Zombie paintball scares up new home in Semiahmoo Park - Peace Arch News

Zombie paintball scares up new home in Semiahmoo Park - Peace Arch News

The most fucked up thing ever!

Look what happened to Jess,  lead axe from M.G. Graveyard!

Jess was crossing the border into Washington State, which last year legalized recreational marijuana, on her way to a show. She was asked if she had ever smoked pot and decided to tell the truth, saying yes.  Jess was held and interrogated for several hours, then barred from entering the U.S. FOR LIFE!

Just as we thought our southern neighbors couldn't get any stupider...

All our energies are going out to Jess (and the rest of M.G. Graveyard), and if you get the chance, sign (or start) a petition, tell everyone you know about the incident, stand on a table and yell, anything! Just don't let the issue fall by the wayside and die.  People HAVE to know how fucking backwards and ludicrous this is.

I'm off to be angry, as always,

Be safe.

TRS 

If you know what this is...

If you know, laugh till you pee.

If you don't know, find out.      

Employer attitudes and behaviors that need to change in BC

I was recently privy to some disturbing information from a Manager of a popular Home decoration outlet. This manager is responsible for hiring, and rather than post job opportunities for her store in newspapers or the internet she will march directly to a Immigration Employment office for potential candidates or she would actively seek a temporary foreign worker. She reasoned that Canadians would not apply for night shifts or shift work, they would either quit or turn down the opportunity, and lastly that foreign workers have the training that Canadians lack for the position and they will work for less money. Even more disturbing, she stated that English language skills was not a condition of employment because she uses a phone app to translate and communicate with her employees. I am disgusted by her hiring practises that don't favor Canadian citizens, her prejudiced beliefs about Canadians not being skilled or dependable enough to fill the positions, and I am appalled that she is a managerial position.

British Columbia should include in their Employment Standards Act that they will only hire Canadian citizens that speak the official language(s) of Canada. That Canadian employers will no longer post positions that prefers the candidate to speak a non-native language of Canada because this practise heavily discriminates against Candian citizens, and creates cultural and racial exclusivity in the workplace. Lastly, Employers will have their business licence revoked if they hire temporary foreign workers, outsource their business outside of Canada, do not pay taxes or send majority of their profits to another country, or discriminate against hiring Canadians in their workplace. Respect and preference for jobs in BC needs to be given to Canadians.

Punch in the Facebook – Apps That Need To Be Incinerated.

Part 1:

Bitstrips. In case you've been living under a rock, or, like me, would rather spend your time on “FacetheotherwayBook”, chances are you've seen people using this 'brilliant' and/or 'hilarious' new application (I also hate the abbreviation – it's Dutch for ape). For those of us who don't give a fuck, or wouldn't, were it not for the fact that we now have thousands of would be Watersons cramming it down our cyberthroats, Bitstrips allows ANYBODY to create an avatar of themselves, then insert themselves into a series of pre-drawn 'humorous' situations. The user then includes their own captions, thereby completing the strip and infecting the rest of us with their off-beat, twisted take on everyday life. News flash – everyday life is fucking DULL! That's why we call it everyday life. News-ER flash – our own everyday life is dull, so yours is even … any guesses? YES! Even DULLER. More News-er flash – unless we are familiar with every single aspect of your life, we probably won't get the references you're making in your side splitting, knee slapping comic adventures. Here's an example:

Panel 1: someone's Mom, caption: “Make sure you change your socks, dear”

Panel 2: writer's avatar, caption: “I can't, one's missing”

Final Panel: Mom, caption: “I guess you'd better call Uncle Dennis, then!” The End.

See, here's the problem, the person guilty of this cartoon atrocity thinks that everyone will instantly see this as funny. However, unless the reader knows that, 35 years ago, you and Uncle Dennis had a little game wherein you would prank each other by stealing one sock from the sock drawer, filling it with choice chunks from Leo's cat box, then replacing it, not in the sock drawer, but (wait for it!)... the SHIRT drawer, then wait for the hilarity to ensue, they will not get the full benefit of the comedic payoff.

More and more of these 'Comic Strips' are turning up on my page, which means that more people I know are sniffing glue, smoking crack and eating WAY too many Gravol (washed down with a bottle of Red Devil). It saddens me. It angers me. It annoys me. It does NOT make me laugh. In fact, the only people who think its funny are the ones who wrote it, and their loved ones, who only pretend its funny so they don't make the writer cry.

Ooh, that reminds me, I gotta go call my Uncle Dennis, I just got a terrific idea for a strip...

As always, Be safe.

TRS

Dollar Store Hairdye

I tried dollar store black hair dye by De la Ritz, ColorEazy, and it worked like a charm! It didn't come with a fancy conditioner, the time was longer than most with directions to keep it in 30-45 minutes, and the bottle applicator felt like cheaper quality-it was like squeezing a flaccid penis. But no drips, no overwhelming chemical smell, no messy cleanup on the skin nor bath tub, and most importantly: it didn't fry my hair, its blacker than other dyes I've tried, soft, and it doesn't wash out like other "permanent" hair dyes. For those with thick or long hair you will need two bottles, because it doesn't provide much product. My usual favorite brand for dying my hair black is Clairol Nice and Easy Foam, I have also enjoyed success with Clairol L'Image, and permanent Nice and Easy with the supposed two-dimensional colors in black ). Clairol makes great hair colors, except their Root Touch Up which fades under a month. The hair dyes that disappoint is anything by L'Oreal, and Garnier. They wash out within three weeks despite their label of being a permanent hair dye. I didn't enjoy the price nor the color from a salon dye job, rather mousy colors I find and not as gentle as they claim for your hair. So don't be afraid to try Dollor Store black hair dye, has same ingredients as other hair dyes and it may be less damaging than fast acting dyes that work their magic in 10-25 minutes due to harsher chemicals.

Check out this link or you will be eaten alive.

The Ultimate Total Immersion Experience.

Book now or spend the rest of  your life whining because you missed the coolest thing going like some snively little twat. 

Happy Stick-Day Weekend!

Too Much, Too Quick!

Well, fuck me with … with … erm, ANY object one would not normally use to fuck themselves with. Just pulling any old object out of my symbolic hat – a stick. Yeh, a stick! Start again.

Well, fuck me with a stick! So many things tend to pile right up on me every time I neglect this blog for even just a few months, and I shall now try to cover the ones I can remember (in no recognizable order that I can see).

We are rapidly approaching our 14^th   anniversary, and, while I  can't speak for MsAnthropy, I personally couldn't be       happier! Something else that fills me with delight is the fact  that we started our run together right on Stick- Day, which  allows me to segue into the next item with very little effort  at all!

Stick-Day draws nigh. That chocolate and marshmallow filled time of year when our xtian friends (kidding, can't stand most of the self-righteous fucks, myself!) commemorate the day when, upon losing the body of their executed figurehead, decided that, instead of owning up and saying, “Shit, guys, we've lost the body. Sorry.”, felt like excitedly hollering, “He has risen! He's been taken up!” was a pretty good idea. They will be spending the holiday being amazed by that small, impossible bit of news, and rejoicing in the fact that, after 2,000 years, they can still talk themselves into believing it. I, on the other hand, will be utilizing my time far more constructively, nipples deep in a lake of Mini Oh! Henry Eggs, Malted Milk Whoppers, and as many marshmallow filled bunnies as I can fit in my maw. In other words, spending the time far more honestly and closer to the actual meaning of the season than will any of those whiny, simpering FUCKS who symbolically eat the flesh and drink the blood of their own head guy, while giving ME dirty looks for pounding down as many sugary sweet marshmallow rabbits as I can get my hands on. And they won't even see the irony. Hey! Fucks! I'm eating chocolate rabbits, here. Y'know? RABBITS? Like Eostre, who is "associated with the coming of spring and the dawn, and her festival is celebrated at the spring equinox. Because she brings renewal, rebirth from the death of winter”. Frequently came to earth in the form of a HARE. Ringing any bells, there? HUH? Fucks? The name you stole from the Pagani (along with the hare and the feast itself). So, I will sit back, smugly gorging myself on chocolate marshmallow reminders of the festival you stole, cleverly shaped like the goddess you stole, and displaying none of the cannibalistic ritual killer characteristics so obvious in our self righteous, corpse losing, holiday thieving, genocidal, ignorant, blame-throwing 'friends', the fucking xtians. Nope. I'll be working on a sugar high of such unbelievable proportions that, this time, I may not make it out the other side.

The latest, most up to date, complete 'Where Is The ZODIAC' list ever seen by anyone anywhere ever. Including an entirely new section on 'Friends' who forget everything you've done for them, given them, helped them out with, the very second you cease to be of use to them, be that financially, moral-support wise, or any other way. Here, I'll get it rolling. Several years ago, MsAnthropy and I harbored one of these 'friends', at the very real risk of losing our home, for somewhere around 2 – 3 months. Last year, I was able to return the favor, having been suddenly rendered homeless by my miserable, dead to me, piece of shit ex-sister, right smack in the middle of February. The 'friend' (we'll call him Dave, although his real name is Dave) had his parents entire, massive house to himself for a month, while they were out of the country. This puke, this snively spoiled prick that MsAnthropy and I had taken such risks for, (we were actually threatened with eviction if we so much as opened the door and let him in the building), let me stay there on his couch for, (ready for this one?) TWO, LOUSY, FUCKING NIGHTS!!! This ZODIAC entry only pops to mind right now because we are at the one year anniversary of both Dave's spineless actions, along with those of that worthless piece of shit whom I once shared a common set of parents with.

Fuck me with a stick. That year certainly shot by quick, and now I've made myself angry, talking about some of the things I've neglecting over the course of it. Hey, if you don't hear from me before Stick-Day, have a happy and festive one, eat yourself sick and wobbly on chocolate marshmallow rabbits, and, as always, be safe!

TRS

one of Hellgirl's fav bands, we are both inspired!

Look, listen and BE INSPIRED!

Check this, kids! The coolest thing going!!!

Zombie Combat Zone 


Check page 13. Really. I insist.

Some random thoughts while skating the ultrameshwebnet.

1. Visagetome: Why do we need that many status updates, do some people really think they're so important that we need to see
   “Inhaling”,
   “Exhaling”,
   “Inhaling again. Wow, this just keeps happening LOL”.
   Yeh, makes me wish that it wouldn't keep happening, either to you, so you stop posting this shit, or to me, so I'm not subjected to it. A kitchen catcher and roll of duct tape is all it takes. You go first and I'll be right behind you. Promise.
2. Also, we don't need that many 'cute' pics of your new baby. Reality dump: there ARE no 'cute' pics of your baby, unless you are a cat. Human babies are, lets face facts, downright ugly shriveled pink wrinkled walnut bulbs with appendages (also wrinkled). The only one who considers your baby 'cute' is you. All your friends are just lying so you won't pout for the rest of the week. Note to all those friends: If you stop lying, she'll stop posting pics you need to lie about. Think about it.

That's it for now, I have to go and lose a couple more 'friends' by telling the truth about their spawn. Until next time, as always

Be safe.

TRS

Well, I'll tell ya why!

Fuck me and my damn procrastination. It's been a near eternity since I've posted anything, and there are (I think) more than a couple of good reasons that will explain this serious lapse in responsibility  (as well as get me off the hook). 

One, I'm going to be a complete and total tit and run the 'I've been really busy' excuse until it drops from sheer exhaustion. 

Two, most of the topics I find to fume about just end up getting me so fucking angry that I end up pacing back and forth, hither and yon, to and fro, and ranting at a pace impossible to translate to the written page.

Case in point: The Marvelous Mr. Harper. First, insinuating that it's about time for Canada's First Nations People to assimilate. What the FUCK?

"Hi. We're just going to give genocide a try, and if that doesn't work, we'll give taking your land a shot. There's the residential schools to use as a backup plan, and if none of those work, we'll simply imply that it's been a while, now, so why don't you just assimilate, huh?" All that's missing is a hearty "Camaaaaaaan".

Then, just in case his 'totally irresponsible fuck' image was starting to falter, we learn that, even though there are an estimated 150,000 - 300,000 homeless (and that was in '05) in Canada, along with the unemployed and countless underemployed, the fuck saw fit to spend $1,061,448 shipping his limo to India.

I blistered on for DAYS about those two topics alone, so I hope you can see why I've been remiss in my duties. Even mentioning them right now has me in line for a wicked rage-dump, so instead of getting mad, I'm just going to dribble off and vent in my favorite way - thrashing away for hours on my favorite axes (recently acquired a Washburn 'Anarchy V').

 And so, as always,

Be safe.

TRS

Ps: Going to see Marilyn Manson tonight with an old pal, I'll let you know how it went.

public safety vs the criminal justice system

Rather than be issued a public warning from the BC Corrections Branch that a former inmate with violent tendencies and high risk of re-offending is due to be released from jail, how about the Criminal Justice System not release the ticking time bomb or find a new method to curtail any threat to public safety. Case is point, Kayla Bourque, convicted of viscously torturing animals and possessing a murder kit she planned to use on a homeless person or an SFU student. Although not certified psychopathic under the Mental Health Act she is deemed a sexual sadist with no guilt or remorse, and has long been obsessed with inflicting pain on others. Big deal there are 46 court ordered conditions for her three year probation, why is this nut-bag soon to be living in a heavily populated metropolitan area? Why not bring back banishment to a distant land with little hope for survival instead as a legal remedy? Better yet, if there are no family or friends to claim her then she should be marked for destruction.