Spit Fire, Neverending

A Summary of every conversation Crushtor has ever had regarding his heritage with a person of Greek descent

Inspired by a girl I met at DV8, where Beef Jerky Fox played a ripper set

[Tom hands girl his business card. You know, the lulz one. She takes it, eyes it over, chuckles.]
G: So your name is Valcanis? Are you Greek?
T: No, my family comes from Macedonia.
G: So, Greek then.
T: No, they're two different nationalities.
G: Whatever.

Just because some of "my people" choose to talk in over-exaggerated accents, drive V8s and barrack for Collingwood F.C, does not mean we are one and the same. Do you have that much of a persecution complex you have to "conquer" other countries in your mind now? Bitch, please.

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A Momentous Occasion

It's the Olympics opening ceremony! Probably. I'm still laughing at the fact that Western journalists thought that China would relax their totalitarian regime just for them. Whoever said Western culture had a cult of individuality...

This post is pretty barren content-wise, since the only compulsion to make it was to have one on the 8.8.08. And why not!

Another interesting point:

"Eric Berne, the great euhemerus of Transactional Analysis and originator
of social game theory, observed that most people would not be able to tolerate continuous intimacy."

This is my excuse for a parsimony of affection, forever. Rock on, droogies!

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Ride on so Wankerous

I'm sick of haters hanging shit on Dragonforce. Its petty, its unfair and its pretentious. "Oh," they exclaim, "Dragonforce is just so wanky and stupid." Here's a list of my reasons for listening to Dragonforce:

1. They're stupid
2. They're wanky

"But Tom," they retort in shrill nasal tones, "they just talk shit about dragons and fire and shit." Did this arsehole go out and see "Don't Mess with the Zohan" for its exploration of the human condition and its heart-wrenching pathos? No, you saw it because you wanted a cheap laugh. If you want to air guitar, headbang and squeeze your nutsack (or femcrotch) with one hand while holding a beer aloft like He-Man's powerlance in the other, you listen to Dragonforce. Heaping shit on them because you're a wanker that would've rather seen Dragonforce laughing off the idea of forming themselves in the first place is your problem. Not Dragonforce's.

Indie kids who serve up a slice of a slice of suburban life, reconstituted with a side of angst can go fuck themselves. I'd just as rather tape record myself doing fuck all and play it back at trendy cafes and Brunswick St. bars. Dragonforce, if anything, should be commended for making music that casts no illusions on what they're attempting to create. In that case, Hail Dragonforce!

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