Rant: what's an RWu?!

Oh look, it's Bush
Looks a proper dick, no?
Incoming transmission...
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Stand by, this IS a rant!

There’s something deeply satisfying and deeply Canadian about a good rant.
I guess we’re used to nattering on and not being heard…
Being the nice neighbours to the North and all…

Now. I read a particularly compelling article last week, written by a college friend. It doesn't matter that the article was written for a paper at the third rate establishment down the road. What's important is that said friend's identity, for reasons of common decency, will remain anonymous. I'll refer to him only as the unsquishable Roach.

Why do I refer to him as a creepy-crawly insect that lurks under your sink? Simple. When the revolution comes, or the world’s Right Wing uberconservatives [RWu for short] nuke us all to kingdom come, there is but one creature that will see the sun rise that morning. The cockroach.

That, incidentally sums up the article in itself!

Now then, if you're reading this, and happen to be a Right Wing uberconservative [monkey], an important message follows. This applies particularly if you are any type of RWu lawyer, politician, CEO, or other variety of unicellular creature of inconsequential intellect.

-messageFromtehEstablishment-
AKScript cordially invites you to sit back, relax, shut your web browser, and piss off =)
Oh, and after you've done so, you're also free to

sodomize yourself with a retractable baton =)=)=)
See what happens when you don't do as you're told?
-/messageFromtehEstablishment-

If, on the other hand, you're like the rest of us... a roach, shitstarter, hacker, streetracer, free-thinking intellectual, a tomato named Potato, whatever... Rock on. The world needs more individuals, and fewer consumers!

Nicknames & Wierd Mind Games

Blog posts unintelligible, millions revolt.
As if.
So I've been told that some of the references I make are a little obscure...
Well, too bad! Those in the know, know.
If something sounds cryptic, it's probably meant to!
If you think you recognize yourself but not the nickname, congrats, you've been blogged!

Right. That said, worry not, this isn't only a blog for inside jokes =)

One Day at the Bus Stop...

ButtseX.
(Dude WTF?!)
There. I said it.
The word that makes Right Wing uberconservatives cringe with disgust.

So why is BX Relevant? Here's a true story:

-trueTale-
A number of years ago, when I was still a college boy, a good old friend from high school Chem (whom we shall refer to as the elusive ghost of Hungaroring, you guessed it, egH) called me up for a chat. I remember this as though it were yesterday, I guess it was a landmark or sorts...

It was a Saturday evening in November, quite chilly, and I was waiting for the bus. I was on my way to hang out with the unsquishable Roach, the god of Gamblers (goG), my dai Lo from Taiwan (dLT), and a few other chaps and chapettes. We were on our separate ways to a billiards in Montreal's "Con you" district, infamously known as teh Sharx.

egH was nattering on to me in his usual funny and clever way as I was sort of hopping around in the bus booth, as we all do to keep warm on those chilly, chilly November days.... We were talking about this and that as we all do when we get phone calls at bus booths and have nothing particularly pressing to discuss... The topic of the evening's escapades came up, and he mentioned that he was off to some flashy and smashy new club in the Village district. Now, I should mention that he's the sort to hang about in the Village, which is a generally pretty interesting and cultured part of town anyway.

So I asked him, coz by that point it was fairly obvious; "egH, old chap... You haven't switched teams on me, have you? Not batting lefty on me, or anything?" and it was then that he rightly asked me what my R-score was. I replied that although he had a point, it was nothing of the sort and I kind of had a sneaking suspicion anyway; )

It made no difference though, because what happened in those minutes changed me. It hit me like a brick with git written on it thrown from a moving STM bus. This chap had been a good friend for years, and it was silly to think of changing that. So what did I do? Nothing, silly, I got on the bus and hit downtown!

As we continued our chat it became increasingly obvious that it made absolutely no sense whatsoever to harbour a hatred within me that had no basis in the world that I had experienced up until that point in time. So eventually we clicked over and out, he was off to his wild party in the district. As for myself, it was off to shoot billiards with the chaps (and chapettes) at teh Sharx.
-/trueTale-

Were we really all that different? Other than the obvious, of course... But all that BX stuff is pretty personal isn't it? I mean why should I mind what makes my friends happy, so long as they're happy and not harming anyone, right?

Basically... There are a million and one reasons to hate one another, but reason itself can help us understand what it means to love.It's an odd little conundrum, and brings up a number of interesting discussions...

If you feel you've got something positive to contribute, please go ahead and mention it in the comments box, I'm interested in hearing fresh thoughts. I shouldn't have to mention that if you post something hateful, I'll just delete you so don't bother =)

500 Days Later... [AK] Emerges From Yurt

Gah! The light! It BURNS!

Wow. This is a funny feeling...
To write again!
Warning. AK detected.
All hands to battlestations...
This is not a dirll!

Quick recap of the last 500 days:

- Montrealers decided mergers were a bad idea
- We didn't want to end up like "Mississauga Corp, LLC"
- The Italis actually beat les Bleus at football
- We won't hear the end of it for the next hundred years
- Algeria made a tactical strike on Italy in retribution
- Merci, Ziziou, c'était trop fort, on respecte.
- American pres-iDent G. Dubya is still a deranged nutter
- Istanbul happened! The Turkish kick rather a lot of ass!
- Influential Montreal jewler SolomonSchwartz goes abroad
- Riots break out in the contreband jewler's disctrict as a direct result
- 2007 happens, Momo and AK have a feeling the world has gone mad
- TehShitlist escapes death at la Compétition Québécoise d'Ingénerie
- Dangerous Zilla creature is pacified by Shitlisters with ninjacake
- It's been so long since I've blogged, there's a new version out!

Indeed, [AK]B is now [AK]Script, running on the lighter, brighter and pimped out blogger deuce antibeta. Which was rather cute guys, and so was the Hindi transliteration thing =)