Fuck yes, first blog of the year you fucking bastards! I know you’re all saying, “But Rob, it’s already half-way through January!” Well I don’t give a diddly-FUCK. ‘Cause it’s 2007 and the Bye-bye sucked balls. But hey, you can’t have everything in the world.

Okay, so when New Years comes around these past two years, I’ve developped a wicked awesome ritual: Six whole fucking hours of Iron Chef: America. People, the Food channel is the shit! Fucking addictive. But here’s the jist of it. There are these chefs known as the Iron Chefs who are world-class chefs and shit. Random challengers come in and they battle food by making five dishes for three judges. What’s really awesome is there’s always random secret ingredients. So you get real random stuff: From leek to sweet peas; From marsh crab to Shinook. So check it out, some wicked shit yo.

My Nano kicks all your iPod’s asses just because it’s pink.

So Rob’s gotten into his little GlassJAw and Thursday thing again. Since I don’t have my big desktop computer, I don’t even have anywhere near half my music. But now I’ve downloaded LimeWire and I’m going download crazy. Got “Full Collapse” by Thursday, beautiful album. Also got “Worship and Tribute” by GlassJAw, freaking amazing band. I’ve also downloaded some Haste the Day whom are a Christian band…but the breakdowns are really awesome.

You know what really pushes my motherfucking buttons? It’s when I leave the computer for a while and I get MSN convos and stuff and people start saying stuff that I’d respond to if I were there. I mean, sure, I don’t usually say “brb” I just kind of leave, but give me a fucking break. The worst part is when people say “whatever.” I hate that word with a flaming passion when it’s used in that attitude kind of way. Venting, the reason for blogging.

Aside from that, I’m just listening to some Protest the Hero here, talking to my girlfriend (who knows I win) and her kid friend. Reading “A Confederacy of Dunces” by John Kennedy Toole, fucking hilarious. I have to admit, when I heard that Toole killed himself I was a little weary about reading it, but it’s amazing. The vocabulary is incredible, the characters all have their own little “je ne sais quoi,” and the whole idea to it is just so simple. The metaphors on modern society in here are so well depicted by Toole it’s just fucking great.

Fuck, what else can I write? I aced my math quiz and I’m looking at acing the next chem quiz on Friday. Oh shit, speaking of Friday, another jam space show for Trigger Effect, Toro Toro, Fayne and Madeline. Before that it’s a trip to the Saints bar for Rock Out Africa. Good times. Then Johnny Truant on February 2nd…I need them details bad. If anyone knows, please comment it. All I know is that it’s at some sketchy-ass bar.

Oh yeah, Hellsing OVA. It was really not too shabby. The quality was freaking amazing, but I only got the standard edition, so no special features. The voice actors aren’t too bad, I mean, I recognize a few voices, but still, s’good stuff. I need to check out the 3rd on youtube. Ah youtube is fucking sweet people, fucking sweet.

Another thing for this year people: Some fellow bloggers and I are looking to start a podcast. No real theme yet, but it’ll be a parody kind of thing. We are all looking forward to putting them out soon. Maybe the March break will be a good time to start really working them out. I don’t know if that was enough for you guys, but enjoy.

Ah! Trivia bitch: “What was the best gift you got for Christmas/Chanuka?” Or “what is your dream job?” Looking forward to it.

PS – This fucking blog won’t let me add fucking pictures.

Cheers yo,
Rob