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- Male, 20, 181
- from Glasgow, Scotland
- I am Down for Whatever
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- Member since: March 2007
- Last active: May 25
- One Nation Under Prog
- Me, Myself, and I
- Hey, I'm Michael, and I rock. But hey, don't take my word for it:
"He's AWESOME!" ~ Michael McLaughlin
"Quite possibly the coolest person ever!" ~ Michael McLaughlin
"I wish he'd have sex with me." ~ Michael McLaughlin
"I wish that I knew real famous people to quote on my awesomeness" ~ Michael McLaughlin
"Sad face" ~ Michael McLaughlin
- Joke Of The Indiscriminate Period Of Time
- I'm in a heavy metal band.
I play lead.
- Dream Theater, Liquid Tension Experiment, Iron Maiden, U2, Bruce Springstein, Elton John, Simple Minds, Joy Division, Sex Pistols, The Clash, The Ramones, The Misfits, The Who, Buzzcocks, Most Rat Pack shit, Elvis Presley, Forgiener, Genesis, Led Zep, Nirvana, The Police, Pulp, Blur, Queen, Some Bob Dylan, Godsmack, Mötley Crüe, Metallica, Ultravox, Adam & The Ants, Softcell, Three Days Grace, Iggy Pop, Sonata Artica, Cain's Offering, BigElf, Opeth, Lots more that doesn't spring to mind
- Things that, in an ideal world, would not exist
- Women. People who wear kilts to the football. Ignorance. The Swiss. Laws against murder. People who don't realise that, in the grand scheme of things, they don't matter. Religion. Politics. People who defend Religion and Politics. Twilight. People who suck up to authority. Bureaucracy. Traffic. The side of weight loss that involves not eating so much crap. Whatever thing it is that made this 16 year old notice so early in life that everything's shit.
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Everyone likes to reflect at the end of the year, and I of course am no different. Well, I am, in many sick and horrible ways, but we’ll leave them by the wayside for fear of prosecution. But I will reminisce about the years – Cause I’m a sucker for nostalgia really, if it is only 12 months old at most. Yeah, that’s right; it’s Neo-Nostalgia bitchez.
Well, as I suppose every year is, 2009 has been what we refer to often as a ‘mixed bag’. At least, I assume so, I can’t remember the opening months too well. January was cold, I recall, and there was snow in February. Of course, the first half of the year was dominated by exam hysteria, which was a load of tosh really. Friends, my advice is thus: Fuck examination, cause anyone can hide a kilo or so in their stomach. Really, January to March was pretty uneventful. My birthday, as usual, went by with no great endeavouring. Which is good – A happy birthday, handshake, hug or smooch if you’re so inclined, is all I want. People who get all “OMG BURFDAY ” are a mystery to me. It’s just another marker of your slow decline to hip replacements and exuberant pill taking.
March did, however, bring the birth of IberianMallet. And though it’s been slow, not just my fault, nor just the fault of the other’s, I love what I do for it. Thanks guys, for taking my crazy idea on, and helping me create something I always wanted to. May it continue long into the future, success or no success.
April was a great deal more fun, if I recall. I remember the Mods trip to Edinburgh – Now THAT was awesome. Great city, great place (Despite the fact all politicians are scum, obviously), great food from the wee chippy down Fleshmarket. May…. well, exams. No fun, really. Star Trek in I-Max was awesome, mind, and a good wee evening then too I recall. Oh, and Blaze Bayley, ALMOST forgot Fucking awesome gig, and again thanks to Jac for offering me that ticket.
After exams came summer. Summer, summer, summer… I hate summer. It consists of sleeping a lot, and being too fucking warm. Gimme active coldness any day, However, this summer was good fun. Never forget us (It might justve been me and Richard first time actually) going to GamerBase a few days after it opened. It was even better when 5 of us went. Love that place.
Spain in July was too warm as always, I can only say so much about that. Namely, that.
After summer came 6th year – Which, I’m sure the 6th years among us will agree, is FUN TIMES MEGA STYLEEEEEE. I’ve enjoyed it a lot – A relaxed pace, and a good atmosphere among the pupil body... Even if Dom did cheat his way to captain
Of course, this year’s main events came in rapid succession. Within 2 days, I saw two of my absoloute icons of entertainment. On Saturday the 10th of October, Billy Connelly, in what was one of the greatest stand up experiences I have ever witnessed. And the next day, Progressive Nation 2009. Dream Theater. Read Jason’s blog for a blow by blow – it was AMAZING. Thanks to Richard, Jason and Jaclyn for makin it a day to remember.
And so, we come closer to the now. Not a lot I can think of in November, other than MW2 (which is still awesome). December, snow and coldness. And so, we come to now, the end of the year. And I want to say thank you.
Thank you to each and every one of you for being undoubtedly you. Whether loved or loathed, you help to make my life that little bit more interesting. Thank you friends, for putting up with my shite constantly, and for being the most splendid fuckers on the market. Thanks to all the new people I’ve met and got to know, and all the stories you’ve brought me. Thank you world, for not killing me for yet another year. Who knows, maybe I’ll make it to writing the same shpeil next year.
May Good Health and Fine Fortune find you all. Have a Happy 2010.
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This will be the third time in as many weeks that I have decided to bestow my presence upon the pages of my blog once again, and hopefully not the third time I have become distracted by some rather benign activity that gave me no long lasting joy or fulfillment (And only once was it masturbating into a pair of nylons). I have every intention to leave something that, when I inevitably die in a prison riot, you can all read and think "Why the fuck did I let him anywhere near my kids?" (Unless you're Shanky, in which case "Why the fuck didn't he come anywhere near my monobrowed kids?"). Of course, you could read all the other stuff, but then, eventually, this will become part of the other stuff, making everything I have just said totally meaningless (Which, let's face it, wasn't the greatest metamorphosis of all time).
Well folks, it's been a truly stonking 61 days since we last talked (Or rather, since I last wrote - maybe you read the last one yesterday, or last week, or not at all (If it's option c, you made baby jesus cry tears of blood)). In that time I've... Uuuh... Yeah. Not much, in all honesty. Or at least, nothing remarkable. I coughed a few times... probably. Oh, AND RICHARD KILLED MY HAND! Mean bastard
Ok, so it's only a staved thumb, and it's kinda my fault (In so much as I was the one who drove my hand into his wierd ass flicky wrist shit... that sounds so wrong), but it is fucking sore. I got my computer back from the repair shop this week, and I couldn't even push the power cable in my hand was too sore. It's not bad now, if you care (I can see you not caring. Jesus is sobbing again. Meanie.), but god dammit I needed something to moan about for a paragraph.
I have to say, though, there is something about the air of the world in general that's got me happy. That is, the Twitard infestation that took over for most of the first half of the year seems to have died. Which is fucking briliant obviously. It means we can spend more time worshipping REAL vampires, like the 3 great counts: Dracula, Chocula and Duckula (The one from Sesame Street doesn't make the cut, simply because I only thought of him after I made up the list and actually had to come back to add this side note and because he made me backtrack I wish him a painful death and why is this in parenthesis bit going on for so long without a single comma). I've said enough about that really, so I won't do another Twishite rant... til New Moon comes out (Need a good derogatory name for that: Poo Moon doesn't quite hack it).
So, there's a mini-blog (Mlog? Mog? (KUPO!!!)) for y'all. Now, the only bit that's actually FUNNY, the now customary ending joke:
Me and my girlfriend (Una) have been together a long time, and our favourite sexual position is the Scottish World Cup Squad.
Neither of us know what we're doing or why we're there, there's no passion, no communication and we never even make it past the first stage. It's often accompanied by a very bad soundtrack, horrible dribbling and never ever a clean sheet. It's always over far too quickly and when it does end I know it will be at least another 12 years before it happens again.
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Crime is something that is all too prevalent in today’s world. Rape, theft, assault, murder… On a daily basis, our newspaper and our television broadcasts are full to the brim with the latest horrific act of mankind. Many people have different ways of coping with the increasingly bleak-looking future of humanity. Some pour their faith into the law, assuming that what has to be done will be done, and the clueless bureaucrats who run the country will do their jobs for a change. Others are more aware that they are the answer, and take to the streets in protest, or organise community watch squads, which is basically vigilante-ism for the over 65s. And then there are those who get together one day a week and turn to the universe’s most popular imaginary friend, God, for divine intervention.
But, if you think about it, God is one person who you shouldn’t turn to. Because really, God is the worst criminal that there has ever been, or ever will be (This is, of course, assuming in one’s belief of God). While he may have created life, and made the world habitable for us, then you may question why I say this. Really, all you have to do is think. God made us – Hell, he made everything. So that means he gave humanity the capacity to lie. The capacity to steal. The capacity to molest children. The capacity to rape. The capacity to look into the eyes of their fellow man and end their life. God invented every evil act we can commit, and many more we haven’t even discovered. And yet, there are those who still flock to him and ask that it ends, or that some for of retribution is found for the perpetrators.
Oh, but God doesn’t like murder. It’s in his list of the ten things that you can’t ever, ever do, and the only one that most people don’t do (Not one of us obeys all the commandments, and any that claim otherwise have broken another one). But that’s just one thing. Rape isn’t mentioned at all in the Ten Commandments, so God has no issue with it. True, an element of it can be covered under not coveting your neighbours goods, but what if the person in question is an unmarried woman, with no father to claim any kind of Old Testament ownership? Or what if it’s your daughter, young and easy to get to, who you force yourself upon? Sure, you’d go to jail, be hated for the rest of your life – But you’d go to heaven. Because God doesn’t hate rape, or child molestation. Tell a fib, and you’re in the bad fire – Force yourself upon your own flesh and blood, and you could be having a pint with Jesus right after your funeral.
Of course, the big argument to this is that ‘God has a plan’. Well, let’s use the teachings of a Greek fellow by the name of Epicurus. He did a lot of things, but one idea he pioneered was assessing the nature and existence of God by the definition of the word: That is, Omnipotent (All Powerful), Omniscient (All Knowing), and Omni-benevolent (All Loving). If God does have a plan, and he is truly Omni-Benevolent, then surely he would formulate his plan so that it did not involve evil or hurt of any kind – And if he is, indeed, All Powerful, then he would easily be able to. Or, there is the Free Will argument - that God created us all with the ability to do as we please. But, free will cannot exist if God exists, as he cannot be Omniscient or Omnipotent if we can do whatever we please.
What it boils down to is this: A loving God is impossible. If you choose to believe in him, you choose to believe in a corrupt and inherently evil individual. And if, when a friend of yours is raped or killed, you choose to run to him and pray for help, then you have lost all sense of faith and confidence in yourself as a human being.
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