Sometimes fantasy really is better than reality....

The concept: To take a fickle -(I declare that KFC is the most fickle of the fastfood chains.. when their burgers are bad- oh man theyre bad, but when theyre good, theyre oh so good)...Anyway back to the concept.

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The concept: to take a fickle pre-existing burger and give it a new lease on life(for a one month promo period). Finally i was hungry and deluded enough to swing by a KFC and put some of their greasy mittens in my stomach- Besides i had been punishing myself and hadnt eaten KF since a certain sniffy free golf trip.

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As i pulled into the drive thru i decided on a whim (always a mistake- i promise never to go against the Twister again) to try out this new accomplishment in the world of burgers. A KFC Nacho Burger. Sounds brilliant to me.

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I made the 2-3 minute journey home and ploughed straight into the treat knowing full well that if i left it too long the enjoyment of the burger would rapidly decline at a feverishly high exponential rate.

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What i tasted was nothing like i had expected.After opening up my burger with the patience of a bomb technician as not to disturb the flavour i made several observations. The salsa was no more than one teaspoon(not heaped) and off to one side and the chips consisted of 3- THREE- shaped roughly the same size as a 50 cent piece- perhaps a sniffy bigger. Obviously the fact that the burger was cold and small does not go in the burgers favour.

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Ah i blame myself really- what was i thinking.

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Overall i give this burger a 3/10

and myself a 2/10 for not learning my lesson from the last time KFC had a promo burger.

Jesus and those dreaded sweatmongs.....

With Sweatmongs being the latest 'must have' in the world of fashion, i thought it would be an appropriate time to cast my mind back to the days of old, before sweatmonging was cool. I took the luxury of casting my mind back as far as i could until i came to a point where i just couldnt continue thinking anymore. My mind was anchored. i had found the pinnacle and, dare i say it, the original sweatmong.

Jesus Christ.

Pictured right>> Our biblical hero, nay, maestro, can be seen demonstrating the correct grip for a demon-like inswinging yorker that would have had moses trembling in his sandals.

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But anyway, this is not about Jesus bowling from the cathedral end- it's about his time spent with the dreaded sweatmongs.

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According to the Gospels, Jesus was raised from the dead on the third day after his crucifixion. And this is the moment in history that i want to discuss- sure historians have exhausted a vast many a topics in regards to our comrade Jesus, but there is one that i feel has been overlooked.

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The dreaded Sweatmongs.

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After all that time chilling (as opposed to hanging(surely this cool cat smoked weed-a weed nap perhaps?)) what would the final crucial minutes have been like before he came out and reappeared. What would have been going through his mind? Thoughts, no doubt, such as 'will these people believe me?' 'what will they say' etc etc... but what i really want to know is, how did he handle the sweatmongs. Yes, he was the son of 'god' but surely he was human enough to be sketching. Of course my thinking does not stop there, what then would he have done with such sweaty sweatmongs? Surely he couldnt wipe it on his clothes. Jesus has been chilling in a dusty tomb for days, a wipe of the sweatmongs on the old tunic would have lead to large noticable stains on his shirt...

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So where did Jesus go from here? what did he do with the mongs? We may never know and that is the greatest tragedy of all, especially for all those faithful followers who wear the "what would jesus do?" bracelets.

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God forbid these people ever get sweatmongs, it may just be too much to for them...

Amputechture, Vermicide and other funny sounding words...

The week just gone was a good week. It was one of those weeks that doesn't come around very often. There is nothing quite like the excitement that coarses through the essence of my being when some fresh new sounds are made available from one of my many adored and cherished musical outfits. For those of you who are not educated on the Mars Volta, there are no words that I could use to even begin to explain what goes on when these guys write music. The Mars Volta are back with their 3rd studio effort - Amputechture, and anyone who truly feels this band could not possibly be disappointed.

The one thing that I love the most about these guys is the way in which they completely throw out the window any traditional structure as far as "songs" and "albums" go. Their records are more like a churning soundscape which contains a hybrid of manic guitar work, completely and utterly god-like drumming and a unique mood which would be impossible for any other group of musicians to create. Rest assured, if you like your albums straight down the line, and your songs in verse-chorus-verse format, you will be challenged to breaking point. However the open minded and thrill-seeking listener will find oneself thouroughly immersed, and left dumbfounded and confused at how music as bold, intricate and outrageously syncopated as this can manifest itself from the minds of men.

2006 has been a pretty good year album wise, and the Mars Volta have just cranked it up a notch for me. I'm only just getting warmed up with this one.

Bring on December 4 @ Thebbie. Can't wait to open the eyes of my peers to this new and incomprehensible world of noise.

Almost at the end of another far too short weekend,

Moff

Good old Georgie George...

I find it overwhelmingly sad that people are aware of the propoganda and have been for quite sometime and yet nothing has changed. If anything it has gotten worse.

Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother's holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed... and this being fed, it's worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what's in your mind. With everyone's imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.

from Chuck Palahniuk's novel Lullaby

I had a argument with someone the other day who argued that the Government was right in certain actions because it was inline with the law. Excuse me if i missed the point of democracy, but is our role, nay our right, in democracy not to challenge these laws? And when the Government takes actions to make it impossible, if not illegal, to challenge and protest about certain legislations or actions, wouldnt it be fair to say that democracy has failed us?

maybe im just a dreamer....

imagine...

Truely, our freedom's consuming itself.