Rising Sunset

To a child, a lot can be Bizarre. If you'd told me when I was 4 about the solar system, how Earth revolves around a sun, or how those pretty stars are actually suns of their own solar systems, my mind  would've blown. I would've thought you were joking.

A star is a star, it's not as big as the sun. 

There's still full grown adults out there that don't know that. But this isn't about them. No, this is about another kind of ignorance. This is beyond not knowing when to ad 'ing' to a word. This is closer to calling counter-clockwise reverse-clock-ways.

I'm prolonging this more than I have to. I just came on to moderate any comments on my music blog I might have, and I found this:

I decided against posting his name, because the following remarks are going to be quite embarrassing and this isn't a bad guy. Maybe he was tired or something.

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OW, owch, fuck you, you greasy cunt smegma, you've twisted my arm. If you're so curious, here's the direct link to the comment.

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Now, what do you spot? We could start at the appalling lack of periods for starters, but that's child's play. How about "the lyrics are remind me"? But again, these things happen to the best of us. Can you spot it? Have you yet? Maybe the post's title wasn't enough. Here's one last hint.

Now wait a damn second, buddy, I think the bizarre point here is your choice of words. You see, the planet we live on actually keeps revolving. The sun is always setting somewhere in the world, but you know, it's also rising somewhere else in the world. Normally, in reverse retarded, we call this a sunrise. It's a lot like what you're describing here, but well, less bizarre.

Is it just me? Maybe rising sunsets are perfectly bizarre here on Earth, and I'm some alien immigrant who's been trained to believe Earth is my original homeland. Maybe my thinking a sunrise is normal is as bizarre as thinking that Kim Kardashian is ridiculously attractive.

Maybe Kim Kardashian doesn't even exist on this planet.

Maybe life not so terrible here after all.


'Night.

What the fuck, Damian

I've gotten used to people not reading my main blog. I mean, occasionally I'll get a stray comment from someone I've never heard from and will never will again. But for the most part the regulars stop by, skim maybe, hear the featured track and say something about it.

Enter Damian Wei. A cool little Canadian Asian with a sweet blog. Nothing too original, nothing too visibly pleasing, but it's a decent blog and I actually enjoy even the lengthiest of posts. He's cool, check out his blog.

DWei here has been a regular at my main for a long time. He's shown his occasional skimming, and even went as far as to make a comment that clearly stated he didn't hear something enough to comment about it, something about I just wish I could understand them when they sing. But see, Damian is usually very cool. I let it slide. Poke fun at it, return to daily life because it's no big deal.

But just a little while ago, Damian posted this:

I mean look at it, it's cute

The part that gets to me is my reply. Yes; me. Because once I have to go, "Hey dude, just look at the fucking page when it loads up" I realize how stupid it is that this became a comment at all. When I care about a fellow blogger's blog enough to get in contact with them, I surf the page. I check for the latest post, or any feeds they might have.

Here's the problem.

Seriously. It's the first thing you should see.

Not only is there an explanation to my absence right underneath the header, but there's a Twitter and Facebook link just above that. Both of those accounts also have the given information. I made it as clear as possible to those who care that hey, I have to take a little break, but I'll be back.

The comment was probably left so I would return to his blog when it updates, in traditional blogger you scratch my back I scratch yours fashion. I don't really flow that way anymore. So Damian and any other bloggers I follow, the reason I do and comment is because you write something interesting. If I don't like something or if I have nothing to say, I won't unless you're Fran or Ray.

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Farts

Edit:

See? He's alright.

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R

How many of you have heard of this guy? No, better question: How many of you haven't received one of his comments?

Not sure? Name kinda rings a bell? Yes, you know him and you wish to anally introduce him to a variety of dictionaries, because he quite obviously seeps feces from his mouth? Maybe you've just been fortunate enough to have never dealt with him.

In that case, let me show you what he's like.

Fuck you

This fuck-face routinely stops over at my baby blog, and insists on littering it with his trash. This is a person that takes all of 2 seconds to summarize a post and somehow be able to leave an opinion.

So did your mom last night

It's comments like these that take away from the credibility of a post. Say some producer is looking for music blogs to feature his music on, as long as the comments are visible these producers will look at them.

That might be why for such a long time I've been deleting his worthless comments. Speaking of worthle-- no, too early.

I know, cuntflap, that's why I put it up

What R does happens often. A month and a half of on and off commenting, followed by the realization that not once did I comment on the shit-for-brains' blog. In a few months, he'll come to my blog again and decide it's time to try and recruit me again.

Two times in a row? Gasp

It doesn't take much for  this dumb-fuckery to get on my nerves. As far as I've been aware there's no dead set way to block assholes from commenting. You can block a follower, but R isn't one.

I will hunt you down and rip your testicles apart

I could go out of my way (way, way out) and block the dipshit's IP address, but if there's a proxy involved or if the fucker ever moves, I'll get so pissed off I might do something drastic. Like report him to the CIA as a major drug distributor. The time I get for wasting theirs might be worth it, I just wish I could see R's face when it all goes down.

Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge

So let's assume that within an hour this dickwad can comment on about 100 blogs. That's pretty fucking fantastic isn't it? That should mean he writes some mother fucking excellent posts, now doesn't it? I mean, it better.

Curiosity got the best of me and I took a peek at the blog. Maybe there's quality content on it. What a terrible idea.

Fucking rage...

This piece of shit of a blog is full of other people's articles, copied and pasted. One day I'm going to post about exactly how much I hate that. For now, let me fix the blog up a little.

That's better

I'm getting to something here. After a few seconds of serious thought, I realized what this fuck brain does isn't an easy task. It's not easy to be so terrible in every aspect of something. I may suck at Chinese, but after a few months I'll get better. Not R, though. Not with blogging.

So R, if you took the time to read this, I think you're special. I've made an award for people like you.

Real award, find out all about it here

R, you are the first ever inductee to the Worthless Piece of Shit Blogger Award. This is an honor and a privilege. I'd tell you to click here and get the widget/button, but you're sporting the new dynamic layout. I implore you to switch back, just so you can put it up on your blog. That's your decision entirely anyway.

Off to let R know of his achievement!

Justified Hypocrisy

Any of you remember the first post on this blog?  Most of you should. I was talking about shitty comments and how I fucking hate them. I think it's normal to hate shitty comments, and I think that they should be hated out loud.

The hypocrisy:

Gasp

I leave my fair of shitty comments too, and it pains me every time. Every time. 

There's tactics involved. Sometimes I skim a post, sometimes I don't even have to. Reading other comments to get the gist of a post is sometimes acceptable, and watching out for anything fishy is always necessary. I stay away from the general 'Lol, wow nice post!' comments, but I still respond with lesser used terrible comments like 'Wow, isn't it just awesome how I took someone else's comment and rephrased it so it looks like I give a fuck about your post?'

I can justify my behavior, though.

I appreciate every comment I receive. I never go out of my way in search for new followers, I never expect a comment back, and I have this need to thank everyone that takes something from my posts. If you stop through my music blog and leave a worthwhile comment, something that required actual thought, I will give your blog a peek.

This is just my way of saying thank you. You mean something to me. Even if your blog is a steamy pile of dog shit, I appreciate that you had anything to say and I'm happy you exist.

Sometimes I grow to enjoy these so-called steamy piles of dog shit and after a few read-overs I realize that this dog shit is made of diamonds. Other times, that never happens and I end up just feeling bad for continuing following someone that apparently, I just don't like.

This is what happens when I take a shit.

It's seriously not hard for me to end up liking you. I'm very open minded. But if you try to rhyme in such a way that ends up making no sense, or if you copy and paste your entire blog post from somewhere else, all you're getting out of me is a full on boycott.

Most of the people following me right now have gotten my shitty comments at one point or another, and right now most of my followers are people who I either like personally, or have blogs that I really enjoy.

Here's some tips, in case you openly admit to having shit for brains when it comes to your blog.

Write your own material, don't leech, don't be boring, don't try and fuck my eyes with your shitty writing, and eventually I'll like you. That's almost a promise. No guarantees.

Tip of the day: Rub soap on the floor of your shower to clean your feet easier. It's genius.

5 Worst Comments I've Received So Far

This blog is gonna be an outlet. Nothing regular, just a place where I can post the stuff I shouldn't on my main baby. All the silly ideas, interesting observations and especially the reasons I rage. I'll try and keep interesting.

I'll be a lot less nice here than over there. You'll notice that when I talk about the dipshits that left the 5 worst comments I've received so far. Let's start this off!

#5 Stonkmeister

The least stupid of the 5 worst comments, this was just the average dicksniffer who stops by to let me know he exists. Usually these guys say something like "Nice post!" or "That's awesome. Following!" These guys come and go, their comments are unnoticed and deleted immediately.

Stonkmeister was special though. On a post where I mention Steely Dan consistently as a they, Stonk had to come and admit he hadn't read a word of what I wrote and said:

Steely Dan is awesome, love his stuff!

Trivial detail by a useless blogger. Nothing to get too upset over, but still, fuck off and die (but don't die yet, suffer a little first).

You can find the post and comment here.

#'s 4 & 3 Dejch and Breakingbrokers

I'm just gonna go right on ahead and say I'm glad these two idiots are no longer active.

They both made the mistake of not reading my post at all. Nothing. Not even the parts in bold. Now I'm not saying you have to read, but if you're not going to read you shouldn't be commenting. You're gonna make me realize you've got shit for brains. (It feels nice to finally get this off my chest.)

They were both on my Greyhound - Jamaica Rum post, where I explained and made obvious several times that though the song is often confused to be Bob Marley's creation, it's actually a song by Greyhound. The first blatant dickwad was Dejch:

i like good old bob.. and this song is definitly one of my favorite!

The second illiterate asswipe was Breakingbrokers. Again, if you're just gonna listen, that's fine. But if you're gonna comment, at the very least skim. Instead he plunged head first into:

Awwwww love this shit! Jamaican Rum, no better. fav BM song

First of all, it's "Jamaica" Rum, but that's a tiny detail, I let that slide. What's not a tiny detail is the author. I was perfectly clear on that post.

Both of these monkey's asses can lick each other off in a back alley.

#2 Drivebot

Now it starts getting hard. Drivebot is a guy I have a little respect for, regardless of what an idiot he is and has been on the blog. Going to the profile you should find a blog dedicated to mustaches, and another dedicated to his DJing. He's decent.

But he's also an idiot. It's not the first time, but this was the worst case. He took his time to find a link and think out his comment, but not to read the post.

It was in a post about The Hi-Lo's, I mentioned that the song had been sampled in a Jurassic 5 song. And then he commented.

Ah ha! It's froma cut chemist song i recognize this. or Jurassic 5. yeah Jurassic 5. awesome :)

here's the jurrasic 5 song with the sample. enjoy

No kidding, shit for brains. Really? It's almost like I said that. And linked to it.

It's his special kind of stupid along with how lazy he was that gives him the honor of being #2 on this list. Woo!

#1 Timothy Bowen

Now, this is a guy I would really like, if not for his dumb-as-fuck comments. He has an interesting blog, is an interesting  person, but repays the favor of your visit by quickly peeking at the title of your post and leaving a comment.

If he never commented on my blog in the first place, if he never even visited, I would've still read and commented on his blog. Since I couldn't comment without receiving some form of shitty comment, I stopped going altogether.

His worst comment was on my Dub Pistols post. It was a normal post, really. I said some stuff, posted a link to a big-beat and dub band. Mentioned that dub wasn't dubstep, and got generally nice views on the song.

Scrotumthroat Bowen had this to say:

I still have a hard time getting into dubstep. Like they said on South Park, "isn't it just crap noises over a drumbeat?"

Timbow earns spot number one for not even bothering to listen to the song. He's been a worthless commenter, and I hope he never stops by my music blog ever again.


There's a moral to be learned here. Don't comment if you don't read. You're not doing yourself a favor. I'll just bring you back here and vent, give you a bad name.

Or you could do it anyway. Even bad publicity is good publicity, right?