Laughing out out out out...

Today, I've noticed something. Something I have of course seen before, but it never really bothered me. But today, it triggered something. It triggered endless hatred.
And what would that, that which triggers such emotion? It's "looooool".
I saw a conversation:

Person A: "what a child, probably a jew, haha"
Person B: "who's the jew here? ass!"
Person A: "Him, not me, looooool"

There's two things that really bother me about that, ignoring the content of the conversation.

1. What the fuck is "looooool" supposed to be?
LOL is short for Laughing Out Loud. What does that make of LOOOOOOL? Laughing Out Out Out Out Out Out Loud? When you add "etc" (Et Cetera, "and so on") after summing up a few things, you don't write "eeeeeetc" instead, do you? No, because it doesn't make any sense.
There is no reason or meaning for those extra o's added to "lol". All it does is make you look like a complete retard.

2. Assuming "looooool" is subsitute for "lol", what's so funny to laugh out loud for?
If the "lol" expression is used in valid conditions there, meaning he laughed out loud for that, than what kind of person is he? Yes, a retard.
I guess it doesn't matter wether he uses "looooool" or "lol" then.
I'm fine with the word "lol" and I can accept "lool", because typo's happen.
But 6 o's instead of just one...

"LOL" is starting to lose it's meaning. Rather than being short for "Laughing Out Loud", it has become a word on it's own. (ab)Used in conversations where there's nothing to laugh out loud for, stretched by adding meaningless letters to make it sound more like you're 13 years old.

What am I trying to achieve with this ranting about something that's part of daily internet life, about something that won't disappear because I complain about it?
All that I aim to achieve, all that I hope to achieve, is that YOU will just remember this post the next time you use "lol". All I want you to do is to THINK.

Thank you for withstanding this horrible complaining.

Two very related subjects

So here I am. Sitting in my bed with my laptop on my lap. It's 5 minutes until midnight and I'm listening to some Cage The Elephant songs on YouTube. An excellent situation to think things trough and write on my blog while doing so.

Earlier this evening, I watched a documentary called "Sharkbite Summer". It's shark-month on discovery channel, so there's a shark documentary every evening. This one was rather interesting though.
When you're at the beach and there are sharks swimming at, literally, 5 meters far into the water, would you go for a final swim with your fiancée before going back home? Would you teach your 10y-old son to surf? Would you participate in a surfing contest?
If you have at least a tenth of my ability to estimate situations, which frankly isn't much, then you would not.
Sharks are fish. Sharks have teeth. Fish don't feel sorry for your kid before, while or after they bite a leg off.
I believe sharks don't realize we are humans. How could they, they're fish. But you know, I honestly think they don't really care. They see something that looks tasty, weak and smaller than they are, so they give it a bite. Sure, it's not like every shark that you encounter will bite you. But face it, when a 3 meter long Bull-shark is swimming at a throwing distance from the beach, it's not looking for someone to play hide and seek with. More like tag-your-it (it, or eat, whichever may be more suitable).
So, dear readers, when you're on a holiday at the beach and the place is swarming with news reporters that are pointing their camera's at shark-infested waters, it MAY not be a wise idea to go for a swim.

Now we're on the shark subject, I think it's worth mentioning I have this Australian warning sign that warns for great white sharks. I hung it on my bedroom door. It's awesome.

And now for something completely different.
I play bass guitar. Now don't give me the 'oh it's just a simple guitar' bullshit because it's an entirely different instrument. I play guitar as well so I can tell.
Seriously, why is it that people consider bass to be simple? Sure, it has (usually) got 2 strings less. But it's a lot heavier and the notes are at a greater distance from each other. On top of that, the playing technique is entirely different. You can of course just slam it as hard as you can with your guitar pick, but that's not playing bass. In fact, that's as close to playing bass as a go-kart is to a car. A real bassist plays with his fingers.

So here comes the part where I should come up with some smart conclusion that links shark attacks to playing bass guitar.
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Seriously mate...

Don't touch my fries

It's been a while since I last blogged, again. That's because I've been busy. I've worked a lot of overtime, which becomes exhausting after a month. I wasn't capable of writing something decent, so I didn't write at all. However, now I've finished working and started studying again, so I have time to write blogs.

First of all, I want to make something clear. Touch my food without permission and you'll trigger endless hatred sprung directly from the darkest, most evil parts of my existence.
Yesterdaynight, I went out. It's a custom for me and my friends to end up in a certain chipshop thing called "chick-away". We don't exactly know where that custom originated from, but we like it.
As usual, I ordered french fries with ketchup. However, I didn't really feel well so I took my fries outside to get some fresh air. As I sat there, eating my fries, enjoying the nice evening weather, a bunch of drunk idiots came by. They shouted "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" and one of them threw my fries on my lap, which they found very amusing.
WHY?... WHY was that necessary? What did that accomplish? Sure, to them it was 'funny' and they had a good laugh. But while they probably forgot all about it within the next 15 seconds, I lost my food. My fries were all over the place, my ketchup on my trousers and I was still fucking hungry!
Had I been sober I would have put up a fight, despite the fact there were 5 of them. But since I was at least as drunk as they were, I decided it was wiser not to.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not someone who likes fights. I avoid them at all costs and I don't think I've ever actually been in one. But the rage I felt yesterday night, it was far beyond anything I've felt in the past years. I've been pissed off many, many times and I'm not saying that what they did was 'worse' than those other things that make me angry, but the emotion I felt this time was simply in a way different league.
So, dear readers, if you feel like standing in between me and my food, you'd better have a pretty damn good reason for it.
End of rant.