I've had virtually nothing interesting to say on this blog for quite a while now, and while my other colleagues (if even applicable) continue to tread on, I've pretty much given up on saying anything. Meh, w/e.

The other day on the skytrain, as I boarded the skytrain, I happened to notice this decrepit, disease-infested man sitting idle minding his own business. Naturally, I, much the same as others, sat as far away as possible from him without compromising my favourite seating-spots on the skytrain. So, we head off past onto the next station, and some other asshole boarded the train, and the shit to-be-ensued was some of the most ashphyxiating bullshit, I'd ever withstood on public transit--EVER!

The fucker that had boarded the train began complaining about all the Metro and 24 hours newspapers lying around and questioned the morality of the printers of the aforementioned newspapers by claiming it was a complete waste of trees and what not. Fine, okay, he's a fucking environmentalist--wrong. The fucker then proceeded to pick up some of the papers lying next to him and threw them on the floor, at which point, I knew this guy was a bonafide asshole. Then he starts complaining about some arbitrary crap that I soon tuned out to, while the disease-infested bloke across from him, whose face harboured more boils than pores, began agreeing with everything he said. Now, usually I couldn't care less about what went around about me, but the conversations that ensued were astronomically stupid. I could club any normal human being in the head repeatedly with a bat until all their neurons dissipated into nothingness, but enough to render them still living, and even they would be able call these pig-fucking assholes on their tripe.

Well, the first bit started with the pedantic faggot griping about how 9/11 was definitely a conspiracy and the government was behind it all just to test the extent of the stupidity of the American Public. Okay, as fun as it is to rope moronic americans along with conspiracy theories, I am not buying it. Then the jackass claimed that Elvis was definitely not dead and everything about his "death" was fabricated to the max, along with his 900 lbs coffin. Oh but he didn't stop there...he then went on to describe how Kurt Kobain didn't really kill himself, but was actually set up by his agent. FUCK!! And all the while, the decrepit bastard on the other end was just eating it up all of it up agreeing with all the useless bullshit that spewed out of the asshole's mouth. Oh, except the Kobain story..nope, he disagreed with that. Instead, he had his own version of it describing how he knew Kobain's manager really well and spoke to him about it and He told him everything...from how kobain's girlfriend got mad at him for taking another girl out to lunch, and she was the one who killed him, making it look like an accident.

I shit you not, I literally became claustrophobic and desperately needed to evacuate the skytrain, but held my shit together because I was only one stop away. They kept blabbering away, when finally my station hit and I was able to leave....the elderly couple across from me also got off and their response was the same as mine. Rolling eyes, and utter satisfaction, as if we'd just survived the fucking holocaust. No amount of Literary skills can, or ever could, describe how fucking awful it really was.

So yeah...I am going to watch Pan's labyrinth today with Reuben at 7:30. I'd have asked other people to come along, but the fact of the matter is that it's a bitch and a half to plan something with too many people, so yeah...that was out of the question.

I had something else to say but I have since forgotten.

Eat my pubes.