Thursday, February 14, 2008

all that jazz.

By Winston

If you put your ear against your computer screen you might just be able to hear the tumble weed as it drifts through this long abandoned ghost-blog. It's dusty in here, mighty dusty, dustier than... nah I'm going to skip the crude jokes, at least for this post. I don't want to offend the one other reader besides myself and my co-authors.

I should probably tell you about me, but I really don't want to as you undoubtedly don't care. However, I will persevere, my name is Matthew, I am white, middle-class and live within a stone's throw of suburbia, it is a constant reminder of where I don't want to be in ten years time. I'm not the quickest of cats nor the tallest or most hansdsome of hippopotomi, I came out of highschool with an average TER and a powerful distain for all things popular. Nonetheless I crave recognition and one day hope to earn the respect and admiration of my school peers. How ironic. I admire the likes of Confucious, Shakespeare, Shinchiro Watanabe, graffiti artists, craftsmen (sigh... and women) and artisans, also dogs, I like dogs.

I guess I will be writing mostly about foreign affairs and popular culture. I'm a philospher at heart but my thoughts, while beautiful butterflies in my head, fall like dead moths as they exit my mouth. So I'll leave the philosphy to my friend Patrick, Nah I'm more interested blowing shit up! You know, the end of the world, bombs, dirty backroom deals, girls, dirty back room deals involving girls. All that jazz.