Sunday, 30 December 2007

being human



HOW DO YOU DO...
humans

You really want to be a human,
Really?



In the beginning, but after the big bang…
There were advanced creatures on planet Earth, living in an elated state of equilibrium. Creating societies that needed no laws, no clothes and no booking fees. These creatures left 120 million years ago to voyage between space and confectionary bars, for the fuck of it. In order to keep their planet earth from ever been inhabited they created fierce toothy purple lizards called Russ.

Every so often they’d comeback to check on how things were going occasionally adding a bird here and a monkey there. While they were off mooching in the starburst nebulae, a monkey started pissing about with a tool, it was the creatures’ old blue and mecker playmate. The monkey learnt to build; hunting tools, houses, electric chairs, mobile phones, laser guided missile launchers and toothpicks in the space of only two million years.

By the time the creatures came home the whole world was destroyed and built on top was this grey, carpeted, glowing, mass-habitation. Appalled by the lack of understanding and wide-ranging idiocy, the creatures left and vowed only to return to pick poppies, amuse small town Americans and bring friends to show what a wonderful waste a world can be.

So due to some planetary miscalculation you have landed on Earth and you can’t leave no matter what you try, you now have to assimilate with the human race, not monkey race, hu-man.



AAOOOWWW! Bodyform
Picking a human body is fun and you have an infinite choice. Don’t automatically go for one of those, A-symmetrically, strangely odd, bumpy, weirdly shaped bodies, with twelve toes. These are a right laugh and although unexciting sadly symmetrical smooth ‘normal’ bodies give you a better time when moving around this planet. It doesn’t matter if you have a few lumps and afflictions just don’t look as normal as the people in human’s magazines, people just won’t believe you're real and try to rush you with the impression, you’re Skeletor.


Tendencies
Now, to live as a human involves a few primary traits and skills. The human race has 6,703 languages oddly most humans don’t desire to grasp one. With the average human having only a vocabulary of 5,000 words communication can be limited.

Happiness, reasoning, love, benevolence, compassion are quite familiar to you. Some that you may have evolved past are pain. A daily emotion genetically designed as a warning mechanism but a lot of the time it hinders fun and means you need to visit a hospital. Greed is coupled with the selfishness trait. You don’t need these but remember to avoid anyone who does and actively desires to use you and your balaclava for their own suspicious ends. It’s ok, human beings act with a below average intelligence, some earth animals surpass them so you can handle all these scenarios with ease and sometimes with E’s.

Watch it they did evolve from monkeys and still have some left over genes, these include; randomly violent, leading hunters, for men and caring compassionate, interacting, baby fanatics, for women.



Getting about
Primitive transportation vehicles are available but use Earth’s natural unreplenishable resources and smell awful. Bicycles are cutely self generated and highly entertaining when not walking.

Remember walk on two legs, I know it may seem easier to walk on all fours like the rest of the animal kingdom, but the main difference between them and you is that you have to buy shoes and if we walked on all fours, yep four shoes, which costs a lot of money.


Money
Yeah, this is something that doesn’t quite make sense but go with it. You see everyone has possessions and humans always want more possessions and possessions cost money, money is what we buy things with, no trade, no giving, buy and throw away, yep I know.



Clothes
This is what you cover your skin with because humans don’t want to see other humans' skin even though our main intention of wearing clothes is to attract the opposite or same sex so we can see their skin. Another contradiction is fashion magazines and catwalks. These are what humans can’t wear because they don’t look disturbingly thin or possess millions of pounds. Even though the clothes do look interesting you should buy not very interesting clothes to fit in. You will need to wear clothes if you live in an area of the world known as Great Britain, This place like few others may seem in winter months uninhabitable but against much objection is lived in.

Clothing is very important because other humans can apparently tell what your brain’s like by what clothes you put on and if you don’t wear clothes you will get put in prison because that’s illegal.



Illegal
Illegal is of great consequence, this is what a few people have decided is wrong and you will be punished if you do anything on the very long list that is the law. If you ‘break’ a law you will be locked in a cell for as long as a man in a wig and group of strangers tell you to. The law has been made so people don’t do things that might affect the larger society and instead continue to do the same things they already do.



Working?
Humans spend 65% of their waking life working. They work to produce things that they buy and they keep working to buy more expensive and better things because society keeps telling them they should. They spend very little time enjoying themselves and when they do they; watch a TV box, go somewhere, drink alcohol and take drugs.


Drink n drugs
Drink and drugs are things that humans consume to make them feel different and happier than they normally do, alcohol is a drug but humans like to think because alcohol a liquid it’s like orange juice.

Be prepared, humans drink a lot of alcohol and they do it in bars and nightclubs. These buildings are where people queue to hear loud music and show off the clothes they bought to have sex, badly converse with each other and dance. Drugs are what the creatures made for the animals millions of years ago. Humans have found and adore them even though some like tobacco kills a lot of them. Drugs make us feel and act very different. Some of them are fun and some are odd, be prepared.



Sex
Humans like to have sex. They talk a lot about sex but as far as we know they don’t actually do a lot of it. To have sex is a very simple act of putting your sexual organs together and thrusting until a liquid is ejaculated and a brief pleasurable chemical reaction occurs. This can be bought, like food.



Starving?
You have to eat roughly three times a day. I know it may get tiresome, shovelling food in one hole to eight hours later come out from another. If you don’t your new human body will die.

Warning, the things that come out of the other hole are going to be predominantly brown, sticky, messy, rather smelly and come out in cylinders. The processed liquid equally is expelled through another hole; this liquid is yellow, pungent, and fast flowing. There’s a lot of choice of food on earth but like water and clothes the whole human race is not equal even though there is statistically enough food, water and clothing for everyone.



Religion
Ok you’ve understood so far but this one’s just plain barmy. To make sense of themselves humans created about 10,000 differing religious explanations asking not answering the question, why? As even a semi evolved extra terrestrial you can comprehend that they haven’t realised parademic super structures and circular fulfilment lol lol lol lol lol lol lol.

They go to these buildings, churches, mosques, temples etc, and pray for either; the person they wrote about to come back, to speak to them or invite them to join them. Don’t laugh, they take it very seriously and have been known to kill people with opposing views.


The Paradox
A Paradox is something that applies to a lot of things on earth. Governments who are in charge of countries exercise a paradoxical way they govern humans. Saying things like freedom and then enforcing restrictions, while giving money to rich people and saying there isn’t enough for the poor people. Also the common humans exhibit paradoxical behaviour. Humans buy big houses that can accommodate entire communities yet leave people out in the cold starving to death. Inventing social networking sites that take time away from actually speaking to the people they’re friends with. Demonising alcohol and drugs yet year on year increasing consumption of both. Oh and Religious wars, hilarious.



Complete ish
Alive after all that, great, no sharp implements around. Well there are a few things I haven’t mentioned that you’ll pick up like: Music here is very simple honest and rather fun. Electricity is their power source, generally generated by burning Earth’s resourses and creating reactions and pollution with decidedly dangerous radioactive rods. They like to keep little animals indoors and in cages to make themselves feel superior. Humans enjoy complaining about how bad their lives unaware that their jealousy regarding other peoples happiness are littered with identical feelings. Most importantly they do share a commonality in wanting to be happy and their lives being much more important than they actually are.

I hope you can have fun at what these homosapiens have created and you never know; someone might come and rescue you. So, get to work, you human, no really, GET TO WORK!

Thursday, 20 December 2007

oldness


HOW DO YOU DO...
oldness

Youth just getting you down?
Tired of keeping up with everything?
Be old.



Attitude
People generally assume you don’t know any better. 93% of shoplifters are over 85. I know unbelievable, but when you consider the cost of drugs nowadays and the increase in ‘medical marijuana’ floating around in the greenhouses of so called care homes or as the police refer to them as hash-factories, it all fits. When you become an old you generally consume more drugs than solid meals. Dipping in and out of a drug haze reminds you of youth, which is the perfect prelude to the next stage, childhood.

Now when you’re that old you revert back to being a child, you now have the right to be argumentative, violent, incontinent, lack lustre, lazy, inconceivably fat and bed ridden, and people let you. It’s like having a key to heaven, hold that thought.



Dress
When you're old, people don’t have expectations. If they had any, when finding half of your Sunday roast matted into your jumper, now have given up ever seeing you looking smart until coffin day. This makes you free to wear anything without condemnation, try that dress on, when you have 20x20 vision wear thick-rimmed glasses, hell try on some teeth, “it’s ok, he’s old.”


Aids
Not the illness, although, sympathy wise, three gold bells. No Aids are what help you around and you need lots. Remember if you can’t do something, someone, somewhere has invented something to do it for you. I like those grabbers, just grab grab, grab, and if you can’ reach it, grab a carer’s arse and they’ll grab it for you.

Also electric wheelchairs and walking frames are old peoples cars and skateboards, footpaths are now your freeways. But by far the best is a catheter; you don’t have to wipe hold, wriggle, or even get up, wow.

A couple of costly but hilarious accessories are the stanner stair lift, if assisted by a gremlin can reach 30-40mph and the bath lifter. Lower, splash, higher, lower, splash, higher, all make for brill bath times and dandy wave pools.


Cancer
When you're young you spout stuff like ‘yo’ or ‘ace’ loads. ‘Cancer’ is old peoples yo-ace. It’s like winning a disease lottery over and over again and forgetting to buy the ticket and realising, it’s a ticket for Cancer. The question that needs answering is why a star sign, and if you’re a Cancerian do you run a higher risk?



Dating
Because you’re now an old, you can date other olds. The great thing is as men die off sooner, as a man, you’ve got your pick. Get someone preferable with some form of dementure or spasm. They’ll wail, call you bramble but do some fucked up things to you, thinking they’re just clearing out the horse stables when they were nine. Ok by that age grannies don’t look too hot but the chances are, they’ve probably got a perfectly tight hole, somewhere.

No dates, no presents, no meeting the parents, no condoms, no phone calls, no love letters, no waiting outside to meet them only to be disappointed, just wrinkly messy sex.


Shipmans
Watch out for Shipmans, they’re everywhere. Shipman phases are:

“Ooow Mary you must have forgot to take your heroin today”

“You can traverse those series of jagged obstacles I brought back from the Krypton Factor set for me Frank.”

“Awe look at Jewels, she seems to be in another world whack! Whack, whack“

Yes people think because you're old they can rip you off, or just plain kill you and they have the perfect alibis, you!

“Oh the senile old git,”

“He was losing it towards the end,”

“I tried to tell him but you know what they’re like at that age”

Anyone who smiles a bit too much, people called Moreese and anyone who looks or is related or has an autographed photo of Shipman, avoid or die.


Death
As an old you have to die, even God died, that’s why he’s up in heaven. Normally strokes, colds and bad falls are what statistically will kill you. The best way to avoid this would be to go on one of the many care home outings. When the begrudging carer is getting a bit tired of pushing you, your wheelchair and three stone of prescription pills, ask them if you could look closer at a cormorant sitting on a rock over that cliff face, always a cormorant, no one ever knows what they look like. When that happens and her back’s turned muster your fading flabby muscles to propel your scabby skin on the railings, over them and straight down to the sea below.
You get the most exhilarating experience since you double fisted Gladis. Your carer will have a much lighter load for her return leg, and the care home will probably be sued and have to close giving the remaining residents a change of scenery. Never has death been so win, win, win.

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

writing




HOW DO YOU DO...
writing



Aspirations
Don’t try and make out your fucking Martin Amis or that you’re fucking Martin Amis, or that your writing some book that’ll change the world, that’s better than The Hungry Caterpillar. Be realistic, try writing from the gut, something that’s raw and new and not just some half arsed, wanked off lifestyle guide to epitomises stereotypes with a ulterior perspective, that’s been done.




Style
Style is why Stephan King is regarded as long-winded and Andy Mc Nab is referred to as War and Piss
. You need a style such as: writing in pros and cons, ending every sentence with … Using ’once upon a time; more than ‘the’. Referring to every character as the accused. Making reference to the way every road surface feels through your car disregardless any pivotal emotional climax. Or like myself just give up on the idea that you can spell, plastering letters anywhere on the page to look less like a book more like some later than usually late post modernist reference to the masculiist bondage of nounist theorem, or cack-ca, coo, coo, cack.



Inspirations
Been looking at a sheet of blank A4 for fourteen years, while your ex wife two doors down from the homeless shelter you now live in is blowing doleys and you're left considering taking the dribbling schizophrenic for a bin date? Now is the time to look around you, then plagiarise! Whether it’s overheard conversations, books, articles, TV guides right through to supermarket price tickets. Hell you’re that desperate and untalented just write them word for word. Read other authors for inspiration, these are some of the best:

Alistair Campbell: surrealism,

Barbara Cartland: a mystery,

Mills and Boon: biological fiction,

Dan Brown: fairy sagas.




Personal experiences
If you’ve had a real awful experience such as: finding out your mother's a cold blooded Zebra Tailed Lizard from Middlesbrough, or you used to take large quantities of psychotropic substances that gave you the grotesque hallucination of being able to write, use it for ‘fodder’ yeah that’s what writers call it, I think it makes 'em feel gritty.



Writing groups
Joining a writing group is a great confidence booster. To know your not as flawed as a group of people who take time out to concentrate of writing high coos for nine hours just to be able to sound better than another fat, bald, women is commendably low.

Writing groups motivate delusion and invariably take up space in a perfectly good hall. Think what you could do with that hall and a gun and them, probably a hell of a lot more drama then they could create.



Title
Spunk Drunk, titles have gotta grab your attention, that’s why Spunk Drunk when published sold 208 million copies on it’s opening weekend while Ernest Blindforth: the meaning of life explained and proved by scientists, sold only 4 in it’s entire shelf life. Picking a title is more important than what’s in it, some handy examples are: Blood baby on my cock, My mothers a washing machine, Fanta fuck? and The Phonebook.



Acknowedgements
Whatever you do, DON’T acknowledge your girlfriend or boyfriend. Chances are you’ll have split up with them sometime later and thusly left with a few thousand painful memories of them floating around, plus about ten books with their name on coupled with a rather over intimately noting on how she transformed your life failing to mention how she unscriptedly decimated it.

Keep it simple animals and sex toys.



Published?
You may feel disheartened when publishers refuse your book. J.K. Rowling got turned down many times and Harry Potter’s now as popular as tits.

Against popular belief do let editors change important parts of it, so to an entire extent it’s not even your book. In actuality it won’t make any difference because your book will be shelved behind an enormous cardboard cutout of: David Beckham’s – struggling to be self-important, picture book. And you’ll feel that the whole nature of writing is one big commercial fraud lambasting talent and elevating over hyped twats.




Popular
By complete fluke your book’s picture resembles apple’s new i fuck vibrating mouse balls. Everyone buys it anxious to be cool, four minutes later half the western hemisphere’s flicked through your book, blogged it, and set up odd homage sites devoted to a seemingly transient philosophical interpretation you had absolutely no idea you made.



The next novel
Like every great rock n roll group the second album has always been piss easy, that’s why they’re great. Remember what made you great in your first novel then repeat it again changing very little so the audience are essentially reading the same book but because two years have past since your last, they think you’ve matured, or evolved and laud over your plagiarised, repeated non-talent sending Hollywood into a shit storm that only Leonardo Di Caprio’s apathetic interpretation of your character will kill. Or you could get nothing, and then it’s back to Burger King. Y’know books make great bog roll.