Bloody hell
Last night I realised that I hadn't left the flat since Monday. I'm looking pale. I'm also pretty sure that most of my waking hours have been after sunset. I've decided I'm going to spend the next few days sorting out my sleeping patterns a bit, and I might even go outside for a reason other than shopping. JESUS CHRIST, that's OUTRAGEOUS! Yeah, I'm cool. Also, yesterday I ate nothing but chocolate bars and bread.
In other news, the new series of Big Brother starts tonight. It would be horribly unoriginal of me to rant about that, but unless inspiration strikes me, I might have to for the simple purpose of padding this bloody place out a bit. Even then, I don't really have much to say. It's vacuous programming. It's well and truly eschewed whatever genuine appeal it might have had by now (I seem to remember it made claims of being some sort of psychological experiment, but strangely it always seemed to just be megaratings-seeking television to me). It will be hugely successful and I will despair about it as if it's about principles and not just my personal dislike of the programme. It seems to epitomise all that's wrong with the celebrity thing. These people enter this often degrading competition at least partially in order to get on television (I believe there may be prize money involved too, but I'm not sure about that). I'm sure they all realise that they're bound to wind up earning more money from vapid interviews with detestable publications than they will from whatever winnings they may or may not walk away with. Afterwards they're all over the media as though they did something important. Then again, a lot of the people all over the media never did anything important. But I suppose that's my point. Why is it when some knobs sit around in a house for a few weeks we suddenly care what it's like for them to be pregnant or leave their partner or battle with cancer or whatever? Why would we even want to watch them sleeping or having inane conversations anyway? I mean, a lot of the conversations I have with my flatmates are pretty pointless, but seriously, in a fight they'd beat the absolute shit AND piss and probably tears and blood and maybe even earwax out of the conversations these people have. Fucking hell.
Speaking of fucking hell, that was the original title of this entry, but apparently there's restrictions on that. Anyway, my entry titles rarely ever seem to be at all descriptive. Is that a problem? FUCK OFF.
So anyway, Big Brother. Is it not somewhat ominous that the whole concept is named after a device used by a totalitarian regime in a work of dystopian fiction? I suppose you could say similar about Room 101, which I have enjoyed on more than one occasion, but it's hardly the same thing. Room 101 is not real, and is all done in the name of humour. Nothing is actually banished. In Big Brother, though, we are actually watching people. They're not doing much, but it still comes across as a little warped to me. I admit that I watch a lot more stuff happening on TV than actually happens in my own life. But at least that's what I'm doing, rather than watching NOTHING happen on TV. Is it really that exciting to spy? Maybe it is. Maybe I'd get hooked if I gave it a chance. I'd rather not, though.
So, that was a pretty aimless rant. It really did lack a unified focus, didn't it? Oh well. It's some text, and that's what matters. Volume is what's important. Who cares about actual content? To be honest, I'm quite sorry I even acknoweldged the fucking thing. It'll annoy me for months to come, though. Can't they just give it its own channel? Or at least put it on Five. Fucking hell, though. It pisses me off that they can make such a big deal about it. Jesus. What? Oh, I started ranting again. Damn.
My right middle finger hurts. This makes typing slightly painful. I'm alright, though. Don't worry about me. Bastards.
Well I'm sorry that I haven't had much of interest to say recently. Maybe it'd be a bit easier if people weren't demanding to be mentioned. God damn you, mention-demanding people! You're ruining it for everyone!
By the way, I've had about two hundred hits since the name-change. Not a huge amount, but a little more than I was getting before, especially considering the fact that I haven't been updating much. We'll have to wait a bit to see how things pan out.
Oh dear, it sounds like my flatmates are watching it. I'm greatly disappointed.
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In other news, the new series of Big Brother starts tonight. It would be horribly unoriginal of me to rant about that, but unless inspiration strikes me, I might have to for the simple purpose of padding this bloody place out a bit. Even then, I don't really have much to say. It's vacuous programming. It's well and truly eschewed whatever genuine appeal it might have had by now (I seem to remember it made claims of being some sort of psychological experiment, but strangely it always seemed to just be megaratings-seeking television to me). It will be hugely successful and I will despair about it as if it's about principles and not just my personal dislike of the programme. It seems to epitomise all that's wrong with the celebrity thing. These people enter this often degrading competition at least partially in order to get on television (I believe there may be prize money involved too, but I'm not sure about that). I'm sure they all realise that they're bound to wind up earning more money from vapid interviews with detestable publications than they will from whatever winnings they may or may not walk away with. Afterwards they're all over the media as though they did something important. Then again, a lot of the people all over the media never did anything important. But I suppose that's my point. Why is it when some knobs sit around in a house for a few weeks we suddenly care what it's like for them to be pregnant or leave their partner or battle with cancer or whatever? Why would we even want to watch them sleeping or having inane conversations anyway? I mean, a lot of the conversations I have with my flatmates are pretty pointless, but seriously, in a fight they'd beat the absolute shit AND piss and probably tears and blood and maybe even earwax out of the conversations these people have. Fucking hell.
Speaking of fucking hell, that was the original title of this entry, but apparently there's restrictions on that. Anyway, my entry titles rarely ever seem to be at all descriptive. Is that a problem? FUCK OFF.
So anyway, Big Brother. Is it not somewhat ominous that the whole concept is named after a device used by a totalitarian regime in a work of dystopian fiction? I suppose you could say similar about Room 101, which I have enjoyed on more than one occasion, but it's hardly the same thing. Room 101 is not real, and is all done in the name of humour. Nothing is actually banished. In Big Brother, though, we are actually watching people. They're not doing much, but it still comes across as a little warped to me. I admit that I watch a lot more stuff happening on TV than actually happens in my own life. But at least that's what I'm doing, rather than watching NOTHING happen on TV. Is it really that exciting to spy? Maybe it is. Maybe I'd get hooked if I gave it a chance. I'd rather not, though.
So, that was a pretty aimless rant. It really did lack a unified focus, didn't it? Oh well. It's some text, and that's what matters. Volume is what's important. Who cares about actual content? To be honest, I'm quite sorry I even acknoweldged the fucking thing. It'll annoy me for months to come, though. Can't they just give it its own channel? Or at least put it on Five. Fucking hell, though. It pisses me off that they can make such a big deal about it. Jesus. What? Oh, I started ranting again. Damn.
My right middle finger hurts. This makes typing slightly painful. I'm alright, though. Don't worry about me. Bastards.
Well I'm sorry that I haven't had much of interest to say recently. Maybe it'd be a bit easier if people weren't demanding to be mentioned. God damn you, mention-demanding people! You're ruining it for everyone!
By the way, I've had about two hundred hits since the name-change. Not a huge amount, but a little more than I was getting before, especially considering the fact that I haven't been updating much. We'll have to wait a bit to see how things pan out.
Oh dear, it sounds like my flatmates are watching it. I'm greatly disappointed.
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1 Comments:
As am i...my flatmates are obsessed and its only just begun *tune in Carpenters* Sorry, very random, but reading your blog has made me think in a very random kind of way. BB (2005) - Minority Edition. To qualify, you must participate in at least two minority groups, unless you are the token middle class north london white boy who has a non-opinion about everything and a gob to prove it, just to stir things up a *little* bit. I like him. He supports Arsenal. Don't take this as an insult, but i'm bored, which is why i am here, reading all of your past blogs/rants. I just havent had the will power to focus on the blocks of writing to prevent reading the same line twice before now. Should probably read from the bottom up, also, but never mind. You're not going to read all my replies anyway. Mainly cos they are going to be reply rants. Next.
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