The Transformers movie = lame

As a child of the 80’s I, like most others of my generation, wet my pants with anticipation when I heard that there was a live action Transformers movie being made. With each new trailer released my excitement grew, and my love of transformers rediscovered just that little bit more.

So when the movie was finally released I rushed to the cinema to see it. I was cautious however, as most movies, games, books etc that are as hyped up as Transformers was, usually tend to not only not live up to expectations, but disappoint instead.

Transformers seemed to be different. Well for the most part. Yes, there was the massively overdone cliche of all the popular guys giving the loveable nerd a hard time. Of course, the most popular of these guys happened to have an insanely hot girlfriend, who stood by while her boyfriend and his friends belittled the nerd, but silently felt pity for the poor kid. Ok, so nothing new so far, we’ve seen this all before. Disappointment number 1.

The second disappointment came a long way into the movie and that was the first time we saw an actual transformer, or some weird interpretation of the once loved robots. No longer could you tell that the robot was made of car parts. The great thing about the original transformers was that a car changed into a robot and still resembled the car! The bonnet was usually the chest and the wheels usually on the shoulders but these new ones… well there is barely any sign that they are in fact a car! To add to the disappointment, apart from colours of each transformer, there is really nothing to distinguish which transformer is which and this becomes blatantly obvious in faster moving scenes, but more about this later.

The rest of the movie was relatively good, no major complaints. There were many poor acting moments and more corny moments between the nerd and the hot chick but nothing that stands out more than any other movies. In fact, I enjoyed the rest of the movie, that is, until it got to the final scene in the city.

The first thing that made no sense in this scene was the fact that the Autobots had the cube which they had to get away from Megatron and the rest of the Decepticons. For some reason, they couldn’t just take it somewhere themselves. No, instead they decided to give it to the army. Why? No idea, they didn’t even try rationalise it. Secondly, if you were being pursued by deadly machines, hellbent on your destruction and you were a robot which didn’t like bringing harm to humans, where would you go? The most populated city you can find of course!! Thinking the story couldn’t get any stupider was a mistake on my part. Next they tell the nerd of the story he has to deliver the cube to the military. Of course! It makes perfect sense. The 20 metre tall robot could walk to the rendevous point in a matter of seconds and the whole ordeal would be over, but that’s just too logical for this movie! So, the nerd takes the cube, running down the main road of the city, being chased by massive robots, which for some reason don’t seem to gain ground on him even though each step he takes covers about 1m compared to the 20m they get. Obviously this kid only gives the illusion that he is a mere mortal, when in fact he is the flash. While all this is happening, the Autobots and Decepticons are battling it out, destroying the city and each other. Who is winning? No idea, you can’t tell who is who since all the robots look basically the same, not even slightly resembling the vehicles they transformed from. Then, to make things even more ridiculous, probably the most powerful and useful transformer, Starscream, is nowhere to be seen. We see him briefly fighting the military in the sky, but that’s about it. Why isn’t he pummeling the Autobots with rockets? Probably because he can’t separate friend from foe because of the above mentioned lack of uniqueness in the robots. Why doesn’t he just lock a missile on to the kid with the cube? Who knows. This scene makes no sense and ultimately, leaves you feeling disappointed with the movie as a whole, even though it was pretty damn good all the way through.

So if you enjoy a good action movie and can overlook a script which was probably written by a drunken manatee then check Transformers out, however if you want to keep the memory of Transformers a good one, turn the movie off before the final battle.

King hit.. that’ll be 100 pub points please

Recently, as I do too often for my own wellbeing, I was out drinking with some friends at the local pub. Again, as I do too often, I got totally inebriated. This time however, the night didn’t just end with me going home alone or vomiting after going home alone. No. This night was different. I’m not too sure of the lead up to the event, as I was feeling the effects of several jager bombs, but what I do remember was sitting on my arse after getting punched squarely in the nose because of something I apparently said to a random pub patron.

The subsequent trip to the doctor’s confirmed what I already knew. My nose was broken. As most unmanly men would do, I went to the police, in search of justice. This bogan must pay! But alas, apparently, it’s well within the law to take matters in to your own hands if someone says something to you and you don’t appreciate it. I refer to page 55 of the Queensland Criminal Code – Division 7. In case you are lazy and don’t wish to find this yourself, here are some of the highlights. I have bolded passages of particular interest.

Division 7—Objective concept of reasonable force, act or belief
Objective meaning of “reasonable” in certain circumstances
83.(1) This section applies to a provision of an Act under which a
person—
(a) may use, or is not criminally responsible for using, reasonable
force; or
(b) may do an act, or is not criminally responsible for doing an act, if
the act is reasonable; or

(c) may do an act, or is not criminally responsible for doing an act, if
the person has a specific reasonable suspicion or belief.
(2) The force is reasonable if, in all the circumstances—
(a) it is reasonable to use some force; and
(b) the amount of force used is reasonable.
(3) The act is reasonable if it is reasonable in all the circumstances.
(4) The suspicion or belief is reasonable if it is reasonable in all the
circumstances.
Division 8—Provocation and the ordinary person
Meaning of “provocation”
84.(1) “Provocation” is an act of a nature likely to deprive an ordinary
person of the power of self-control (the “provoking” act) and to induce the
ordinary person to do an act (the “provoked” act) to whoever it was who
did the provoking act, if the provoking act were done—
(a) to the ordinary person; or
(b) in the ordinary person’s presence to anyone else.
(2) If a person (the “first person”) does the provoking act to a second
person, or in the second person’s presence to anyone else, the first person
gives the second person provocation for the provoked act.
(3) An act a person does because of incitement given by anyone to
induce the person to do the act, and therefore to give an excuse for a
provoked act, is not provocation to the other person for an act.
(4) An unlawful arrest is not necessarily provocation, but may be
provocation if the arrested person knows or reasonably believes the arrest is
unlawful.
(5) A lawful act is not provocation for an act.
(6) The provoking act can be an insult or spoken words, even if the insult
or words are lawful.

Ok, so from that we can gather that if you say something that would “deprive an ordinary person of self-control”, they can retaliate using “reasonable” force. So, what is an ordinary person? Glad you asked:

Characteristics of the ordinary person
85.(1) This section applies for—
(a) this division; and
(b) any other provision of the Code under which the criminal
responsibility of a person for doing an act in particular
circumstances is decided by comparison with the conduct of an
ordinary person in those circumstances.
(2) The characteristics of the person that are included in the characteristics
of the ordinary person are not limited to the person’s age.
(3) The characteristics of the person included in the characteristics of the
ordinary person include, for example, a person’s race, ethnic background
and gender.

Thrilling, still don’t really know what an ordinary person is, but hey, who understands most of the laws anyway. So, my question is, you’re in the midst of an alcohol fueled night, how can you react with reasonable force and rest easy knowing you didn’t cross the line? Well, after my debacle I have decided to compile a list of words and acts and then accompany them with points based on severity. If someone calls you a name, simply use the points system to decide on appropriate action. I am not going to list all the possible insults and physical reactions, but more just a widely used list.

Verbal acts:

• Faggot – 100 points
• Wanker – 60 points
• Dickhead – 70 points
• Arsehole – 70 points
• Motherfucker – 110 points
• The dreaded “C” word – 130 points
• Pooface – 5 points
• Loser – 15 points

Physical acts:

• King hit – 100 points
• Single ordinary punch – 80 points
• Shove – 50 points
• Roundhouse kick – 120 points
• Piledriver / Powerbomb – 150 points
• Fireball – 200 points

Ok, so there you have it. A definitive list for our pub points system. So how do you use it? Well it’s easy, every time someone insults you, add up the points for each insult. Then, using a combination of retaliations (either physical or verbal), deal them some justice. Don’t be afraid to mix things up! If someone calls you a “motherfucking arsehole” you now have 180 points to use! You could shove him, then king hit him and call him a loser twice and still only be eve, with no chance of retribution for him! Its flawless..

Well at least according to the law it is

Dealing Illegal Goods

Ok, let’s make things clear right away, this isn’t a post about drugs, the location or contact details of drug dealers and it has nothing to do with the black market. No, this post is about a far more sinister part of society which exploits the naive and uninformed.

Recently, my younger brother, let’s call him Barry, was pulled over by the police, and had his car subsequently put under a fine tooth comb for defects. Keep in mind, this is no hotted up car, but instead a riced up 95 lancer. Now with a fake bonnet scoop I can understand why the police might want to take a look, but to the best of his knowledge, his car was totally roadworthy. The only modifications he had made to it was a new exhaust, the aforementioned bonnet scoop, new wheels, a taco (no, not a meat taco), a new gear stick and some new racing pedals. All run of the mill stuff for people into their cars (apart from the scoop, I can’t explain that). To his surprise, he was quickly defected for:

• the racing pedals : even though they were plastic as required by law
• the gear stick: simply because the gears were not marked on it
• the wheels: something about them not matching the car’s bolt pattern or something (I don’t know cars and if that doesn’t make sense then I don’t care)

So this, finally, brings me to my point.

WHY THE HELL CAN YOU BUY THESE THINGS IN SHOPS IF THEY ARE ILLEGAL TO ACTUALLY PLACE ON YOUR CAR!!?!

Why can you just waltz down to the local Supercheap or Autobarn and buy racing pedals and gear sticks that if you actually use them for the intended use, then you are going to get a fine and taken off the road?! To quote one of my favourite movies, “It’s f*cking stupid”. Most people, myself included, would just assume that anything you buy at a shop specialising in car equipment would be legal to actually place on your car. I know, it’s a crazy assumption.

Why don’t they just sell guns too? Sure, they are illegal to operate without a license, but that’s not the shop owner’s concern, it’s up to the customer to be responsible and not use it after purchase. It’s the same thing with bongs being sold in tobacco shops. They have no other use (as far as I know anyway, I’m no druggo so if I’m incorrect on this please, don’t tell me, I don’t care) , apart from allowing people to smoke illegal substances. Now if we can’t legally own weed, then why on earth would we possibly have the need to own a contraption purposefully made to use the stuff.

There is a slight difference, however, in selling car parts and bongs. First of all, people buying bongs know very well that what they are going to use them for is illegal, but it’s the innocent victims of defective car parts that need assistance. Places selling these parts should be made to include a disclaimer on all possibly defect-inducing products. The end.

I hate Cameron aka. ‘Merlin’

Recently I listened to ‘You can’t move into my house’ by Frenzal Rhomb. Now this is a cool song and it holds a special place in my heart (well maybe not my heart, whatever the opposite of heart is). It sends me back to a time where I was a carefree teenager living the simple school life, all of which was tainted by one anus faced retard.

For the sake of his privacy (what a lie, to save myself from slander charges) I won’t use his full name but instead will only mention his first name: Cameron, and his online alias: Merlin, which is a really lame name and was made worse by the fact he tried to use this in the real world. Throughout the rest of this post I will refer to him only as “assface”.

Anyway, onto the reason for my hatred. It all started back in high school where I was quite good friends with Assface. Obviously for some reason my judgement of him was clouded, as I would find out later, he was a douchebag. Apparently his father knew this far sooner than I and turfed his ass out on the streets. My mum, being a kind hearted soul offered him a place to stay temporarily until he could organise other accomodation. So Assface stayed at my place, sleeping on spare matresses. As with most friends you have times where you annoy each other, but for the good part of a week he was ok company. This soon all changed when it became obvious he didn’t plan on leaving any time soon. He, being a total loser, didn’t have a job, and so would stay at my place all weekend and all school holidays playing my Playstation and using my TV, stereo etc. I soon tired of this, and tension arose between us. He noticed this (as I found out later in a letter he wrote which he planned to give to me but never did because he is gutless) but failed to act upon it and move out. Instead he stuck around for ages acting as a blight on my soul.

Another blemish on his record is the fact he ended up dating, for years, a girl who he, up until the day they started dating, described as ‘ugly’, ‘annoying’ and ‘disgusting’. This is mainly due to the fact she was all of the above. When these two began bumping uglies, the world became a dark place. Children in the streets cried when they saw the embrace of two of the worlds most pathetic beings. Full grown men cried at the thought of them being happy, when they deserve nothing but the opposite. It made me sad inside.

Eventually, Assface’s mother took him in, and he moved to Sydney to live with her. This was one of most happy moments in my life, and a dance known famously as ‘The Cameron’s Gone to Sydney Dance’ was born. Assface then made a comment to a mutual friend which fueled my hatred for him, that he was only using my family for a place to stay and that he didn’t like any of us anyway. What a cockgobbler.

There’s no real reason for this post, I just needed to put this out there, so others can be warned. I do, however, hope Assface will stumble upon it someday and in case of this I will finish with the following comment: Cameron, if you ever read this, I hate you and I hope you get aids.

Nokia ringtones are for tards

Nokia: the world’s largest manufacturer of mobile phones, and the bane of my existence.

Up until recently I had never owned a Nokia phone. They all seemed to be too boring with small screens and they all looked the same. They seemed to release a new phone each week, and with that kind of lifespan I never considered buying one. Another reason was the lack of 3G support in the cheaper models.

All that changed recently when, upon the expiration of my contract with 3 I was offered a new Nokia 6288 on a $29 cap. I was spending around $55 a month at the time on my Motorola E1000 and the Nokia had the same features as the Motorola with a few extra additions so the choice was simple. After I got home with my new Nokia and charged it just like the manual instructs, the first thing I did was change my ring and message tones. I did this to save myself major embarrassment later of getting a phone call in public and still having the default nokia tune as my ringtone. Because, as you will soon find out, if you still have the default nokia ringtone in use, then you are a tard.

In case you don’t know the tune I’m talking about then here it is (be warned, it is utter crap and this is actually a polyphonic version of the real annoying one).

“How does leaving a catchy little nokia tune as your ringtone make you a tard?”, you ask. I’ll tell you.

• It’s not catchy at all, it’s utter shite. If you think it’s a nice tune, shoot yourself in the head now before you can procreate.
• Just about every second person has a Nokia, so that means everytime a Nokia rings, every single moron with a default nokia ringtone has to check to see if it’s their phone that is ringing.
• It makes you look like one of those old geezers that has no idea how to operate his mobile phone, let alone change a ringtone.
• Mobile phones these days can play mp3s and aac amongst other things. They do this so you can listen to music you like on your phone and, shock horror, use music you like as your ringtone. Amazing, I know. Why would you choose to listen to a boring nokia tune when you could listen to your favourite song?!

Then of course there is the other side of things, where maybe you are actually mentally handicapped and for that reason you are unable to navigate your nokia menus to change your ringtones. In this case, you’re definently a tard, no arguments.

If you are reading this and you have the default Nokia ring or message tone selected, then for your own sake, change it now. You don’t wanna be a tard do you?

Premature Goodbyes

Goodbye: farewell (a conventional expression used at parting). (see dictionary.com)

I have placed emphasis on “used at parting” because it appears that some people have forgotten when the phrase “goodbye” should be used. This was brought to my attention recently at work, when the new guy announced he was leaving by happily saying “goodbye” to everyone. Normally I would have no problem with someone saying goodbye just before he/she left, but that’s where the problem arose. After saying goodbye, my work colleague returned to his desk to pack up his belongings. This took at least 2 minutes, at which time he said goodbye again, which was met by a slight awkwardness, before promptly leaving.

“Why?”, I ask, do some people insist on farewelling others before they actually intend on leaving. Are they so pretentious that they assume the people around them need time to prepare for their impending departure? I myself find it awkward if I say goodbye, only to return half a minute later because I left something behind so I can’t imagine saying goodbye without actually leaving. It sometimes brings relief if you dislike the person leaving, or disappointment if the farewell-giver is of the hot variety. Some people put a lot of emotion into a goodbye, so seeing the recipient stay afterwards can be deflating. This can lead to those returning the farewell feeling slightly awkward. Saying goodbye is a special occasion. You usually save it for once a day per person. What makes these people think they deserve more than one goodbye!?

I implore everyone out there, if you plan on saying goodbye, please ask yourself, “am I actually going to leave shortly after?”. If you actually don’t plan on leaving upon completion of farewelling others, then keep quiet until you have readied yourself for departure.

X-men: The Last Stand = unrealistic unrealism

Yeah yeah, I know, X-men: The Last Stand is old news, but I only just recently saw it so bear with me.

X-men: The Last Stand is obviously a fiction *gasp* and as such it’s inevitable that there be some parts of it that are unrealistic. I’m not going to pick apart the movie by saying it’s unrealistic because you can’t actually replace a human’s skeleton with a metal alloy, that no man can control metal, or more importantly, that all the blokes chase after Jean Grey when in fact Storm is way hotter. What really got on my nerves was the final fight scene, in which Magneto and the Brotherhood attacked the Alcatraz headquarters to destroy the mutant vaccine, and subsequently were slaughtered.

The first thing that annoyed me was the sheer number of mutants in the Brotherhood that somehow got slaughtered without even laying a scratch on the 6 X-men. I don’t care how good you are Wolverine, if 10 people attack you at once, you’re going to get knocked down.

Secondly, remember all the mutants in the Brotherhood are, in fact, mutants. Why is it then that we saw only a handful of these mutants actually use their mutant skills? They all just seemed to run straight at Wolverine and co. with arms flailing and proceeded to get slaughtered. I would’ve expected the occasional fire ball or shock wave, or at the least some kind of toxic fart. Mutants have powers so I expect them to be seen.

Thirdly, and far more importantly, Magneto could’ve just killed them all whenever he wanted. Let’s look at this logically. This man can control metal. He moved an entire bridge with the flick of a wrist. Why then, didn’t he just make a massive metal blanket, and then drop it on the entire battlefield. He could’ve even done this before the battle began and thus eliminating the tragic deaths of his Brotherhood. All the ice, metal blades and lightning bolts couldn’t stop a 20 tonne sheet of metal. Hell, he need not even go that far, he could’ve just got any piece of metal and flung it at high velocity and instantly killed the likes of Storm, who despite her large chest cushions, would still have been killed. This may have cut short the fight scene and left the viewers with a bad guy victory, but let’s face it, Magneto’s powers crap all over some loser that can make ice cubes. Another thing, even if Magneto didn’t want to just kill them all from the start (which is what the movie leads you to believe), 2 of the X-men are predominately metal (Wolverine and Colossus), so he could have, at any time, just controlled them however he wanted with his metal wielding ability. There are so many ways Magneto could’ve ended the battle instantly but alas, he just stood there stupidly and watched his army be destroyed. The good guys win, but at what cost to the credibility of the movie?

I like movies such as X-men: The Last Stand. Movies based on totally impossible scenarios are awesome, but once this created world has been established, some realism needs to be put in place. For 1.5 to 2 hours, I’m happy to pretend that there are women that can control the weather, and that there are other women that walk around butt naked without anyone trying to slip one in, but once you start trying to feed me mutants that fight without using abilities and evil leaders that have unmatched powers that don’t want to just kill the enemy instantly, well, then you’ve got problems.

Forward this or you will die :O

“Send this to 100 people now or you will have bad luck for the next year”. Everyone has had an email with some kind of ridiculous prediction similar to this. If you haven’t then you are obviously much better at filtering out morons from your friends than I am. There are few kinds of these chain letter / emails:

• Good luck letters – forward the email onto some stupid number of people and you will get good luck, if you don’t you will be cursed with bad luck!
• Love letters – forward the email onto a certain amount of other morons and your crush will fall in love with you
• Get rich quick letters – forward this email to as many people as you know and one day it will get back to the president of some stupid country or company, where you will be promptly rewarded for your efforts with riches galore.
• Saving starving foreigners – send this email to all your friends and some poor, starving ethiopian will not die.
• And my personal favourite, death letters – if you don’t forward the email to the required number of people, you will die!!!

Firstly, I don’t proclaim to be a genius (I do however, happen to be one), but it doesn’t take too much thought to realise these things are absolutely stupid. If you follow the instructions in these emails and pass them onto other people, not only are you an idiot, but you are showing people you call your friends how moronic you are. Would you hire a billboard that says “LOOK AT ME! I’M A GULLIBLE MORON VOID OF ANY LOGICAL THOUGHT”? No? So why would you forward an email to other people that blatantly shows you believe in moronic, made up, superstitions. Actually, can we even call them superstitions? Superstitions usually have some story behind them. An email proclaiming to be able to save Nabu, a starving ethipioan from a life of slavery and malnutrition is not only unbelievable, it’s actually bordering on retardation.

I don’t have time to list all the reasons why people who forward these emails are a morons, and if you are one of these morons, then you wouldn’t have the mental capacity to understand them all anyway. What I will do however, is list a few of the ridiculous emails, and then point how why you’re a tard if you believe them.

• A letter says someone will kill you if you don’t forward it on:
  • How would the being that is going to kill you, know that you didn’t forward the email on.
  • Let’s say if for every 20 people the email gets sent to, half are smart enough to not pass it on. The email may go through millions of email accounts. By the time the millionth person receives the email, there would be large number of people who never passed it on. How is this killer going to track down each one, and dispose of them? This would be more than a fulltime job. Not only does he somehow have to figure out who didn’t forward an email on, he then has to somehow track down people with names like “butterflyprincess6969″ and “surfadude4u” and massacre them, without being caught. He may have to do thousands of killings in one day for the more popular chain letters.
  • If you are unconvinced from the first 2 points, think about it geographically. Email can be sent instantly from a person on one side of the world to the other. This killer is going to have to rack up some serious frequent flyers points to hunt down all those who foolishly didn’t forward the email.
  • What’s the killer’s motive? Not sending an email hardly seems enough to anger someone to the point that they would kill you.
• An email, which if you forward, will make your crush fall in love with you.
  • What if 2 people send the same email, and both have a crush on the same person. Who does the crush fall in love with, the person who send the first email, or is it whoever sent the last one? This could get messy.
  • Why aren’t all the famous celebrities going out with nerdy teenagers, who, being the smart cookies they are, recognised a genuine chain letter, and promptly followed the rules?

Those a just a few logical thoughts that any sane person could easily use to to realise that a chain email is just a waste of time.

“But what about all the good luck stories that are listed in these emails?!”, the idiots cry out. If I send an email to a work client today, and tomorrow I win $2 on a scratchie, does that mean if my client passes that email on to 10 of his closest friends, he too will be blessed with my obvious good fortune?!!!! No. All it means was that I was lucky enough to have purchased a scratchie that was predetermined to be a winner by a machine in a factory.

Now, before I finish. You must forward this post onto as many of your friends as possible.

Will it bring you luck? No. Will your crush fall in love with you? No. Will you save some starving tard from ethiopia? Not likely. What you will get from forwarding this however, is the knowledge that you may have just opened up the eyes of one of your more mentally challenged friends, who will hopefully stop sending you these stupid chain emails!

I COULDN’T care less

Ok, if you’re a yank and you’re reading this, then PAY ATTENTION. You may be aware of the saying “I couldn’t care less”, or, since you’re a stupid yank, you probably haven’t, and instead know it as “I could care less”. Well I’m here to correct your idiotic theory and let you know that “I could care less” does not make any sense.

Dictionary.com sums it up perfectly here. For all you americans too stupid to click the link I’ll show you the main point that you need to absorb.

The expression I could not care less originally meant 'it would be impossible for me to care less than I do because I do not care at all'. It was originally a British saying and came to the US in the 1950s. It is senseless to transform it into the now-common I could care less. If you could care less, that means you care at least a little. The original is quite sarcastic and the other form is clearly nonsense.

Ok, so do you get it? I couldn’t care less means, “I care so little about what you are saying, that it is impossible for me to care any less than I do right now”. Your retarded version means “I’m not going to state if I care or not, but instead let you know that there are things I do care less about”. Sheer idiocy..

This mongoloid version of the saying has even made it into music, sadly, from a band I really respect. Devildriver’s I Could Care Less seems rather stupid once you think about what they are saying. Not only that, they also released shirts with the clever print “I COULD FUCKING CARE LESS”. Awesome, let’s all wear shirts that show other people how little we understand the english language.

End of lesson, morons.

Pay TV Snobs

I don’t have pay tv. Nor do I have any plans on getting pay tv. It’s not that I have anything against paying for television, I just have no desire to have 50 channels to watch, as I waste my time enough already and I only have 5. “What the hell is the point of this post then?”, you, my dedicated reader ponder.

Well, for a while now, my red headed associate, Midge, has constantly berated me for only having free to air tv and he will often ramble on endlessly about how supposedly awesome pay tv is. The problem I have is not with pay tv, it hasn’t done anything to me, but the problem is the obvious overlooking of some major facts when pay tv devotees decide to unleash on free to air watchers.

There are 2 main points that pay tv lovers fail to consider when stating why free to air is so lame.

1. It costs money. Ok, that’s easy, read on.
2. Pay tv often airs programs weeks, even months, after they have been shown on free to air.

Let’s look at number 2 a little more in depth. South Park is a good example. It is shown in the US months before it reaches our shores, as with most shows. What happens next though, may shock some of you pay tv devotees. SBS shows it before any channel on pay tv! So, no matter how great this subscription service is, you will still only get shows that have already been seen on free to air tv. Wow, it might show The Simpsons non-stop for 2 days straight, but you won’t be seeing anything you haven’t already seen.

Pay tv fans will argue “but what about all the shows that free to air doesn’t have”. I don’t care. I don’t want a 24 hour, dedicated fashion channel. 30 minutes of news is enough for me, I don’t need a channel that informs me 24 hours a day. I have seen Home Alone enough, I don’t want to see it another 3 times today. I’m going to put it out there, that if it’s not on free to air, then there is a reason for that – it’s probably shit.

All arguments aside though, all Australian tv sucks ass compared to US tv since we get shows up to a year later (and sometimes even longer).All hail torrents.