The Irony Is Mouthwatering...

The other day, a friend told me of a cold-war gov't film intended for kids about how homosexuality was supposedly a Communist plot to gain superiority over the Allies. Obviously I had to chuckle over the basic short-mindedness of the subject matter, but it also reminded me of several news articles I recall a few months back about new psycological weapons the US have/are designing. One such weapon, as I recall, released chemicals that would make soldiers become pheremonically (is that a real word?) attracted to one another as a way of lowering enemy morale. Hmm, anyone wondering when the Middle East is going to be showing their schoolkids government-approved movie reels about the States using homosexuality as a combat ploy? Feh, knowing the number of trigger-happy conservatives I have an incredebly annoying and bizarre habit of coming into contact with (I've narrowed my theories down to either implanted magnets or brainwave frequencies), I'm probably alone on the matter, as usual. Please place your contrived, off-topic, Bush-brownosing, close-minded, the-world-clearly-ends-at-America's-borders 'arguments' into my magical cylinder, where they shall miraculously dissappear in time for the next garbage run. Normally I'd welcome more open-ended retorts but since they just don't seem to exist, I've given up looking for them. But who knows, maybe one will jump into the boat on it's own accord.

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Unnoticed pissoffery aside, we seem to be getting ready for the move back. I'd be lying if I said I'm looking forward to returning. Living around a place like London inevitably gives off the vibe that... well, there's fuck-all in Calgary. Being the hopeless nerd that I am, I leech off exhibitions and museums and shit, and they have those here in droves. All of which is given up for a block of concrete way out in nowhere on the fringe of the Rockies, followed shortly by a slightly larger block of concrete on the fringe of both the Rockies and an ocean. TBH I feel way more at home here than I ever really did back home, which isn't helped by the fact that whatever friends I had back in Canada have grown so far apart they've become unrecognizable (one such example somehow went from being, frankly, a little bit of a prat to a whigger in my absence). None of this is helped by my CD player finally puttering out after years of loyal service, depriving me of a much-needed sanity regulator. Ugh, someone please just get this shit over with...