I got back from the gym about 1 hour ago, and my plan was to do an hour of study after the gym. But as it turns out I'm tired and can't focus at all on studying. I was actually looking forward to studying today as I havent had a chance to over the past few days, but over the weekend and the last week I have been plowing through my materials.

Unlike last time I'm not going to stress, and just pick up my studying tomorrow, its not that much of a loss. And if I forced my self to study today, then I'm going to loose the joy of studying. Which I have found out the hard way, is worse.

Last Call is for Quitters

The Modern Drunkard Magazine, is a magazine about drinking alcohol. Its very funny as its written in a Maddox/satirical way that is:

  1. Appropriate
  2. Drunk people tend to say the darndest things
  3. The most significant cultural reporting currently going around
  4. Its also available in print (print being a new kind of boutique)
Heres and example of an article about after hours parties

Going to a party after the bars have closed is akin to crawling to the peak of Mt. Everest then turning to your expedition party and declaring, “Right, nice view. Now let’s break out the toboggans and see how fast we can get down the other side of this bastard.”

It’s a wild, exhilarating ride, all blur and screaming, and usually finishes with a spectacular crash.

"Except, since you’re loaded to the gills, it doesn’t seem such an insane notion at all. In fact, it seems like a perfectly fine idea.

Why should the good times end? a little voice whispers. Says who? The bouncer? The clock on the wall? Because you have to be at work in six hours?

Screw tomorrow! the voice continues, raging now. Tomorrow is the enemy if it steals one moment from today. Tomorrow is where your boss yells at you for showing up late, if you deign to show up at all. Real drunks live in the now, and right now we’d like to have some more booze.

And that is exactly the sort of insane bravado a proper after hours party demands. Most people, the sensible ones anyway, are done at last call. Six or seven hours of steady drinking provides enough joy to refill the vessel the workaday life empties. But others operate under the principle that too much joy is barely enough. That pleasure should not be so moderately measured, that the vessel should be regularly overfilled, that the joy should run down the sides in a glorious mess, and in that overindulgence true pleasure lies."

So as modern culture continues to self medicate we need to address this new found love of culture with a more indepth aproach to recording the history of boozing. Yes you get drunk, but as this magazine shows, there a lot more involved.

Another reason why James Murphey is cool

Turns out Mr Murphy is an amateur ultimate fighter.

Doctors from the British Medical Association (BMA) called for notoriously tough combat sport Ultimate Fighting to be banned this week, prompting a dismissive reaction from LCD SoundSystem mainman/ amateur ultimate fighter James Murphy.

“That’s ridiculous; totally ridiculous,” James told Skrufff, “Ultimate fighting is one of those things that if people look at it and hate it, they’ll say‘ this is two people trying to kill each other’ what medical bullshit can I say to make it stop. It’s a kneejerk cultural reaction,” he complained.

BMA ethics chief Dr Vivienne Nathanson branded ultimate fighting ‘uncivilised’ telling reporters ‘ultimate fighting can be extremely brutal and has been described as ‘human cockfighting.”

“It can cause traumatic brain injury, joint injuries and fractures,” she added, “No amount of money can compensate for permanent brain damage and premature death.”

James, who’s currently taking a break from fight training after injuring his knee in a fall backstage at Leeds V festival, was unimpressed, however, pointing out ‘boxing is still allowed and that’s where you get permanent brain damage.’

“The permanent damage that lots of other sports cause is so much worse than ultimate fighting, so much worse,” he continued, “I’ve hurt my shoulder doing it, but not as badly as when I played American football. In fact, my father had permanent knee damage for the rest of his life from playing a sport that no-one ever argues is too dangerous. American football players don’t walk right after a certain age; professional boxers like Mohammad Ali, develop Parkinsons’ disease,” he said.

America, Fuck Yeah!

Recently whenever I see/hear about something stupid in America, I play the song: America, Fuck Yeah, from the Team America movie in my head.

The Lyrics:
America, FUCK YEAH!
Coming again, to save the mother fucking day yeah,
America, FUCK YEAH!
Freedom is the only way yeah,
Terrorist your game is through cause now you have to answer too,
America, FUCK YEAH!
So lick my butt, and suck on my balls,
America, FUCK YEAH!
What you going to do when we come for you now,
it’s the dream that we all share; it’s the hope for tomorrow


McDonalds, FUCK YEAH!
Wal-Mart, FUCK YEAH!
Baseball, FUCK YEAH!
Rock and roll, FUCK YEAH!
The Internet, FUCK YEAH!
Slavery, FUCK YEAH!


Starbucks, FUCK YEAH!
Disney world, FUCK YEAH!
Valium, FUCK YEAH!
Reeboks, FUCK YEAH!
Fake Tits, FUCK YEAH!
Taco Bell, FUCK YEAH!
Rodeos, FUCK YEAH!
Bed bath and beyond (Fuck yeah, Fuck yeah)

Liberty, FUCK YEAH!
White Slips, FUCK YEAH!
The Alamo, FUCK YEAH!
Band-aids, FUCK YEAH!
Las Vegas, FUCK YEAH!
Christmas, FUCK YEAH!
Immigrants, FUCK YEAH!
Popeye, FUCK YEAH!
Democrats, FUCK YEAH!
Republicans (republicans)
(fuck yeah, fuck yeah)
An example of when this song is appropriate is when a student asks a senator a question and gets tasered. Then gets arested for starting a riot.