Hi, you’ve reached the voiceblog of Miss Nihilist. I’m away from my blog at the moment because well, I have a life and I don’t need to explain myself to you readers (!), so leave me a message after the period.
If you need some sarcasm and Miss Nihilist snark in the meantime, choose from one of the below:
1) I’d rather poke my eyes out with forks.
2) Oh gods, did you see the monstrosity that she’s/he’s wearing? It looks like a dead animal.
3) Beep, beep, beep means I cut you!
4) Snarky Snarkerson says shut the snark up!
5) Fucking dumbass douchebags!
PERIOD.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I've got nothing.
Q: I'm 22, together 18 months with a man, 40. We get along well, but big fights happen when I try to stop his calling another woman three or four times daily over six years (they've never met). They used to have phone sex; he says they're now just friends.
There's a romantic tone to their relationship. He says she has mental problems and he must maintain the fantasy for her. He tells her he loves her. I've broken up with him but keep going back -- he's my first love, first lover. My family says I'm stupid but I cook, clean, spend time with him and have sex with him even when I'm left unsatisfied.
I can't accept her and he's not willing to give her up. He suggested I stop contact with him, and when he's rid of her, he'll tell me. But why can't she wait instead of me?
In Pain
Dear In Pain:
Oh dear. Miss Nihilist is speechless. And that rarely happens – if ever!
Perhaps you should try… no. Maybe if you…. No.
In Pain, you’ve achieved the impossible. You’ve stumped Miss Nihilist.
I’m afraid that I can’t help you, or give you advice. You’re just that pathetic. Much too pathetic to save. Good luck walking and talking at the same time. Have a great life!
There's a romantic tone to their relationship. He says she has mental problems and he must maintain the fantasy for her. He tells her he loves her. I've broken up with him but keep going back -- he's my first love, first lover. My family says I'm stupid but I cook, clean, spend time with him and have sex with him even when I'm left unsatisfied.
I can't accept her and he's not willing to give her up. He suggested I stop contact with him, and when he's rid of her, he'll tell me. But why can't she wait instead of me?
In Pain
Dear In Pain:
Oh dear. Miss Nihilist is speechless. And that rarely happens – if ever!
Perhaps you should try… no. Maybe if you…. No.
In Pain, you’ve achieved the impossible. You’ve stumped Miss Nihilist.
I’m afraid that I can’t help you, or give you advice. You’re just that pathetic. Much too pathetic to save. Good luck walking and talking at the same time. Have a great life!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I just cannot let this go!
You know what? Fuck the high road. I cannot let a simple “short and succinct” statement act as my single response to John Kennedy. In particular, I can’t let “positive aggression” get away.
POSITIVE AGGRESSION?
Positive aggression is an oxymoron. In fact, it’s more than oxymoron. It’s a fucking-doesn’t-make-sense-moron. There is no such thing as positive aggression. Aggression by nature is negative, it’s not a positive force. Punching someone in the face and kicking them in the stomach is not positive! That’s like saying “I have positive murderous tendencies okay? I slaughter people in a good way.” I’M DEXTER FUCKING MORGAN.
“It’s not with the intent to hurt - it’s a way to show support and respect to your scene.”
Okay then, so basically what John Kennedy is saying is that when you punch someone in the face, you’re not “hurting” them, you’re giving them a giant hardcore hug as support for the scene. Yeeeah, that’s shit. That’s absolute shit. That’s some pathetic idiot who makes shit up to justify his actions because he can’t stand the fact that he is a douchebag. If John Kennedy and his posse want to be douchebags, at least have the guts to own up to being jerks. Hiding behind the banner of “positivity through aggression” is taking the pussy approach. In the words of my beloved Pullo: “Juno’s cunt.”
Also, taking a kick to the head, regardless of whether it was intended to hurt, STILL HURTS. My concussion isn’t going to be placated with the knowledge that it was intended as a message of positivity and unity.
“Hardcore isn’t about violence.”
It’s not? Then why the need for aggression? Ahem, positive aggression? Aggression is a by-product of violence! The most perplexing thing about a hardcore pit is this: what motivates people to act like apes in the pit when the music comes on? Hardcore dancing has nothing to do with beats or rhythm, so if it’s not about attacking people, what is it about? I don’t listen to Take That and feel motivated to do scissorkicks and windmills. But then again, I don’t subscribe to any scene that makes excuses to hurt people. I take my positive aggression elsewhere.
“I’m Miss Nihilist. I like to listen to hardcore and write letters to pen pals. Sometimes I read a book, cook, or paint a picture.”
GASP! I’m so out of the hardcore club. I’m not supportive or unified enough for those wild catz.
And it goes without saying: JOHN KENNEDY IS THE BIGGEST FUCKING IDIOT IN THE WORLD. FUCKING BAG OF DOUCHE.
POSITIVE AGGRESSION?
Positive aggression is an oxymoron. In fact, it’s more than oxymoron. It’s a fucking-doesn’t-make-sense-moron. There is no such thing as positive aggression. Aggression by nature is negative, it’s not a positive force. Punching someone in the face and kicking them in the stomach is not positive! That’s like saying “I have positive murderous tendencies okay? I slaughter people in a good way.” I’M DEXTER FUCKING MORGAN.
“It’s not with the intent to hurt - it’s a way to show support and respect to your scene.”
Okay then, so basically what John Kennedy is saying is that when you punch someone in the face, you’re not “hurting” them, you’re giving them a giant hardcore hug as support for the scene. Yeeeah, that’s shit. That’s absolute shit. That’s some pathetic idiot who makes shit up to justify his actions because he can’t stand the fact that he is a douchebag. If John Kennedy and his posse want to be douchebags, at least have the guts to own up to being jerks. Hiding behind the banner of “positivity through aggression” is taking the pussy approach. In the words of my beloved Pullo: “Juno’s cunt.”
Also, taking a kick to the head, regardless of whether it was intended to hurt, STILL HURTS. My concussion isn’t going to be placated with the knowledge that it was intended as a message of positivity and unity.
“Hardcore isn’t about violence.”
It’s not? Then why the need for aggression? Ahem, positive aggression? Aggression is a by-product of violence! The most perplexing thing about a hardcore pit is this: what motivates people to act like apes in the pit when the music comes on? Hardcore dancing has nothing to do with beats or rhythm, so if it’s not about attacking people, what is it about? I don’t listen to Take That and feel motivated to do scissorkicks and windmills. But then again, I don’t subscribe to any scene that makes excuses to hurt people. I take my positive aggression elsewhere.
“I’m Miss Nihilist. I like to listen to hardcore and write letters to pen pals. Sometimes I read a book, cook, or paint a picture.”
GASP! I’m so out of the hardcore club. I’m not supportive or unified enough for those wild catz.
And it goes without saying: JOHN KENNEDY IS THE BIGGEST FUCKING IDIOT IN THE WORLD. FUCKING BAG OF DOUCHE.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Full of shit.
Surfing the internet and I came across this very interesting article about the Edmonton hardcore scene:
John Kennedy is concerned about what you think of hardcore music. As a well known promoter and the guitarist for one of Edmonton’s best hardcore bands, E-Town Beatdown, Kennedy has recently become the de facto face of hardcore in this city. Kennedy isn’t happy about the way hardcore has been characterized as of late; he thinks too much credence is being given to the opponents of hardcore who say that it’s a violent and misogynistic subculture. “Your average person is misinformed about the underground,” he says. “I get these questions a lot.”
Hardcore isn’t about violence claims Kennedy, it’s about solidarity. What happens in the pit is the physical manifestation of this belief in solidarity. “It’s a positive aggression,” he explains. “It’s not with the intent to hurt - it’s a way to show support and respect to your scene.” These sentiments are echoed by another well-known Edmonton promoter, Eli Klein. Klein has been involved in the punk scene for close to a decade and helped bring the hardcore style to Edmonton, though he is admittedly less involved than he once was. Originally, he found himself attracted to the values espoused by the genre. “It was nice to see a level of community [in hardcore] that wasn’t reflected in the punk rock scene,” says Klein. “Positivity through aggression.” Both have heard the criticisms of hardcore before and both don’t buy it. Kennedy likens moshing to the punk culture that spawned it. “There’s a violent aspect to it, just like punk has its violent aspect,” he says. “You can’t have a subculture with no problems. People are always gonna have problems.”
The article goes further to say:
Klein and Kennedy also disagree on whether there is a high level of misogyny within the hardcore community. While Kennedy paints the hardcore scene as the most inclusive of all the scenes in Edmonton, Klein sees it differently. “The mosh [in hardcore] is often gender exclusive,” he says, but adds, “music in general has a gender problem, not just hardcore.”
Miss Nihilist responds:
Now, I could go on and on about John Kennedy here. John Kennedy believes that the hardcore scene – a scene so dominated by violence that I’ve personally witnessed people having their clothes ripped and perfect strangers being thrown to the ground by his “posse” – is about “solidarity” and “positive aggression”. Last time I checked, positive aggression was throwing punches at a boxing bag, not perfect strangers, but okay, I’ll let him get away with that. Hardcore is about “positive aggression”. Check, got it. Then John Kennedy claims that the “hardcore scene is the most inclusive of all the scenes in Edmonton”.
This is where Miss Nihilist’s head literally explodes off her body.
#!@$!@#$@#%$@#$%@#^#$%^#$%^#$%&$%^&#@$%@#%$@#$%@#$%$^$%&$^&$%^*&^*(*^^#$^#%^#$%^#%^#%^#^#%^#&E$
The hardcore scene is the most inclusive of all the scenes in Edmonton?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!! !@#$!@#$@^$#$%^#%^#^!$^$&*%^*!@#!@#!$
I could go on ad nauseum in response to this article but I’ll take the high road and keep it short and succinct instead.
JOHN KENNEDY IS THE BIGGEST FUCKING IDIOT IN THE WORLD. FUCKING BAG OF DOUCHE.
John Kennedy is concerned about what you think of hardcore music. As a well known promoter and the guitarist for one of Edmonton’s best hardcore bands, E-Town Beatdown, Kennedy has recently become the de facto face of hardcore in this city. Kennedy isn’t happy about the way hardcore has been characterized as of late; he thinks too much credence is being given to the opponents of hardcore who say that it’s a violent and misogynistic subculture. “Your average person is misinformed about the underground,” he says. “I get these questions a lot.”
Hardcore isn’t about violence claims Kennedy, it’s about solidarity. What happens in the pit is the physical manifestation of this belief in solidarity. “It’s a positive aggression,” he explains. “It’s not with the intent to hurt - it’s a way to show support and respect to your scene.” These sentiments are echoed by another well-known Edmonton promoter, Eli Klein. Klein has been involved in the punk scene for close to a decade and helped bring the hardcore style to Edmonton, though he is admittedly less involved than he once was. Originally, he found himself attracted to the values espoused by the genre. “It was nice to see a level of community [in hardcore] that wasn’t reflected in the punk rock scene,” says Klein. “Positivity through aggression.” Both have heard the criticisms of hardcore before and both don’t buy it. Kennedy likens moshing to the punk culture that spawned it. “There’s a violent aspect to it, just like punk has its violent aspect,” he says. “You can’t have a subculture with no problems. People are always gonna have problems.”
The article goes further to say:
Klein and Kennedy also disagree on whether there is a high level of misogyny within the hardcore community. While Kennedy paints the hardcore scene as the most inclusive of all the scenes in Edmonton, Klein sees it differently. “The mosh [in hardcore] is often gender exclusive,” he says, but adds, “music in general has a gender problem, not just hardcore.”
Miss Nihilist responds:
Now, I could go on and on about John Kennedy here. John Kennedy believes that the hardcore scene – a scene so dominated by violence that I’ve personally witnessed people having their clothes ripped and perfect strangers being thrown to the ground by his “posse” – is about “solidarity” and “positive aggression”. Last time I checked, positive aggression was throwing punches at a boxing bag, not perfect strangers, but okay, I’ll let him get away with that. Hardcore is about “positive aggression”. Check, got it. Then John Kennedy claims that the “hardcore scene is the most inclusive of all the scenes in Edmonton”.
This is where Miss Nihilist’s head literally explodes off her body.
#!@$!@#$@#%$@#$%@#^#$%^#$%^#$%&$%^&#@$%@#%$@#$%@#$%$^$%&$^&$%^*&^*(*^^#$^#%^#$%^#%^#%^#^#%^#&E$
The hardcore scene is the most inclusive of all the scenes in Edmonton?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!! !@#$!@#$@^$#$%^#%^#^!$^$&*%^*!@#!@#!$
I could go on ad nauseum in response to this article but I’ll take the high road and keep it short and succinct instead.
JOHN KENNEDY IS THE BIGGEST FUCKING IDIOT IN THE WORLD. FUCKING BAG OF DOUCHE.
On your mark, get ready....?
So today, I am feeling paranoid. And annoyed. Why? Because today, I am playing the role of diagonal head. In fact, I am going to be playing the role of diagonal head until I take a visit down to the neighbourhood barbershop and re-join the ranks of the straight heads.
What are the advantages of being a diagonal head? Well….. NOTHING! Nothing except a raging case of paranoia. And I’m of the opinion that having a raging case of paranoia keeps me on my toes. I now have the reflexes of a ninja! HEY-YA!
But I digress. Or do i? I’m not sure that I have a point today, other than I am paranoid and annoyed! I’m also going through a severe case of writer’s block. And I’m hungry! Super duper hungry! Sons of Dis, I am wracked with ailments and complaints!
So I will leave you with some things I’ve learned recently:
1) During a job interview, when asked about your volunteer experience, DO NOT blurt out - all haughtily- “I don’t volunteer!” This will likely diminish your chances of getting the job.
2) Don’t return to the same hairstylist after she doesn’t cut your hair straight. Don’t return to the same hairstylist after she doesn’t cut your hair straight a second time. Don’t return to the same hairstylist after she doesn’t cut your hair straight a THIRD time. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me three times, shame on poncho. “Dump me once, shame on you. Dump me seven times, shame on me.”
3) If you don’t have to go, don’t force it out. You’ll likely tear up your bumhole and still be paying for that mistake 5 days later.
4) Be careful when you invent a game titled “Help me pick out my next book!” It’ll probably be a while before you read a book you’ve actually chosen yourself.
5) Juno’s Cunt is a great way to curse.
What are the advantages of being a diagonal head? Well….. NOTHING! Nothing except a raging case of paranoia. And I’m of the opinion that having a raging case of paranoia keeps me on my toes. I now have the reflexes of a ninja! HEY-YA!
But I digress. Or do i? I’m not sure that I have a point today, other than I am paranoid and annoyed! I’m also going through a severe case of writer’s block. And I’m hungry! Super duper hungry! Sons of Dis, I am wracked with ailments and complaints!
So I will leave you with some things I’ve learned recently:
1) During a job interview, when asked about your volunteer experience, DO NOT blurt out - all haughtily- “I don’t volunteer!” This will likely diminish your chances of getting the job.
2) Don’t return to the same hairstylist after she doesn’t cut your hair straight. Don’t return to the same hairstylist after she doesn’t cut your hair straight a second time. Don’t return to the same hairstylist after she doesn’t cut your hair straight a THIRD time. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me three times, shame on poncho. “Dump me once, shame on you. Dump me seven times, shame on me.”
3) If you don’t have to go, don’t force it out. You’ll likely tear up your bumhole and still be paying for that mistake 5 days later.
4) Be careful when you invent a game titled “Help me pick out my next book!” It’ll probably be a while before you read a book you’ve actually chosen yourself.
5) Juno’s Cunt is a great way to curse.
Friday, August 08, 2008
Hip Hip Hooray!
So… pssst… did you hear? God hates Canada.
He does?! He does!
Why does God hate Canada? Is it because of our sickeningly sweet maple syrup? Our Clamato juice? Is it because of the creation of hockey? Because I swear god, I didn’t invent it! Pamela Anderson? HAH! She’s barely Canadian. Newfies? I don’t know where they came from either…. The maple leaf? Geese? The goddamn toonie?!!
No, God hates Canada because it’s the “Land of the Sodomites.” No seriously.
Eh? okay then. I’d rather have sodomites than have George Bush. Or freakish fundamentalist cults made up of 1 person and his extended family.
So yay for Canada and it’s Sodomites!
He does?! He does!
Why does God hate Canada? Is it because of our sickeningly sweet maple syrup? Our Clamato juice? Is it because of the creation of hockey? Because I swear god, I didn’t invent it! Pamela Anderson? HAH! She’s barely Canadian. Newfies? I don’t know where they came from either…. The maple leaf? Geese? The goddamn toonie?!!
No, God hates Canada because it’s the “Land of the Sodomites.” No seriously.
Eh? okay then. I’d rather have sodomites than have George Bush. Or freakish fundamentalist cults made up of 1 person and his extended family.
So yay for Canada and it’s Sodomites!
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Shit-ucking!
So everyday you learn something new. That’s life right? The ever-growing circle of knowledge that lends itself to your self-consciousness and intellect and……. Oh who the fuck am I kidding? Sometimes you wake up and learn things that you wish you hadn't. Fuck the ever growing circle of knowledge! I want to remain ignorant and stupid!! Here was today’s lesson:
Today I woke up to discover that I have………… Cankles! CANKLES!!!!!!
I. HAVE. FUCKING. CANKLES.
Why god, why?!!! When did I get to the point where I have cankles and didn't notice? I almost feel like I need to take a chisel, pound away at my ankles just to get a very visible, very discernable indent of space to show that yes indeed, I have calves AND ankles.
This just seems unduly cruel. I mean, I've already resigned myself to the fact that I have drumstick thighs that could rival those of mutant turkeys, but to add cankles on top of it all? That just harsh! This is why I don’t believe in god. Because I cannot believe in a higher power that would ever give me cankles! TAKE THAT! HAH!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go complete today's To-Do list: an amalgamation of hiding my face in shame and trying on everything I own to see what has a slimming effect on my newly discovered body part.
Sigh.
Today I woke up to discover that I have………… Cankles! CANKLES!!!!!!
I. HAVE. FUCKING. CANKLES.
Why god, why?!!! When did I get to the point where I have cankles and didn't notice? I almost feel like I need to take a chisel, pound away at my ankles just to get a very visible, very discernable indent of space to show that yes indeed, I have calves AND ankles.
This just seems unduly cruel. I mean, I've already resigned myself to the fact that I have drumstick thighs that could rival those of mutant turkeys, but to add cankles on top of it all? That just harsh! This is why I don’t believe in god. Because I cannot believe in a higher power that would ever give me cankles! TAKE THAT! HAH!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go complete today's To-Do list: an amalgamation of hiding my face in shame and trying on everything I own to see what has a slimming effect on my newly discovered body part.
Sigh.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
String doesn't regenerate, nor does it discriminate!
So it’s me. Nos-Chin. I haven’t been around for a while, I know. It’s been a crazy ride these last few weeks.
First, I got stuck in the car oven for what seemed like years. I think I singed part of my brain away which really frustrates me. For starters, string does not regenerate. I’ve lost valuable neurons and brain connections. Sometimes when I am counting, I blank out. It becomes “1…2….3……8?” This really alarms me. I’ve only been able to count until 12 on a good day, so it appears I have lost 5 good numbers right there! I have it on good authority that women like men with smarts and I am starting to get worried that Nos-Chin just won’t be able to compete. Secondly, my head is the size of an acorn. If I’ve singed part of my brain off….HOW MUCH BRAIN DO YOU THINK I HAVE LEFT?!!!! Not cool, not cool.
Second, I got transferred to a temporary home for a while. It was an interesting experience. It certainly smelled differently where I was. Kinda like spring rolls. Which was fine because Nos-Chin likes his Chinese…er….Hong Kong…. Er…Malaysian…er….Thailand….er…. ASIAN food, but I wasn’t alone. Everywhere I looked, there were countless bears dressed in animal outfits. And they were all so chirpy! We’re talking dogs, and cats, and chicks. I may have even seen a gnome! It was frightening. Shhhh…. Keep this to yourself but…. I think I was on a bestiality fetish farm.
Then, to add insult to injury, I was completely unable to sleep in my new home. You try sleeping when your home keeps going “rrrrrr….KE-TUNK!!!!!...rrrrrr….. ke-tunk……screech screeeeeeeechhh!” It was terrible! If it wasn’t ke-tunking, then it was screeching. I overheard those bozos calling it “The King”. The king of what? Hunk of Junk crappy metal?!
I’ve since been returned to the car oven though it thankfully hasn’t been as hot. I’m beyond grateful for that. I’m not sure I have much more brain cells to kill off. Though I have to admit that I miss the King, weirdly enough. I had my eye on that bear in the seal outfit, and who knows what crazy positions a string doll and a seal could get themselves into? Kama Sutra ain’t got nothing on us! Because you know what? Beggars can’t be choosers, and Nos-Chin? He don’t discriminate. OW!!!!
First, I got stuck in the car oven for what seemed like years. I think I singed part of my brain away which really frustrates me. For starters, string does not regenerate. I’ve lost valuable neurons and brain connections. Sometimes when I am counting, I blank out. It becomes “1…2….3……8?” This really alarms me. I’ve only been able to count until 12 on a good day, so it appears I have lost 5 good numbers right there! I have it on good authority that women like men with smarts and I am starting to get worried that Nos-Chin just won’t be able to compete. Secondly, my head is the size of an acorn. If I’ve singed part of my brain off….HOW MUCH BRAIN DO YOU THINK I HAVE LEFT?!!!! Not cool, not cool.
Second, I got transferred to a temporary home for a while. It was an interesting experience. It certainly smelled differently where I was. Kinda like spring rolls. Which was fine because Nos-Chin likes his Chinese…er….Hong Kong…. Er…Malaysian…er….Thailand….er…. ASIAN food, but I wasn’t alone. Everywhere I looked, there were countless bears dressed in animal outfits. And they were all so chirpy! We’re talking dogs, and cats, and chicks. I may have even seen a gnome! It was frightening. Shhhh…. Keep this to yourself but…. I think I was on a bestiality fetish farm.
Then, to add insult to injury, I was completely unable to sleep in my new home. You try sleeping when your home keeps going “rrrrrr….KE-TUNK!!!!!...rrrrrr….. ke-tunk……screech screeeeeeeechhh!” It was terrible! If it wasn’t ke-tunking, then it was screeching. I overheard those bozos calling it “The King”. The king of what? Hunk of Junk crappy metal?!
I’ve since been returned to the car oven though it thankfully hasn’t been as hot. I’m beyond grateful for that. I’m not sure I have much more brain cells to kill off. Though I have to admit that I miss the King, weirdly enough. I had my eye on that bear in the seal outfit, and who knows what crazy positions a string doll and a seal could get themselves into? Kama Sutra ain’t got nothing on us! Because you know what? Beggars can’t be choosers, and Nos-Chin? He don’t discriminate. OW!!!!
Friday, August 01, 2008
Raindrops on Roses....These are a few of my favourite things....
Life is the funniest thing. Most of the time things seem so dismal and gloomy. The world has been stripped of colour. We are all automatons walking around, arms a-swaying, legs a-walking, just moving from point A to point B because that is what is expected of us. Your neighbour waves at you, you wave back and smile brightly. Inside you’re seething because he’s left his dogs out in his backyard again, keeping you awake all night, and you’re muttering obscenities at him under your breath. Rinse and repeat with co-workers, retail attendants, etc… You get wound up in the morning with the appropriate amount of spring and energy to get you through the entire day, only to crash and burn in your bed at night.
And sometimes when you’re down and out, and you’ve reached the end of your rope, something happens to make you realize there is so much beauty to be had in the smallest gestures, the smallest actions, the smallest things. Suddenly? Life is bright again. You’re smiling. You’re laughing. You genuinely mean that wave when you see your neighbour. There’s an extra jump in your step, a lighter feeling in your chest.
So in light of recent events, and the realization that human beings are capable of the most inhuman, cruel, and incomprehensible actions, I want to take a moment and reflect on some good things in life.
Here are some of the things that make me glad to be alive:
- My poncho’s hugs
- Sushi
- Books
- beat union, rise against, alexis, and enduring magic of music
- BSG! And other great tv
- Azure and my apparently never ending legion of nephews
- The Book Thief
- Nos-Chin
If I thought hard enough, they could probably be another million other little things that make me happy. On any given day there is so much beauty to be found in the most impossible of places – so much beauty that it leaves me breathless and speechless. And today, Miss Nihilist just needed a gentle reminder of the good things in the world.
Oh, you in the back – shut your face. The Miss Nihilist patented Snark will commence its regularly scheduled programming soon.
And sometimes when you’re down and out, and you’ve reached the end of your rope, something happens to make you realize there is so much beauty to be had in the smallest gestures, the smallest actions, the smallest things. Suddenly? Life is bright again. You’re smiling. You’re laughing. You genuinely mean that wave when you see your neighbour. There’s an extra jump in your step, a lighter feeling in your chest.
So in light of recent events, and the realization that human beings are capable of the most inhuman, cruel, and incomprehensible actions, I want to take a moment and reflect on some good things in life.
Here are some of the things that make me glad to be alive:
- My poncho’s hugs
- Sushi
- Books
- beat union, rise against, alexis, and enduring magic of music
- BSG! And other great tv
- Azure and my apparently never ending legion of nephews
- The Book Thief
- Nos-Chin
If I thought hard enough, they could probably be another million other little things that make me happy. On any given day there is so much beauty to be found in the most impossible of places – so much beauty that it leaves me breathless and speechless. And today, Miss Nihilist just needed a gentle reminder of the good things in the world.
Oh, you in the back – shut your face. The Miss Nihilist patented Snark will commence its regularly scheduled programming soon.
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