The "F" Word

Those who know me, know I have been a fan of South Park since the very beginning. Those who know me better, know my dream in life is to either meet- "meet" meaning voluntarily, and not a forced "hey, i'm such a big fan"-Trey Parker, and Matt Stone. In the last 12 years, I have yet to meet anyone else with, or hear a common shared view point that I can listen to with such an authoritative nature without feeling i'm being preached to, or talked down to. That said, on wednesday, they have finally made an episode that touched upon a subject I have been battling with for quite sometime. The casual use of the word "faggot," or "fag."

The episode (clip above) makes it's statement pretty quickly: Kids today are not using the F Word (from here on out) as a gay bashing epithet... they are using it to describe something annoying, or obnoxious. Now, whether or not you feel that means they are likening it to homosexuals being annoying, or obnoxious, is irrelevant, because they spend a great deal of time informing us that the F word has meant MANY things through the years... one of those being a slander of Old People, Women, and even a bundle of sticks.

So Trey and Matt's message ultimately unfolds to a simple "Let's make it mean something else" and the something else they make it mean, is "An extremely annoying, inconsiderate person most commonly associated with Harley riders. or A person who owns or frequently rides a Harley"

I'm writing this on the way to work, because i've been thinking about it all night. I wish I had someone around to actively debate this with, because i'm leaning towards their side, but I can't help but feel that it isn't that simple. I have recently reprimanded TWO of my good friends for using the word so casually... not because I think they are bashing homosexuals, but because I feel they are above the word. Trey and Matt have been open about their use of it, and they aren't homophobes, clearly. But is "taking the word back" really the answer?

I don't know. Just some food for thought. Despite my frustrations, I'm happy that I have something to internally debate. Makes me realize I can never be too comfortable with my disposition on any hot button topic.

Worst. Album. Ever.

Not a negative person these days. I know bands change, and evolve. This isn't evolution. This is degradation. This is insulting. This is garbage. "Can't Stop Partying"? Are you serious?! How old are you, Rivers? I never thought anything you could do would effect your past discography, but I don't think I can ever listen to your band seriously ever again.

Millhouse

The beginning of his life story will forever be a mystery, but somewhere in the ripe third (human) year of his life, a black cat took shelter under my car and my life has never been the same.

I have never known a more unconditional desire for affection than in the presence of him. He lived to be around people, to be like them. He was a talker, and a drooler, and kept a weird schedule. But I loved him and he was part of my family.

Rest In Peace, Millhouse (Thrill-house) Shafeek.

On Vampires

America's new-found love of Vampires is silly. It has also been adequately satirized in South Park's 12th season finale "The Ungroundables"... There is nothing sexy to me about vampirism. The sexuality that seems to surround "True Blood" and CW's impending debacle "Vampire Diaries" is strangely excessive. Being bitten by a vampire is as romantic to me as Harry Potter flying into your room on a broom stick, or a mustachioed, Italian plumber rescuing you from the clutches of a giant lizard.

That said, Vampire culture is pop-culture, and so is my job. The drawing above is my attempt at Satire, though so-and-so from northern California will likely find little amusing about my drawing. Such is life. At least the girls in my office thought it was funny.

Ponyo

It's strange that my most anticipated films of the year have both been rated G. Oh well. Miyazaki is my hero.

Jewish Hamster Vs. Mobster Hamsters

Another strange request, and a personal fave... Hence this post. Jewish Hamster (obviously) inspired by Woody Allen.

Morning Musings

Dia: "Good Morning"
Mo: "How'd you sleep?"
Dia: "Good. I dreamed about nothing but food all night!"
Mo: "Oh, no. Are you really hungry?"
Dia: "No! I just have no imagination!"

This exchange made me smile all day. I don't know why.

I have a house (apartment) guest all weekend. Going to enjoy New York City for a change and live vicariously through the eyes of a stranger to my home.