thoughts. Let's see if I can be arsed to write again.