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Tastes like... Purple!

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Hi. Well, however you happened across this place, I bid you welcome. Hopefully you'll find something here that's somewhat entertaining, but this place is a jumble of random crapola, so you may have to rummage for something of use.

Anyway, if you got the time and inclination, leave a little piece of your existance here... Oh, and perhaps you'd give me your opinion on whether things can, in fact, taste like purple. I and select few that I know think they can. You'll be happily eating some E-number riddled diabetes-inducing goodies, and suddenly you've got one you can't pinpoint a specific taste on. And the only word you can think of to describe the flavour is purple. ...Yes? ...No? Lemme know?
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Be warned...

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I'd like you to comment here. Say whatever you like - but understand that this is at your own peril. I will not be held responsible for offence taken, so do so at your own risk.

I will not tell you why it is a risky thing. Whether you decide to chance it or not is totally up to you.
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Ya Know What Really Grinds My Gears?

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Once upon a time, there was a word. This word was feminist. It used to mean equality for women. The right to vote, equal wages... And the word was good.

Along came the militant "feminists", who stole away the word to put the men-hating nature behind it to mask it. And so, a word was raped and pillaged. And the world wept.

There's a particular type of "feminist" I particularly hate. Specifically, those who drone on and on about objectifying women and how it's wrong and disgusting, only to drool over Heat's Torso Of The Week, eyes bulging. The ones who are outraged at men for looking at women as just body parts... unless, of course, the men turn their attentions to THEIR body parts in which case they're flattered, and reveling in the attention as much as possible, not able to see that they're doing the same thing to them as the women she's gotten so very furious about.

This is not feminism. This is jealousy and insecurity. I don't wanna hear any argument about this point, that's what it is, pure and simple.

Women are bitchy little creatures. They can form lifelong bonds with their girlfriends, be the best and most trustworthy pals ever, but down at their core, most wish to be more desirable than their friends, and will get rather pissed if that doesn't happen. That's... Pathetic.

She says she is brains, not just a body, but the fact of the matter is, she can't help but revel in the gazes upon her.

Personally, I've no problem with women being objectified, to a degree. I mean, women are just as bad, if not worse, than men. Take stripping. Male audiences, female audiences. Both step outta line and grab what they shouldn't. Both can get rather brutal and physical. Fact is, there are more cases of women hurting male dancers by frenzied grabbing and mauling than there are men.

They drool over male body parts just as much as the men drool over females... It's just the men are more socially allowed to broadcast it.

Some actress shows her breasts in a movie. Big deal. I don't see you complaining about male full frontal nudity. At least some of us are consistent - I don't need to see Brad Pitt's ass, or anybody's. I don't get offended - I just don't need to see it. Gratuitous shots in movies piss me off a little, but the fact is that sex sells, to both men and women alike.

Of course, it's a bit different if someone is attached and drooling over other people constantly, without any regard for their partner, but again, women do that just as much. Men are just more public about it. Some of them aren't even all that bothered, some try to fit in with the rest because it's drilled into their heads that that's the way it should be. As long as respect is maintained, don't bitch. And it is possible to find someone sexually attractive and still respect them. All of the successful relationships in the world prove it to be possible.

Just stop bitching because you're jealous that you're not the piece of meat. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. I'm a jealous type, but I readily admit that is because I'm incredibly insecure about myself. I'm working on it. And I'm nothing close to being a hottie, but you know what? I don't care, because the one person I want to find me attractive, sexy, does.
Why would I want anyone else to?

Thought of the week

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It really hurts when you are cleaning the worktop where your fridge has been sitting for almost two months, the same surface you have cleaned twice a day for that time, you end up doing something stupid and pushing your hand forward slightly diagonally to both ram your fingers underneath a narrowing space and hit the back foot of the damn thing at speed and force, leaving half of the nail on your index finger slightly unattached from the flesh, so sore and swollen you can't move it, and then, the following day, to repeatedly end up smacking the damn thing in just the right place, the one place it does and will hurt (seeing as you've tested your capabilities, you're a naturally curious sort) over and over again accidentally while performing careful tasks so that as you're unable to sleep well your brain does not handle pain and such so well in its exhausted state, making for a digit throbbing painfully as you're trying to finally rest your weary head.

What's In Your Fridge?

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Can you tell I'm bored?

THE RULES:
Link to who tagged you.
Post the rules.
List everything currently in your refrigerator.
Tag 3 people to do the same.

THE TAG:
3 Medium free-range eggs
A little bit of Red Leicester cheese
A tiny bit of Flora spread
Homemade cheesecake
Chicken boobies
Broccoli
Broad beans
Some Flakes and a small bag of Buttons
Some sage and onion turkey
A big hotdog thingy that Mik likes
Some cheese slices
A tiny bit of milk
A can of V
Salad Cream
Mayo
Half of a questionable lettuce
2 bottles of Coke (one diet, one fat)
Some Vimto
A pack of Muller 1-a-Day yoghurts that I bought today
A few red grapes
A banana.

That's it! Hmmm, you can tell it's the end of the week. All the good stuff has been eaten :lol: .

THE VICTIMS:
Stomyr .
Kitty .
Darko .

And don't bitch! This is probably the quickest, easiest tag yet p: .

Ya Know What Really Grinds My Gears?

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I get angry at the constant change of the meanings of words. I'm probably going to do a series of them, one by one. Possibly. And by getting angry about the meanings of words, I mean the cause for their shift in definition. This time, it's a word which is apparent all the time.

It's not wrong to love your country. To be proud of where you come from. Not at all. But the word, "Patriot" has evolved from a nice, honourable word into a derogatory term. I'll give you a few of my own, personal examples:

A few years back, we were unfortunate enough to have a rather idiotic drunkard as a housemate. He drank at least 4 litres of chemical-only cider a day. And he thought that Britain was so wonderful. I quote, "No way. If we went to war with America, just us and them, we'd win. I'm not kidding. We'd definately win, because we're better."

Say what??! Look at the population difference between the two. Now look at the military population. And now look at weapons manufacture and sale. Look at finances. Pretty much every resource. Who's got the very large upper hand? Right. We tried to explain this to the freak, but he was adamant, and actually thought we were stupid.

The town we used to live in (incidentally, where said drunkard lived) is rated in the top ten crap towns of England. It is the arson capital, it's crime rate rises, it's exam pass rate drops... It is a cancerous polyp on the anus of the world. I'm not joking. The inhabitants talk in chav, they are incredibly stupid (taking five minutes to calculate change on an electric till has happened numerous times, also they struggle to read) and yet, they think their town is the be-all and end-all of the universe. They think it's bloody Rome!

All the instances of people supporting the war in Iraq. Hate to break it to ya, but nobody's a hero. Sorry. I'll give you a minute to mash the keyboard with your head in angry response.

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Finished? Good. Okay. Now think about the tyrannical leaders in other countries. Can't we help them? Of course not. For one, there's nothing valuable to siphon. Secondly, these countries might actually have the resources to fight back, and we don't want an ACTUAL war, do we? No! We just want to force our way into a country that we feel is an easy take, under the guise of heroism, to basically, pillage, and kill anything nearby.

Who are we to invade next? Zimbabwe? Mugabi's as bad as Hussein... But there's nothing to be gained financially, right?
Nobody would dare invade America, even though George Bush is a fucking tyrant. So don't fucking stand there and act like a hero because you were lied to/having a field day with brutality/too blind to see.

Patriotism, REAL patriotism, is feeling proud without being blinded. Rather the same way love is indescribable, without it being blind also, oblivious to faults right in front of your eyes.

I'm not proud of my country. But I don't hate it entirely either. (The anti-patriotism is just as stupid) . I like the weather here. We get a bit of everything. Our healthcare could be better, but at least we're not paying out of our asses for an x-ray. I don't like Gordon Brown, but things could be far worse.

Kimmie's Final Thought:
I think people need to open their eyes away from the media and public figures, even family members enforcing their own beliefs, and gather their own opinions on everything. The world could be so much better if we weren't so afraid to think.

Stranger


I was going to write a small story around this little idea, but I decided on a poem again. The words flowed much more smoothly once I decided on my form. That said, this is really not one of my better ones. This is a hashed together rambling from my tired brain
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Stranger

For once in life you bear your soul
To show your vulnerable side
Then take it back with a heart of coal
And it appears that the truth was a lie.

You've hidden so long you're lost and alone
From yourself and those that you let near
And meaningless is the side you've shown
The side that holds all of your fear.

Take it away, take it back
To undo what you have done
You're shoving and pushing
And it's all my fault -
You're forever on the run.

You've locked it away, now it's falling apart
You're sure that you'll fix it again
Pretend that you never poured out your heart
Fool yourself out of showing your pain.

You can't undo what you have done or have said
So why do you act like it's not there?
Stop rebuilding the wall that's inside your head
And pretending like you don't even care.

Take it away, take it back
To put barriers up once more
You're blocking and shielding
And parrying so much
You forget what you opened up for.

You've confounded and puzzled me
I feel that I don't know you
I think perhaps I never did.
You've been so concerned with me
And how I'd react
No wonder you always hid.

And now I don't know what to say or to do
Even though I always kind of knew,
I don't even know if I'll ever know you!
Or if, in fact, you even want me to...

I just make it worse
Every day is so hard
I push and I pull
And I've left us so marred
It won't ever end
And I've made us both scarred...

I don't know who I am
I feel miles apart
Can't find anything now
I don't know where to start
And I've ruined your life
With my head and my heart

So I write you this letter, in the hopes you will mend
As now I shall fix this, as my life draws to an end.
Forget me, and please do not shed any tears,
And only remember - I robbed you of these years...

(c) Kimmie 2008

Music Of The Week

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In 2001, Drowning Pool screamed it's way onto the radar of the Rock community with it's debut single, Bodies, from the album, Sinner. The next single released from this album was one of the main themes in one of the Wrestlemanias - Tear Away. This is how I first found this band.

It was only a month ago that I was able to recollect enough information to track down the song title. I didn't remember any of the lyrics or the score, just that it was shouty and tuneful. Anyway, I found it, and found a love for the entirety of Sinner. It's my entire playlist lately.




Drowning Pool have so far released three albums, each with a different vocalist - Dave Williams, (pictured third left above) the original vocalist, died on the tourbus in 2002 from heart problems, so for their second album, Desensitized, released in 2004, Jason Jones (pictured second left below) was the lead vocalist.




After this, he left to form a new band. Admittedly, I've only heard one song from that album, and I don't know if I'll pursue it or not. It's growing on me.

Something happened in 2005 that was a dream come true for many.




Ryan McCombs (ex-frontman for SOiL, pictured third left above) was to be fit in place for new vocalist. This seems to be a partnership made in heaven - They released the album Full Circle in 2007, and fans of Drowning Pool, SOiL, or just fans of the genre seem to be beside themselves with their affections for this. I decided to grab a song from this album, and I think it's one of the best songs I've ever heard in my entire life. Honestly.

Their sound has changed rather drastically from album to album, but it always seems to work.

I'm out to get Full Circle today, if I can find it. It's not often I'll hear one song and love it so much I'll HAVE to have the album as soon as possible. The name of the song? Enemy. You can see it on YouTube here:
Puteys go here - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gLxsQAU2uI

Phonies go here - http://m.youtube.com/details?v=_gLxsQAU2uI&warned=1&v2=1&locale=en_US


My eyes are firmly on these guys and I'll never lose them again.