Another Reason People Are Idiots

SHUT THE @#% UP if all you do is judge people you are pathetic. your too busy with thinking your the @#% to see that people like you are tha reason sane people commit violent crimes. my guess is that you were once picked on so now the only way you feal good is by thinking everyone else has a problem when your the one who needs to rethink your whole life

This was posted on an associate of mine's blog (the associate calls himself "The Epitome of Macho"). It was in response to a very well written critique of today's popular music. The critique was awesome.
But apparently, some people were way too wussified to take any critique. They feel that people like "The Epitome of Macho" make the world a worse place because "all [they] do is judge people."
There's the hypocritical statement of the year. Think about it; by accusing somebody of being too judgemental, aren't you judging them?
But the cold fact is that judging others is necessary. Take, for example, getting a job. When you sit down, your employer judges whether or not you'll be a good employee, or if you'll be one of those people who can't do the job. An employer's not going to waste $25,000 a year giving a failure a salary. He's going to judge you to be a lazy mooch and fire your sorry self for incompetency.
The biggest load I hear from people like this (usually "Gangstas") is that that's "just they way they are" and they "can't change." Bull crap! You weren't born with those ugly, oversize headphones growing off of your ears! You weren't born with an iPod you destroyed yourself to make it look "Ghetto!" You did all those yourself, moron! All you'd need to do to change is take off those crappy headphones and stop listening to that awful "Ghetto" crap. It's that easy; people do it every day!
You're a failure at life, purposely destroying what intellect possessed that brain of yours before you started listing to that crap. You are the filth of society. Don't like people telling you that? Stop being that; it's simple enough. Suddenly you'll notice people stop judging you. Problem solved, idiot!

Update: I thought I'd include this just to solidify my point, since I don't even have to comment on this one.

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Harry Potter and the Army of Crybabies

Who's read the recent Harry Potter? I haven't, and yet I still know what happened, because some people don't know the meaning of the phrase "shut up, kid!"
If you haven't read the end of the book, don't read the rest of this post (consider this your spoiler warning). Apparently, almost the entire Harry Potter fanbase is crying their eyes out because Dumbledore is killed. For instance, this made it onto a Harry Potter Livejournal web site:

''Is anyone else in complete and utter shock about who just died and how, or am I the only one?"

''I am in shock. @#%, I can't believe what I just read. I spent like the last three chapters bawling my eyes out. I'm just in shock, pure utter shock."

Complete and utter shock about Dumbledore dying? How could he die; he never existed in the first place! To bring him back to "life" (or rather as much life as he had before) all you need to do is write the words "Dumbledore came back to life" on a piece of paper! No loss here!
According to the Boston Globe web site, 15-year-old Sara Sokolove said:

"Harry Potter is not just a book; it's an entire world that becomes very real to you. People use Harry Potter books as a distraction to their own lives. To escape."

That's the saddest thing I've ever heard. If you really need to escape from your life, you're screwing it up yourself (especially for 15 year olds, who's parents still buy them food, clothing, grooming materials, most likely an allowance, electricity, room and board, etc.). If that's the case, you have far more important things to be doing (like fixing your life) than reading Harry Potter books.
Life's awsome for you if you think about it. We have enough money that we don't starve, few of us have to worry about being mudered, medical care rocks hard, etc. Alright, so there's people who don't have these problems and can't escape them, but they're not going out and buying these Harry Potter books. Stop your crying and enjoy your life, you pansy!
This Harry Potter's a poorly written book, anyway. It reads exactly like a fanfiction, crappy editting, script-like feel and all! Don't believe me? Compare the writing quality of this and the new book (it's an old Harry Potter fanfiction I started when I was around 13, but never finished). You know what, on second thought, don't. We need more good writers, not trashy ones, and I'm afraid the book will bring down your style. The most important thing to do is shut up about Dumbledore. Nothing happened! There's no need to cry! Just, grow a spine, woud you?

One Heck of a Street Direction

Has anybody tried Google Earth? It's like Google Maps, except much more competant. Well, so I thought... up until I was given this street direction:

Just plow through the back of the house; I'm sure the owners won't mind! The insurance will cover it!
I'm just glad robots aren't driving cars yet.

Comment Rule #1 Explained

Some people thought I was stuck up adding the rule, "I'm always right, deal with it." I've been straining for a way to make people understand why I added that rule, because at the moment people think I'm just self absorbed (note: you are allowed to break that rule if you e-mail me instead of commenting). Finally, I found the following cartoon. In it, Einstein represents me, and the kid represents my commentor.

Click here to see cartoon.

See, isn't that little kid annoying? If only I could do to my commentors what Einstein did to the kid! Maybe then they'd follow the rules.

By the way, this is just a filler post to test out my new way of doing comments, as well as Atom Subscribtion commenting (which should have just been added). Please comment on this post, even if it doesn't contribute to jack (until I declare this post absolete). Thank you.

(Update: Atom comments didn't work. I'll find another way to make them.)

War of the Worlds Review

Finally, a scary movie that's actually scary. I was beginning to wonder if a movie even could scare me.
I saw War of the Worlds today. That movie was awesome! Okay, so Stephen Spielberg went on his usual bout of accuracy before awesomeness, but there was enough people frying and building crushing to suffice. By the way, don't bring kids to this movie.
The movie, for those who didn't know, is based on H G Wells' novel of the same title, except placed in the early 21st century. A divorced Dad is taking care of his children, when suddenly aliens attack. He then attempts to bring his children back to their mother. It sounds like the perfect B movie, but Stephen Spielberg did it, and he can't make crap (even though he seems to be trying).
I can't say much or I'll ruin the movie, but let's just say that there's never a dull moment. It's not quotable though. Only one line was even memorable... wait, I forgot that line too. On a scale of 1 to 10, this movie ranks about 8, just because Spielberg worries far too much on realism over filling the thing with awsome lines and butt kicking.
So go ahead and see it; just don't expect it to be your cliché alien invasion movie.

Independance Day Is Not For Passing Out!

I tricked you with the title.  I didn't pass out; my brother did.
It was the 3rd of July (for you Euros out there, that's the day before one of the biggest holidays in the USA).  I'd stayed home from church because I'd left many important parts of my church clothes back at my dorm (I was visiting my famiy for the Independance Day weekend).  So about 2 and 1/2 hours later, Lindsey comes home baring the following ill news.

Chris, Johnny just passed out and hit his head. He's in the hospital with amnesia.

Dangit!  So I rush to put on my shoes so I can go see if he's doing alright, and I go in and see him laying there all scraped up, and not even able to remember that tommorow was the 4th of flippin' July (note for the Euros: Independance Day).  I tell you, I was worried for the boy.
I waited with Grandma and my little sister in the waiting room, praying that my brother would get better, when this family who was at church when Johnny passed out and hit his head.  I forget what they said exactly, except that their daughter was going to BYU in the fall.  That's cool, because she's hot!  To get an idea, take the hottest movie star actress you can think of, and multiply by 3.  Better yet, she seemed unable to take her eyes off me.  Oh yeah, she wants me!
Okay, maybe it was because I was the only guy under the age of 50 in the room at the time, but I'm not so sure that's why she couldn't look away.  Besides, she seemed exited I'm going to BYU.  I'm going to have to look her up.
That's going to be hard, though, because I didn't get her name or anything, due to the fact that I had a brother in the friggin' hospital at the time.  It just didn't seem important.  Now that I know Johnny was fine (just a little dehydration), I wish I'd been thinking more clearly.  Man, she was hot!