Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?

And another thing...

Why does everyone like bananas? Seriously, they're awful, awful foodstuffs. They smell friggin' awful and banana milkshakes make me physically gag. I'm led to believe that bananas are the most popular fruit in the world. Above apples, above strawberries. Bananas. They're edible yellow penises. And everyone seems to eat them. All the time, everywhere I go. I swear I cannot go one fucking day without seeing a banana. In fact, come to think of it...many fruits smell quite bad. Oranges, for instance, you can smell them a fucking mile away. I think it's impossible for one to go a single day without fruit being partially involved.

Another thing that I find to be very strange is that many people watch I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here!, but Big Brother is a big pile of shit to them. This I don't understand. It's the same basic principle: no-hopers stuck in a place and have to survive by doing various tasks. There are only minor differences...of course, I'm being hypocritical. I love Big Brother but can't stand 'I'm A Celeb...'
I'm unsure what it is that makes it so crap. I suppose it's the tasks. In 'I'm A Celeb...' they have to do some fucking stupid things. I don't know what would bring someone to want to eat a kangaroo's testes. I don't know why someone would want a scorpion shower. Big Brother's a bit more mild, a bit more concentrated.

Anyway, I'm done ranting...I'm not really, I just can't be arsed.
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Don't Use Comic Sans...

And another thing...

I don't understand why people love snow so much...what is it that is so appealing about running around in the cold and throwing mutant water at people? Of course I love snowball fights, they're great fun...but having spent 4 weeks with snow; it's become a cumbersome carpet of fucking sludgy crap. Snow becomes ice. Quickly. People say to me: "I love the snow" one week later that sentence becomes "I hate the snow". Snow is one those things in life that I wish would just
fuck off.
In fact, I think many people do. The weather in England is very temperamental, isn't it? One day the Sun is beaming down on us, the next it's raining everywhere. The weather changes all the time, and it reflects in people's opinions as well, I suppose. People's opinions change daily, based on their mood, which could indeed be based on the weather. The Sun is apparently meant to make morale high amongst people, whereas the rain makes the morale low...
Which only reminds me of a conversation with someone I had earlier. We were discussing MacBooks, he has an aluminium MacBook and I have a white MacBook. He said "I don't know why you'd buy a white MacBook, they're so cheap and plastic."
How fucking pretentious do you have to be?
I have been using Macs my whole life, as my parents are Mac users as well. So when I got my MacBook, I decided to get it in white, as it was reminiscent of how Macs should be. White. "Cheap"? "Cheap"? It was £750, which is hardly cheap.
I also don't understand how people can prefer Windows to Mac. How? I don't know. Windows laptops are ugly. UGH. Awful. MacBooks are pristine and pretty. And Windows 7, that is just a downgraded Mac. The adverts say "Now you can see what you're doing, when you're doing it"...it's a called a fucking "dock". They've had it on Macs for a long time now. Besides, everyone loves Apple, whether you like it or not. Whenever my friends go to town, on Facebook there will be millions of pictures of them posing in the Apple Store. They must look like pricks. Luckily, whenever I go to town with my friends, if we visit the Apple Store it would be to buy something or look at prices. Never will I go to town and take pictures on Photo Booth.
Anyway...

I'm done ranting...I'm not really, I just can't be arsed
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The View From The Afternoon

I watch my brother play The Saboteur on his PS3 and I realize, I'm really bored. No, really bored. Like you have no idea. It's a Sunday, so I should be hoping something happens and school is off tomorrow...but I'm not. I realized earlier while tweeting on Twitter;

no one's fucking listening.

My friend gave up tweeting recently because it was a pointless nowhere hole. However, I still tweet quite often and even though no one's listening, I can still believe that people are listening. To many people, Twitter is a pointless, stalking website for those who have nothing better to do than to find out what Stephen Fry or Barack Obama is doing...I don't quite know what it is that makes Twitter so appealing; I decided to create a Twitter account one Business Studies lesson, where all we were learning is that the teacher can't teach, and chavs can't learn. It's definitely a growing hobby...definitely. Many of my friends have started up an account for Twitter, expecting it to be much like the friendly, chatty website Facebook. Twitter was, in fact last year named "Facebook of 2010".

Piss off.

Of course it's not. It's not social networking is it. And you're a pitiful fool if you think that. I remember one Gadget Show installment, Jason Bradbury was against Gail Porter: Twitter vs Facebook. They had to collect as many people as they could in a park and decide which is the alpha-site. Twitter won. Sums it up? Twitter is for a quick, five minute check at what others are doing, and you tweet to let others know what you are doing. It's not exactly a hobby, like some die-hard Facebook nerds, but Twitter will soon, probably, be an important website in general society...and I do feel sorry for those "Facebook nerds". Spending their spare time joining groups, becoming fans of some shitty advert with a CGI dancing baby. Their problem.

However, those who are not on Facebook...

Many people spend their time on "addictive" games like CoD (or Call of Duty to normal people) or World of Warcraft. I myself have a fair amount of games, but to my recollection, I've never been addicted to a game as my friends and brother have to Call of Duty. In fact, I don't think I've ever been more addicted to a game than Sonic the Hedgehog back in the days of Standard Definition TVs, Sega Saturn and Y2K panic.

To be fair, I don't see the point in "CoD"...watching my brother play it is quite an inspiration. Yes, it is. An inspiration to do something with my life. Sure, he's got a job and is doing well at school...but his social life is 75% playing "CoD" and talking to his friends with a mobile headset. Walking past his bedroom door the other door the other day, I thought he was going mad shouting "YOU BLEW ME UP!" and "You're right, that is funny"...like some crazy schizophrenic. But then, I think "CoD" is just a fad...like Pokémon cards or Beyblade. Ah...Beyblade. Memories come back into the mind. Once, my Mum confiscated my Beyblade because I hit her with it...strange things, memories. I never really do understand why we remember some things. There are, indeed, some things I wish I'd just friggin' forget. But there are some that I'll cherish until I die, or until I suffer quite severe amnesia. Which is a possibility - you never do know until it happens. Which just makes me think: what is life going to be like in 10 years when I'm verging on 25. Maybe there will be robots, hover cars that are available to public. And don't get me started on those fucking "hover" cars that float on water. They're called fucking motorboats! These ones just look like cars. Jesus.

Anyway, I'm reminded of a story my Dad once told me...he was born in 1962; when he was about 10 or so, his teacher gave his class an exercise to illustrate life as it would be in 2000. He said things about robots, aliens, hover cars ... which brings to mind Futurama.

It's a strange thought that 30 years on from Dad's crude drawing of the future (which is now the past) to be quite far from the truth. I do wonder if I were to draw a scene of Cambridge in 2040...strange thoughts occur.

Anyway...

I'm done ranting...I'm not really, I just can't be arsed.

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