Folks, I’m not going to lie when I say a lot of things piss me off about the world. Everywhere you look things are getting worse. I’m not trying to be pessimistic, it’s just the way things are. War, famine, insane natural disasters, the butchering of the ending of Lost. It’s hard not to wonder how we’re going to make it to the next century. If we do, it’s going to take some serious cognitive reformations before anything changes.
Now before we get into some serious existential discussion about the meaning of life, I want to talk about what’s on the top of my list that needs to be dismantled: religion. In all seriousness, how has organized religion ever done anything other than increase the size of the vatican’s purse? Although I could go on a rant for days about it, I’ll let Saint Carlin do it for me:
Hello friends. As usual my duties as Prince of the Internet are eating up absolutely all of my time, but this is why I maintain a cadre of Correspondents to do my dirty work for me and keep you entertained. Today State of Affairs brings you the story of one geek on a trek to restore sanity and/or fear with Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert. Correspondent Will Perkins serves up his experiences at the rally. Will can usually be found editing and contributing to the fantastic nerd-themed blog DorkShelf, so when you’re done here, go check him out there. Without further ado, we proudly present…
Hello friends. It’s been far too long since we had one of our little chats, and for that I’m deeply sorry. State of Affairs isn’t defunct, but we’re in a period of serious change, and as a result my myriad responsibilities as Prince of the Internet have taken me elsewhere and will continue to do so for the foreseeable future. With that said, I’m going to make more of an effort to keep content coming on SoA, either personally or courtesy of my network of Correspondents in the form of guest blogs. Thanks for your patience; I really do appreciate it.
Thanks to the lovely long weekend afforded Canadians, I had a fair bit of time on my hands over the last few days, so I spent it wandering around Toronto. It’s relaxing and it gets me out of the dark, oppressive hovel I live in, so I figured it was worth braving the smog. But when I was walking down Queen Street this caught my eye:
Time to put the kids to bed and forgo the usual pasty preamble, my dear readers, because I’m going to get right into it today.
Seven days. Seven entire days with absolutely nothing to write about. Oh, I’m sure I could have found something, but frankly nothing really tickled my fancy, so I spent some time doing guest posts at Turning Down The Suck instead.
Blech. I woke up this morning with the unpleasant taste of patriotism in my mouth thanks to Monday’s sanctimonious post about the Olympics, so I immediately started looking for something more palatable to write about today. Thankfully, Correspondents James Herbert and Diana Poulsen came through for me with three stories generously spiced with my favourite palate-cleansers: jaw-dropping confusion and unadulterated rage. So let’s not waste your time, or mine:
Oh, the Sexy, Sexy French