I am your MuseI was thinking "If a headbutt is just like hitting someone anywhere convenient with your head what is the nomenclature of when you like really get down low and hit someone's actual butt with your head"

Then I realized it was probably also headbutt.

Cam

OH MY GOD YOU GUY'S IT'S READING WEEK!!!!

oh no wait...I go to the school too hardcore for reading week. So Instead I spent the weekend getting ahead on Chaucer, Art and Harun Farocki's hate-on for Vietnam....

But what I really did was:
Beat Resident Evil 4:
I have to say, the game ended with eye stabbings, jet skis and sexual propositioning from the President's daughter...there's not much more a young bloke can ask for.

Oh and I never have to save Ashley from bear traps ever again!

Why don't you watch where your fucking going IN A FIELD FULL OF ZOMBIES you stupid bitch.
Vice TV:
As much as I, admittedly, love love love to be too cool for/guiltily pleasure myself to Vice Magazine I'll come right out and say their teeny kind of youtube by Spike Jonze is brilliant, funny, interesting and completely time consuming. And everyone who makes it comes off as slightly smarter and less of a hipster douche so it's not like holding up a terrible mirror to myself every time I watch it.
Project Catwalk Season 2:
The best part of British t.v. is I never know when it's new or not so sometimes I get surprised and end up getting like...4-5 episodes of a show when i realize it started a while ago. It pleasantly visually lubricated my Sunday work-avoidance.

For those of you who don't watch it offers the following which American, though I still love it, does not:
- British reality classiness
- great soundtrack of actual liscenced music
- All sorts of uncensored genitals
- In-studio design helper who constantly throws hissy fits
- constant drunkenness
and
Julian Macdonald, the only celebrity judge of a reality show who sometimes is mean just for shits. He calls people fat and gay and made a model cry and leave. So basically he's what the celebrity judges of other shows would be like if they were acting like themselves and and not being paid to be slightly nicer.
Casino Royale:
No one informed me that the real dynamic tension in Casino Royal rested on the internal sexual struggle within each viewer.

On the one hand you've got Daniel Craig's badassness and awkwardly muscled body clearly to be looked at and thought "man that dude must work out!" or, failing that, man pleasuring.

And then you have Eva Green and her "regular hot girl made to look super hot" good looks and amorphous, ever cup sizes to suit the need, breasts.

Way to smash hetero-normative filming James Bond by showing us just as much nude man as sexy near-nude woman...and they talk about cocks a lot...and you never even see a lady nipple...

By the end you're less worried about Le Chiffre and more about whether you should go to that couples bathhouse on hastings or just take the quick jaunt up to H2O on Davie.
Death Note
Teenage boy finds a notebook that lets him murder people. Teenage boy decides to murder people.


This sounds like a plotline I wouldn't care about but , Mark Hayes was right, it's completely brilliant and the first 18 or so episodes are free on youtube. It's completely addictive and interesting and...man...a cartoon testing your moral compass constantly in bite-sized magic murder doses.
Year of the Pig
Everyone loves pigs, right? awesome!


okay...that last one wasn't great

CAM

Home Made = Heart Felt

A Fist Wrapped In Blood

Charles Dickens were alive today he would throw his, one can assume, natty cap into the air if he knew that Christmas no longer brought about any true miserly feelings.

Indeed his literary classic has taught even the non-religious that to be a jerk on Christmas is just selfishness.

Ol' Chaz would have a ball indeed seeing all the people being relatively merry and joyous because they learned their lesson from his book...

That is if he managed to not blow his brains out on Valentines Day.

Valentines is the only holiday left which really pulls no Dickensian punch to bring out the miser in us all. And by us all I of course mean single people.

On one hand you have the fact that, I'll assume as Christmas was in Victorian England, you cannot escape being hit in the face with the damn holiday. It's the only secularized holiday relating to a life choice and somehow they choose to make it the most in your face of all.

Granted, It doesn't bear the parades or change in weather of the ol' x-mas time but man oh man everyone really gets behind the damn holiday. Even Jews. You can't stop Valentines. If you did you'd maybe be a hobo or in another country.

Beyond that there's the unstoppable ghosts of Valentines day. Don't even get me started on that bullshit.

What with the super-villainy surrounding dating and now the beauty of the Internet it's hard not to at least face down with one of the exes of Valentines past. You can't deny either that you don't get that itch to fuck with those who broke your heart around Valentines. Its the concentric humming of the cosmic spheres....aka bullshit.

And don't forget the lingering stink of Valentines present. Admit it, we're all pretty psyched about that new episode of Lost.

Oh, and if you're single or, heck...even in a bad relationship you can't help but look with dread to that sappy Valentines in the future where you are married...or proposing marriage...or some such thing...and flowers and chocolate come naturally and you realize you've built yourself a choco-floral prison.

I think what I'm trying to say is:

Chaucer decided Valentines day should be about love because he needed a day everyone recognized for birds to be married on. And you know what? Some of those birds didn't even get married AND it pissed off a lot of the other birds and Mother Nature.

And so at most Valentines should be about reflecting hard on lonely birds held up by a rigid democratic process of dating.

I need some chocolate

cam

Bye

Goodbye Rhianna

I think when you first met me I was wearing pyjamas.

You've been around for most of my adult mental breakdowns and your inability to deal with them somehow always cheered me up and got me out of them.

Your opinions of me tend to be correct to the point where you know me better than I know myself.

Your neuroses make me feel normal but somehow you are still tougher than me.

You have a boyfriend who society and science states I would not like but who is totally awesome.

You tend to side with me in fights (and Devin sides with me in fights against you).

You make me feel good about myself and my choices.

I can't take a good picture of you and I will miss you when you are gone.

Cam