Monday, March 31, 2008

Monday Morning Asshole




Welcome to the newest feature of Can I Live? I kinda just thought of this so bear with me. My plan is to identify and ultimately extrapolate upon a particularly noteworthy asshole each Monday morning, fresh for you 9-to-5-ers to feast upon as you loot and pillage your respective corporations of their collective lifeblood by refusing to be productive. I like it. So yeah...Monday Morning Asshole is all about choosing some nincompoop to showcase once a week for y'all to shat upon via les internets. I did a shiteload of research for this (read: spent 30 seconds) and came up with nothing, which means it must be a slow week for assholes. Eventually I decided to showcase yours truly for the inaugural column. After all, what better way to acclimate oneself with my fans, especially given my previous Goddamnit post, than to choose myself as the Asshole of the Week?

I know what you're thinking: someone of my Epicurean tastes being an asshole? Never happen. Not necessarily true, unfortunately. Ask your mom, she'll tell you. She'll tell you I'm the best she ever had; I'm better than your Dad, but I'm rambling. I'm still an asshole. More specifically, I am the incarnation of inappropriate behavior. It's not my fault, dagnabbit! I am, quite simply, a product of my environment. Regardless, plenty of decent citizens would not err on the side of caution in describing my antisocial tendencies. "Cunt" comes to mind for many of them. Fuck them. I am who I am and damn proud of it. Doesn't matter in the long run...congratulations. You are an asshole!

Goddamnit


Midway through my second bottle of wine earlier tonight I got an excellent idea. I was watching 101 Most Unforgettable SNL Moments on E! I was kind of hungry, so I decided to raid my pantry. After a quick perusal of my choices I settled on the last of my Easter candy, the chocolate bunny you see above this text. As an added bonus, I'd learned that chocolate is a wonderful pairing with many red wines, including the '05 Shiraz I was drinking (and those of you who know me know how much I love pretending to be "cultural"). Anyway, as I went to separate chocolate from wrapper I saw the absurd likening of an overly joyous Easter bunny. It moved me. Immediately my mind wandered to corporate meetings and artistic development committees (if they exist; fuck you, I'm drunk) fleshing out the happy mascot for their new line of Easter candy. Why is this bunny so happy? What was their thought process? What were they thinking?!?
My original plan for this post at that time was simply to upload this pic with the title of the post being "Just because, alright!" but, unbeknownst to me, problems would arise. I figured the operation would consist of me writing "Gaaaayyyy!!!" on a Post-it note, cutting it into the shape of a thought bubble, and snapping a picture. I borrowed my roommate's digital camera. This post would be quicker than a trip to Germany! Little did I know I would once again be foiled by technology. This shorter-than-a-German-scheisse operation became Operation Iraqi Freedom: too much time and energy for not enough fucking payout. It took me motherfucking twenty minutes to snap a couple sub-par pictures. Eventually I gave up, returning the camera to my roommate. Luckily he took pity on me, offering to finish the job. It took him literally twelve seconds, creating a final product way better than I could've dreamed up, let alone created myself.
If you're reading, Ruice, thank you. You are my hero (no homo). I'm extremely happy with the way it turned out. Still, I can't help but think about the absurdity of the situation. All this heartache just to make you people happy. I hope you are. You know what makes me angry? Things. THINGS MAKE ME ANGRY!

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Baby Names

I posted this on my Myspace blog last month, but fuck it. It's good shit.

Well, I just took a shower and it felt GREAT. Who knew? I'm more than a little upset one of you didn't inform me sooner. Anyway, while I was scrubbing this filthy lifestyle off my body I got to thinking of baby names. Now you might be thinking, "Justin, why are you concerned about baby names now? You're not married and you don't have a girlfriend." To which, I reply, "Thanks, asshole, for keeping my loser status fully updated. Though I don't have any baby maker prospects at this juncture (thankfully on the baby end; I can hardly take care of myself), that is a lot of hullabaloo. It's never too early to come up with the perfect set of names for your kids."

I am a firm believer that every person controls their own destiny. With that in mind, I've always wanted to select names for my kids that will truly represent who they'll grow up to be. My son must be a born winner who commands respect, and is prepared to take it by force if necessary. The names I choose must purport his excellence and asskickery. Therefore, if I have a son I will name him:

Agamemnon Mephistopheles

Both names fully describe my unborn son's asskickery, don't they? No? You're wrong. Few men have kicked more ass than Agamemnon or Mephistopheles. The former was king and general of the Greek armies during the Trojan War, who sacrificed his daughter to the gods in exchange for favorable winds for his ships. Talk about making the tough decisions and getting the fucking job done! The latter is the devil to whom Faust sold his soul in exchange for knowledge and power. He is crafty, powerful, and sardonic – all preferred traits for my boy.

Now if it is decided (karmically speaking) that I am to have a girl, I would want her names to connote the type of person I believe she'd grow up to be as well. My daughter would likely display a level of fuckery that could only earn her the name:

Yum Yum Gumdrop Vermin

For clarification, Yum Yum Gumdrop is the full first name. Vermin is her middle name. I like Yum Yum Gumdrop because it rolls off the tongue. Plus, what if I impregnate an Asian hooker? I'm just trying to be thorough here. After all, success is 75% preparation. I wanted a name like Vermin as her middle name, in case she didn't like her first name and decided, like some people, to go with her middle name in school and whatnot. No chance, Yum Yum Gumdrop! Your brother is the crafty one. You'll stick with the name I gave you and like it.

So there it is. Clearly I've given this a lot of thought, and it shows. It's ok to be jealous. It is not, however, ok to steal my names. They're mine. And it's not like I won't find out. Because I will. Anyway, let me know what you think, though I doubt any of your feedback will change my mind. And ladies: unbelievable as it may seem, yes, I am available for dating!

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Weekly Poll Wednesdays!!!

I'd have to say the inaugural edition of Weekly Poll Wednesdays went pretty well. The number of respondents was modest, but the sample set was skewed by the fact that most of the country, and the world for that matter, have yet to discover the sheer gulliness that is Can I Live? Still, the results were actually quite wide-reaching in other ways. Geographically speaking, votes were cast from New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Ohio, California, and Washington, D.C. Last week I made the argument that it is not, in fact, necessary to shower daily. Not if we're being honest with ourselves. And I have to say, the proof is in the pudding:

Of course! (7.1%)
No, not if we're being honest with ourselves (64.3%)
Justin, what is wrong with you? (28.6%)

Only time will tell as to whether or not this poll actually does shape the future of human hygiene. Like I said last week, what do you think the cavemen did? Showering daily they surely were not! And they still survived with relative success. Last night I was discussing this very topic with a young lady at the bar. Needless to say she was mortified. The prospect of not showering daily was so mind boggling that for a short time it appeared as if her head was about to explode. Well take that, Whateveryournameis! Nearly two-thirds of America agrees with me! This is why I seldom speak to women.

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I had quite a bit of difficulty selecting this week's new poll question. Originally, I was going to continue in the same vein as the previous poll. That is, the Three S's of Saturday Night Preparation: shit, shower, and shave. The question was going to be in regard to shitting in public. The answer choices would have been something like "I have no problem with it," "Never," and "Only in emergency German scheisse situations." Then I remembered that women don't have bowel movements and, since I didn't wish to disclude half of my potential respondents, decided to scrap the idea. With that said, the official Weekly Poll Wednesday question centers on American Idol. I love this show and frankly couldn't care less if you don't. Who do you think will win? The results of voting in this poll are potentially more important that voting for the contestants themselves. Let your voices be heard, America. Vote early and often!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Shaking with anger


Just when you think rap music can't possibly get any worse. Enter Soulja Boy, stage left. Look at this guy. The level of buffoonery is off the charts! First it was Crank Dat (Soulja Boy) and that Superman bullshit, which was bad enough. Then it was Soulja Girl (clearly the next logical step). Now he's back with this new song called YAHHH! And by song, I mean abortion. Have you seen this shit? I'm guessing not, knowing the type of people who'd waste time reading what I have to say. I guess that's what you need me for, to point out this type of inanity.
YAHHH! is what the 17-year old rapper says to all the adults who try to run his life. In the song, it seems like he says it about 250 times. And this is considered rapping? True, "yahhh" does rhyme with "yahhh," but what ever happened to good, old-fashioned lyricism? Oh how I long for the days of Biggie, ATCQ, Red & Mef, etc. I want the '90s back !!! A word to any record execs who might be reading this: Stop ruining my music. I will hurt you.
Worst of all is the fact this steaming pile of shit, and all steaming piles of shit like it, are selling like motherfuckin' hotcakes. And not that frozen mess; I'm talkin the good stuff. Bob Evans, bitch! I suppose in retrospect it's hard to blame these industry types for continuing to put crap like this out when people keep buying it. Let's not forget ringtone sales as well, which has become as important, if not moreso, that actual record sales. So allow me to change up my original message. A word to any "rap" fans who might be reading this: Stop ruining my music. I will hurt you.
Below is the minstrel-like video for YAHHH! It is as bad as the music itself. Now, I am not a black man, but I feel like if I were, I'd be pretty disgusted with how this reflects on my people. I dunno, maybe I'm off base; there's a first time for everything. But I doubt it. Chime in, kids. What do y'all mofos think?



Saturday, March 22, 2008

Social Mores: A National Concern

Today's discussion is near and dear to my heart. I wrote a short essay on the subject last year for another website that I've copied below. Each and every one of you should become well-versed on the subject of social mores, if you have not been already.

Quick side note: If you don't know what a social more is, you're dead to me. If you think 'more' in terms of these discussions rhymes with 'door', you're dead to me. If you know that 'more' in terms of these discussions actually rhymes with 'foray', but do not know what 'foray' means, you're dead to me.

Anyway, here is my essay. It is important to note that this is only an introduction to what I deem a terrible problem. It is the tip of the iceberg. It is by no means all-encompassing. Educate yourselves:

Declining Adherence to Social Mores and Its Role in the Deterioration of Western Civilization

Across the annals of history, civilizations have risen and subsequently fallen like the ebb and flow of waves against a beach. There are several factors historians generally look toward when explaining the fall of an empire or decline of its civilization. These are often major historical events such as war or political coup d’etats, or also natural phenomena like floods, volcanic eruptions, famine, disease, etc. that bring a civilization to its proverbial knees. In less obvious circumstances, however, it is other factors which can lead to decline. One classic example concerns the many great kingdoms that today comprise modern day India. Circa 2500 B.C., the many kingdoms of southern India formed one of the most richly well established empires on the planet. Infrastructure and the workings of local government were well ahead of its time. A revolutionary taxation system for the period left kingdoms flush with enough financial flexibility to keep all cylinders running smoothly. In less than two hundred years everything crumbled. Streets and buildings were in ruins, local government was virtually non-existent, and as a result taxes failed to be collected. How did such a rapid decline befall this civilization? Rulers began petty feuds with their neighboring kingdoms over shows of wealth. Soon, the majority of monies collected went into displays of grandeur. While the kings built great palaces, their empires crumbled around them.

If history is doomed to repeat itself, one can deduce the end is near for Western Civilization. The United States, along with powerful European allies, have been reaping benefits the world over for centuries. Many predict the fall of our civilization will come at the hands of war, stating the much maligned conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan as principal causes. While it is not the goal of this essay to rebuke those notions, it is my claim that certain of these lesser obvious factors will lead to our civilization’s ultimate demise. One such factor, in particular, will lead the way: It is the intention of this essay to prove that declining adherence to social mores will play a significant role in the deterioration of Western Civilization.

Social mores are essential as a means of controlling that which the government cannot. It is this kind of self-regulation of our daily lives that keeps a nation, culture and civilization flourishing through good times and bad. The aforementioned events come and go, but a people remain stable throughout war, disease and natural disaster by adhering to social mores, thus creating a general sense of stability and normalcy. Without it, panic breeds dissent; sociopolitical decline is never far behind.

It is revealing, for the sake of argument, to review the case of British history. From the time the western world began to emerge from the lull of the Middle Ages, no group of people has remained as stable as Britain. From British dominance in colonialism, through subsequent uprisings, and up to Britain’s role in the modern geopolitical landscape, they have remained one nation, one culture, and one civilization. Why is this, one might ask? And what does this have to do with social mores and our declining situation? The answer is devilishly simple, and can be answered by posing another question: Is there a more prim and proper people anywhere on the face of the planet than the Brits? Of course not, and it is my contention that British adherence to social mores is tantamount to their cultural stability for more than a thousand years.

Americans, meanwhile, have come an awfully long way from our Puritanical roots. As centuries have passed, we have grown exponentially in numerous ways as we have grown farther apart from our forefathers. The basis of this country, its history, culture and political system, is rooted in proper British values. As we have moved further away from that, and hence adherence to social mores, we have also passed the pinnacle of this civilization and are now in steady freefall. There is simply no way to tell if a reversal of fortune is possible. However, one can only surmise that a change must come now if we are to have any chance at all. The following are several examples of problem areas for Americans as a society:
  • Cramped public transportation has led to a general invasion of individual private space
  • People have forgotten to walk on the left and stand to the right while on escalators
  • When sitting on packed subway cars, knees must be spread no further apart than six inches, assuring enough room for everyone seated
  • Elbows, bags, briefcases, purses, etc. must be kept out of contact with fellow passengers
  • It is of the utmost importance not to block doors and paths of trains, buses, office buildings, restaurants or any other public establishments people might need to maneuver through
  • No talking on cell phones in restaurants, movie theaters, trains, or buses
  • Sidewalk etiquette needs to be strictly followed. No bikes or skateboards on the sidewalk. If one must stop while on said sidewalk, move to the right to ensure that continued steady flow of foot traffic does not become hindered.
Many of these examples are married to the dual problem of overpopulation. At a time when medical advances have increased life expectancy to an alltime high, never before has the role of social mores been more important to the future of this great nation. It would be impossible for a government of any kind to control every minute, singular facet of our lives with any sort of sustained success. It is essential, as illustrated earlier, for us as a people to use social mores as a vehicle to self-governance. Without them, circumstances could quickly become dire. We must all look inward when faced with a problem of this magnitude, rather than blaming government. For the future of our country, as well as Western Civilization as a whole, let us carry the message of social mores with us through all of our daily interactions. In short, move out of the way of closing doors. You’re going to get us all killed.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Um...hilarious

Weekly Poll Wednesdays!!!

See that thing to the right? That's the weekly poll. Each Wednesday I will put up a new poll, as well as reveal the answers to the one from the previous week. The inaugural Can I Live? poll has to do with showering daily. Is it truly necessary? Let's be honest here people...what do you think the cavemen did? But I don't want to skew the results. Vote early and often, as the results very well may shape the future of human hygiene!

Sorry, couldn't wait to bitch

Yeah, one addendum to my first post I need to add. You've undoubtedly noticed my blog title doesn't match my web address. That's because canilive.blogspot.com was already taken. Not only was it taken, but it was taken by an illiterate lesbian who posted once in 2002. Really? Really, Illiterate Lesbian Lady? You claimed my birthright blogtitle web address to post once? And poorly, at that! When I went about setting up this blog, and saw I couldn't use that web address, I almost went into a conniption fit. Eventually I calmed down once I realized this woman probably died as a result of something indirectly related to her own stupidity, thus serving as the reason why she only posted once. Thank god (lack of capitalization intentional) for Darwinism! Still though, I can't help but think what might have been had her parents never polluted the gene pool in the first place. See you next Tuesday, bitch. Jesus. Can I live?

Welcome to Can I Live?

Hello. My name is Justin. Welcome to Can I Live? Let me tell you a bit about myself: I tote guns. I make number runs. I give MCs the runs, drippin. When I throw my clip in the AK, I spray from far away. Everybody hit the D.E.C.K. Wait a second...that's Biggie. Ok, let's start again. My name is Justin. I am an idiot, and this is my blog. Like in life, I have no idea what direction this blog will take. So motherfucking bear with me!

I like lists, so there's likely to be some of that (top 25 fave rap cd's is coming up in the next few days). I'm also big into sports, movies and music (obvi -- LOL!!!!!!!) I can't stand people who type "LOL", and I REALLY can't stand people with the audacity to actually say LOL. This is the last time you will read it on this site. Mostly though, I like to rant. And bitch. There'll dibbity-doo-da-definitely be plenty of that.

One other thing: I know what you've been thinking about the blog title. "But Justin, Can I Live is a famous Jay-Z song! Stop biting off Hov!!!" You're wrong. I've been saying that shit long before Reasonable Doubt. Kill yourself. "Can I live " is just some shit I've always said to deal with the absurdities of life, of which there are many. It's perfect for me.

So that's about it. Forgive me if this first post was lame; I'm just getting warmed up. For those of you who know me personally, you know I have, ahem, a lot of free time on my hands. Hopefully I won't be too lazy and update often, so come back and check me out! My name is Justin. I'm just trying to live.