Friday, November 12, 2010

Homosexuality

I was reading Eldwarden's post 'One man and one woman', I retain, and she retains the right to keep what she's said to her blog. And although I think her blog is great, I was absolutely... well... I flared up in anger actually, when I read the post I mentioned earlier.
She's right, she retains the right to say whatever; it's her blog. But I would like to say what I think about this matter.

Okay, I am Christian. Not the biggest Christian that ever lived but anyway. And yes, God was against gay-ness {not in the happy kind of way}. Some of you may think, what God said, we must follow. Yeah, he said. 
 It just so happens to be 2010. The 21st century, and 2,010 years AD. I do not want this to be a completely religious post but God told us that he didn't like homosexuals all those years ago. Opinions change. Who honestly knows though. But, first of all the turn of the 16th Century could have been the day he changed his mind, or it may have happened naturally, or he may still have the same opinion. Again, who knows? It has been a near forever since he said it and all we can do is assume he still thinks like that. He mayn't though.

Then, aside from religion, I do not get why people hold prejudice against gays. I admit it, I did. I don't see why. I mean, I might automatically imagine two men in totally camp clothes snogging but sheesh. I didn't know that love is not about that. Love is when you want to be with someone, when you enjoy their presence, and TOLERATE their views. Kissing/hugging/snogging etc. is only a small part of it.

And what's more, people do not choose to be gay. Maybe, all his life, he had been waiting for the perfect woman, tall, fair hair, and whatever else a man would desire, when, on business he meets John. Fairly, well, un-attractive but they click. They talk, they're great friends, maybe not the same interests but then one day the man realises that John is the only man he wants to be with, no, the only person in the whole world. And sadly, a few people would gag at that little story I made up unless I replaced the 'man' for the woman. Then they'd all be swooning.


I know, a few of my friends are religious and I respect that, I'm happy that they think that way, but I'm afraid I can't agree with them on this one. I'm sorry. 

Thank you all for reading.
~May.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

This is the whole Shazam-doodle where we rant, right?

Hello, I'm Linney, and I'm going to rant. What am I going to rant about? Something there's a 99% chance you haven't heard of.

CSPE.

CSPE (which stands for Civic, Social and Political Education, it's not some weird disease or something) is a compulsory subject in Ireland for the Junior Certificate (often shortened to Junior Cert), a set of exams taken by all Irish teenagers about half-way through secondary school. It is a common paper, which is to say that there is no Higher, Ordinary or Foundation level, everyone does it at the same level.

Doesn't sound so bad, right? I mean, in theory it's rather interesting. Let's all discuss politics, equality and democracy in a non-judgemental environment! But no, it's not like that at all. Rather, we get a one-sided view from our teacher who smells funny and has terrible teeth. She makes such blatantly childish statements as "It is everyone's responsibility to vote in a general election," -- I mean sorry, but what the hell?

Sorry madam, but I'm not putting my money (or vote) on any of the disastrous politicians here, you can make a mess of things for yourself. I don't agree with their views, they're all a bunch of lying hypocrites and I do not want to feel any hint of responsibility for any single one of them burying this country deeper and deeper in its own crap. I say any of that to my teacher and it's wrong.

Oh yay, why don't we have a nice debate on how eco-friendly Ireland is and what improvements can be made to the way we use electricity, perhaps we could even maturely discuss the fact that I'm naturally sceptical about some of the claims people make about global warming!

Oh no, sorry, we can't do that either, because of course EVERYTHING the institutions for global warming say is right. It's not like science has ever been wrong before. The universe revolving around the earth, Corn Flakes causing cancer, the world being flat -- yeah yeah, that all happened. Yes, I'll just go around with some flowers stuffed up my nose because at one stage science said that doing so stops you from getting colds.

(Don't get me wrong, we need to combat the issue of energy consumption for a number of reasons, but we won't get into that here.)

So anyway, in conclusion, all of you who aren't in Ireland are lucky you don't have to do this abomination of a course, and I hope your impressionable young minds quench their thirst for knowledge by engaging in proper debate in order to get things actually done. Unless of course you don't give a hoot about politics, in which case go and have a little run around outside and enjoy the fresh air. Or something else that is fun for you, I'm not picky.

Happy ranting!
-Linney

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Darling Dear, Get A Grip

Post title shamelessly 'borrowed' from the wonderful Lyrical Lies by the terrific Cute Is What We Aim For. ;)
Today's rant is about the evils of popular music. More specifically, this is about the weak songs that submit to the macho man being the person who tells you what to do, what to say, and how to act. My example is the terrible song The Writer by Ellie Goulding. {lyrics here, video here}


The chorus in this tune is the part that really gets my goat. Telling someone that they can

...be the artist; and make me out of clay?
...be the writer and decide the words I say?

is just ridiculous. I find the idea surrounding popular song lyrics, the idea that you need a man to make you complete, utter rubbish. Artists like Ellie Goulding have achieved so much in their lives, especially the teenage phenomenons. Yet still they think a slow love song or an upbeat song about having tons of girlfriends {the former generally pretty young girls, the latter rapping dudes} is the ticket to fame. Take a reality check. You can write--or should I say sing, as the majority of popular female artists these days either don't write their own songs or just add a little--inspiring, uplifting songs. If you've got the talent you should be able to sing about cutlery. 
Take, for example, the brilliant Regina Spektor. Some of her songs are feisty and upbeat, some are more melancholy, but they are all amazingly written and make the listener think. Or maybe Dar Williams, a relatively unknown folk singer, who can yodel and do that twiddly crossing octaves thing with her voice in the space of one chorus and a verse. These women all write brilliant songs. Lots of them are about love, but are open for interpratation. None of these ladies have ever asked a temporary fling to tell them what to say. These women know their own minds.
So go out there. This is the twenty-first century. Know your own mind.
Maybe I'm completely missing the point, maybe The Writer is about loving someone so much you are them. But somehow the paltry lyrics just don't convey that. 
~Libby
P.S. Ellie Goulding is not the only one guilty of this crime. Many people are and The Writer was just the most recent song I heard.

Monday, August 16, 2010

School? (Extremely long post)

DICTIONARY OF CODENAMES
MrsTrE - Wants to be my best friend, I do not want her to be mine
L - Best friend, has left my school.
T - Super nice girl, I would like to be good friends with
N - Nice girl, I would like to be good friends with.
ABC - Nice girl, in with ST's (see below) clique
ST - bullyish annoying one
A1 & A2 - girls with the same real name who were/are bestfriends. They are ok.
 K9 - okay-ish girl who used to be unpopular but has 'raised her status'
 G - the incredibly annoying one
EA - annoying but harmless
C - okay, just like the other girls in  my class
SHA - Bossy boots, alright though.


 I dreamt last night of a place, not any old place; a wonderfully---- there is my attempt of being funny.
 But anyway, it's getting quite close to school time. I'm not exactly optimistic about it. What's my biggest 'wahhh'?

My best friend will no longer be in school.

And this girl, shall we call her MrsTrE .... anyway. So My best friend (lemme just call her L) and I were hanging out with this girl called MrsTrE cos she didn't have ANY friends in the school apart from this nasty piece of work in the class a year above us. So then she thought L was her best friend and I was kinda aswell. But now that L has left MrsTrE thinks I will become her best friend. I'd much rather hang out with T or N but I don't want to upset MrsTrE. :P

Also there are two incredibly b***hy girls in my class who I am sooo frikin' not looking forward to seeing. One of them actually bullied me, but then I told the teacher. She still annoys me sometimes but whenever I say stop she's all 'Sorry :('. At least I've got power. And the other one is just soo terrible grammar on the internet, annoying, telling me that they were already talking and giving the message for me to piss off.

I guess I am popular in my class, people like me but I'm not exactly I dunno. People have started cliques or w/e you call them. And well I was hanging' with L for most of the time so I guess we had our own little thing. The people who aren't in cliques are, i dunno, 'unpopular'?.

N is nice, she's the oldest and I'm the second oldest. But... well, I dunno how to put it. I don't know if I should put it. But anyway, she's smart and really interesting to talk to. We do get on really well.  

T is really really friendly and stuff. I know for a fact that she really likes me in a friend way. So I guess those two will be my 'buds'.

A1 and A2 are okay. They don't dislike me, but they are in a clique with the annoying one, G.




ABC and ST(the bullyish one) were in a clique with a girl who just left. They don't seem to like eachother too much. Always fighting and that. And K9 is another girl who hangs with them sometimes. She used to be 'uncool' but seems to have raised her status a bit.

EA is a little annoying, but harmless. C is alright. The wrest are good and okay and stuff. SAH is a bossy boots but whatcha gonna do with hormones and all that.

And MrsTrE has anger management problems.

I do enjoy looking through school books when we get them each year only to hate them as the year goes on. And I've been putting loads (6) key rings on my schoolbag. And there isn't any room for more. I've also got a few school supplies.

And to wrap this up, I'm not sure wether I'm looking forward to it or not.

~-~ Maeve

Friday, August 13, 2010

A Fashion Faux Pas

Seriously. Why do boys do it? Honest to goodness it frightens me. You must know what I'm talking about.
Sagging. The dictionary definition is as follows:
to hang down unevenly; droop.
This is not something that need apply to boy's trousers, and that I am adamant about. For some reason tween- and teen-aged boys believe it is cool to walk about displayed a ruler's length of their boxers. Which, frankly, is something I do not wish to see. 


Is their motive is to attract girls, to look cool or to make me retch? I can assure the third item is the only one they are succeeding in. No self-respecting female would mingle with a boy that thinks it is fashionable to bare his butt. And, for the record, the modern definition of 'sagging' stems from prisoners in the 1990's and nastiness that happened in the cells. Fashions from the '90's and dirty happenings are not cool. Plus if you're a wanna-be gangsta and rebel wearing sagging you'll look pretty constipated running away from the police as you stumble over your jeans and they tangle about your knees and ankles.


Plus--this is just not an economically sensible fashion. It's always a different pattern on your boxers, and although you can get two for a tenner, you end up buying ten for sixty quid. You can get a belt for £12.00. Affordable and less idiotic.


Think twice, boys, before baring your butt to the nation. Once you poop yourself in public with your trousers in the popular sagging style you'll regret it. Mark my words.


~Libby 

Sunday, August 1, 2010

The PETA

The thing that gets me with these guys is that when things can be REALLY, REALLY cruel they deny it's even happening.

*end*

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Killer Ronald McDonald

So. I remembered the PETA again. And, well, being bored, I decided to play their game: New Super Chick Sisters Game. What it is is a pun on the Mario games but instead using chicks as the 'Mario Brothers'. The first one is KFC and the second is McDonalds. Here are a few screenshots I took:

Pretty Standard. Choose a language. The 'sisters' have mustaches which is kind of odd....

Making an idiot of Mario. I'm guessing they stole the idea. I mean, who would let the PETA make 'chickens' of your characters?

The game-play. Evil Hamburgers and all. A frightened chick at the far right. My little chick version of Luigi on the left.

O.o

 All the pictures above are from the McDonalds version.  Below is KFC.


If you read that one, it's a menu. It's completely daft.

-May

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Being a Kid

Hello it's Sierra posting, I think I am going to just go straight into my post.

Being a kid gives you little respect. Whatever your doing you doing it wrong
It doesn't matter if you don't want to go on a really long walk even if we did only tell you five minutes before we have to leave.
I don't care if you are really sick you don't have a choice you have to go to school.
Even if it is your birthday I made this lunch for you already so eat it weather you like it or not.


It's especially hard being a kid in the 21st century
Adults always say how when they were kids they didn't have computers and when you said goodbye to somebody how they didn't have e-mail or face book to keep in touch that was usually it!
But it's not our fault we were born when we were born and when we have children they probably will have lots of technology that we don't have now. We probably can't imagine what more could be invented but then again 100 years ago I bet they couldn't imagine computers or things like that.

Also things like the environment when we come into the world it is already badly polluted when adults were kids things were probably more easy to fix because it wasn't as bad into it but now they just tell us kids to look after the environment. Like in National Geographic Kids Magazine every page is just telling you to be Eco - friendly (at least the English one).
So adults just make a big mess of the environment and then leave the next generation to clear it up!

Maybe I am over exaggerating but it's true! If you like at the adults National Geographic instead of all save the planet stuff. It's just information and what the magazine is supposed to be. So usually I end up reading the adult magazine as there are no 'be Eco - friendly' things on every page.

~Sierra

Monday, July 26, 2010

MOO

Sorry. But Anyways. Welcome to Ellie and all of the new ranters. But I think six people is enough for the moment.. Maybe in the future I'll 'recruit' more people. But not for now. Mmkay. Thanks bye! And tell yo budzzz.

~May

My turn to Rant! WOOT!

Hello~
I'm Ellie, and I live in England.
That's all you need to know about me.
But I do have a rant.

Don't you just hate it, when someone you're really close to goes and slags off something they know you really like?
Seriously, they should know you well enough to not be horrible to you. You like this, they like that. Do you go and slag off something they like? I don't think so.
And then, what happens next, is that your heart may be broken with this person, and you may not like them, but the moment they need something from you, then suddenly they're your best friend again.

I know people aren't the same, and they aren't perfect, but can't they be a little conscientious? Some things money can't buy, such as relationships and the fact you have someone you know you can trust with anything.
And that's all we come down to in the end, isn't it? We only get money to please ourselves and others, we're always worried about what other people think...
It's pathetic.
But we can't escape from it.
Because we're human, and not to try and quote any specific thing, but we're not perfect. And no one will ever be able to change that. We're not meant to last, we're meant to make the world a better place when we leave it than when we enter it.
And call it God's work, or whatever you want to call it - we should all do that.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Act Your Age!

Hello, it's May here today.
I love dolls and teddies, my room is kinda kiddie. No pink walls or anything though. All my friends think the dolls and stuff are pretty cool. But my teacher thought it was odd for 3 girls to like AG dolls, but of course that didn't bother me. But y'know. From time to time people comment on other people's youtubes and stuff saying 'OH GEEZ MOLLZ. I CANT BULYEV U LYKE DOZ KREPPY DOLLZ! LOL LOL LOL!' It's just unfairr and annoying. We can like what we like, we can be what we are.
Example? I used to really like books for girls younger than my age when I was 10/11. I'd read books aimed at eight year olds and stuff. The girl didn't mean any harm but when I said 'I'm reading The Witch Baby and Me' she said 'OH! My sister's reading that!' her sister was 7 or so. I'm lucky I don't have a bullying class. (Well. uh. something) But mixed schools and bigger classes make fun of you for the littlest things. 'LOL! GUYZ. GESS WAT I HURD 2DAY!' 'wat tell mi' 'MIA PLAYS WIT AG DOLLZ ANNND HUR ROOOM IZ LYKE PINK ANNND U KNOW, RLY BABIEISH!' 'lolololololol' darn rumors. DX

I wish people would keep to themselves. 'Got something good to say, say it. Got something bad to say, shut the fennell up' Bahh humbug.

-May

Sunday, July 18, 2010

"Company"

Hiya. So first of all, I apologize. There is no way I can be as serious as Libby was in the last post on the blog. (Which was amazing, by the way.)
It's too hard for me to express myself that way when other people (that I don't know in real life) can read it. I just can't. So I'm warning you, my rants will probably be a little silly. :/

All right.
So do you have the type of parent(s) that likes to invite people over to your home to stay overnight and visit? I do. My father, at least. Well, my family lives in the middle of the desert smack dab 30 miles away on each side from two towns. So hosting visitors isn't as common as it could be if we lived nearer to the city. But anyway.
So my dad invited over a couple (none of us others know) that work with him or something, but they live in southern California. So they come up our driveway (it's a steep, twisty, bumpy, roller-coaster-type driveway) with their huge trailer attached to their pickup and take about half an hour trying to turn it around (keep in mind, this is a HUGELY LONG THING THEY ARE TRYING TO TURN AROUND) and they even have to chainsaw down some branches because KEEP IN MIND WE LIVE ON THE TOP OF A HILL AND THERE REALLY ISN'T ENOUGH SPACE FOR TURNING AROUND VEHICLES LONGER THAN A COUPLE OF REGULAR CARS and then they have the nerve to bring along a ROTTWEILER AND SOME OTHER HUGE DOG THAT I CAN NOT REMEMBER AT THE MOMENT so of course, we have to pen our one-year-old Bernese Mountain Dog upstairs and we have to pen their dogs in the backyard because our Labrador lives outside. SO ANYWAY. Then of course my mother has to go get propane and ice because my dad is entertaining but the little store three miles away is CLOSED for some reason, even though it's only three in the afternoon, so then my mum comes back and has to start cooking and I have to sit upstairs with the puppy because she's practically having a panic attack that she can't go see the other dogs, which the owners think will fight her... And it's like HOT HOT HOT because this is JULY IN THE DESERT and the bugs are EVIL, so I happily stay upstairs playing Game-Boy. AND THEN we're like, okay, well they're only here for one night and they can stay in the trailer la di dah, (oh, and by the way did I mention we're having construction and fixing things up around our house so the guy that's helping is staying in our guest room so we have HIM there as well) and then, this morning, I asked my mom if they had left yet, and she said, no, they might stay another night. GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not to mention about a billion other things are happening around here, like my dad got his wallet stolen, so all of our credit cards and stuff had to be halted (except for a few that he didn't have, my mum did) and, yeah.

So if you didn't bother to read that, I don't blame you.
But that's what this blog is for, right?

-Gabrielle

Monday, July 12, 2010

Being A Girl

Hi. My name is Libby, and I’m a new contributor to Rant Once Or Twice.
And I’m I girl. And that’s what my rant is about.

Being a girl.

Being a girl is tough. Wear short skirts and you are immoral. Wear long skirts and you are a freak.

If you want to be a mama you are a doormat. If you want to work instead of having children, you are heartless.

Sip a mojito and you are a lout. Refrain from drinking and you are a killjoy.

You can’t be who you want to be, because who you want to be isn’t normal. Because normal is all that matters.

It’s okay for a guy to date loads of girls, because, you know, that’s what guys do, right? But if a girl so much as smiles at a boy, that’s it. She’s a total slut, a whore.
If you want to have faithfulness and feminism in your heart, you won’t win either way.

We’re living in a patriarchal society. Don’t raise the dinner lady’s pay—lower that of the bin man’s. You must travel with a man to keep safe. You must be in early, someone might hurt you.

Yes—you could get in trouble. But fall in love—and then fall out of it. Travel somewhere and go alone. Paint your face and wear it proudly. Walk barefoot through meadows and wear flower garlands round your wrists. Love everything, and love it hard. It’s what makes you a girl.

You’ll walk through the rain and come out with a better soul and a kinder heart because that’s how it is. Fight against injustice and then come home and cook.

Because you can still do it.

There’s no point listening to the ones who say that women are too weak. Think of all those who protest, or even of those who sat, and still sit, patiently at home with love in their eyes, waiting for their husband.

Strength comes in many ways. Don’t let anyone tell you that’s it’s impossible for you to be strong simply because you’re a girl.

That would be a lie.

Love,
Libby

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Accents

Hello My name is Sierra, I am American and I live in England I moved here when I was seven and one thing that has become pretty obvious for me is that British people love American accents! Unfortunately for me I still have a slight trace of one.
So one day, at some park with my friend, we were playing on this swing when some guy and his friend comes on the swing next to us. Me and my friend are talking to each other normally and the guy just says "Are you American?"
"Yes, I am." I say calmly and continue to talk with my friend. "So why did you chose here to go on holiday?" he continues to ask.
I roll my eyes and say "I am not on holiday I live here."
"Where do you live?" he asks. "I'd rather not say." I say.
After all he is a complete stranger.

"Well which state are you from?" he carries on asking. "You wouldn't of heard of it!" I warn but he just says over - confidently "Yes I would!"
"Michigan." I challenge. "Where's that?" he asks and my friend giggles.
"Near Chicago." I say. "Oh right." he says and starts to talk to his friend.

So by then I seriously thought he would finish bugging me so I start to turn to my friend when asks again "So have you ever been to Disney Land Florida?"
"Yes." I sigh getting impatient. "Yes I have, when I was four."
He opens his mouth about to ask yet another question when I put on a weird face and accent and say "My mummy says not to talk to strangers SO GOOD BYE!" I shout in his face and me and my friend walk away until about five minutes when we come back and as expected the guys are gone so we carry on whatever we were doing in peace until the next day when they......

~Sierra:D~

P.S. The reason that it says this was posted and 12:30 am is because I am posting this in England and because of the time difference here it is the morning.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Glasses

First of all, Hi. This is Gabrielle. And I'm a new contributor to Rant Once or Twice.

So here goes.

I wear glasses. I know lots of other people who wear glasses. Chances are, you know someone who wears glasses too. Now, the thing that bothers me is when people think that just because you wear glasses, you are completely and totally blind without them on.
"CAN YOU SEE THIS?" they yell, (as if wearing glasses makes you deaf as well) four fingers held in front of your face, "HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP?"
Hmmm...maybe I should humor them and let them think I really am blind. Of course, you don't really say that. Instead, you say, "OF COURSE I can see that! It's three bloody inches from my face!"
"Well SO-RRY!! I'm not the one that has to wear GLASSES!" But instead of just leaving you well alone, they step back a few feet. "HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP NOW?"
"Seven," you say, rolling your eyes.
In the meantime, your glasses seem to have made their way across the room, with people trying them on willy-nilly. "HOW DO I LOOK?!" someone shrieks.
"Okay, okay, okay, one last time," says the person testing your blindness, "how many fingers am I holding up NOW?"
"Two," you reply.
"HA HA HA! GOTCHA!!!!!!!!" they say, holding up their other hand, which was concealed in their pocket, and has three fingers raised.
"OKAY, you got me. Can I have my glasses back now?" Once you retrieve your glasses, you think with disgust, great, now I'm going to have to bathe these in sanitizer once I get home. 
And it's only nine in the morning.

-Gabrielle

Still Places!

I still have places open for more ranters! :) Read the first post (which isn't actually that far down the page) for details. Oh except, I've now made an email offically for Rant Once or Twice which is: rantonceortwice@gmail.com. Also, it calls me 'May and Others' but I (May) am the only person who can ever view the account. :) Unless I have to give permission to somebody else, which I doubt.

~May

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Vegetarianism: PETA

Okay, so as some as you know, I'm a vegetarian and I have been for a few years. I don't plan on changing this :)

I don't eat meat because I think it's cruel, it also tastes pretty sick. And don't be thinking Oh no, some 'or bloody complaining about people being cruel to animals. Cos you're pretty wrong there.

What I am here to complain about is those people. 'EWWWWW YOU MEANIE!!!! YOU BOUGHT A LEATHER HANDBAG I HATE YOUUUUUUU!' cool it sister. Like for an example the PETA. It's absolutly crazy. Take PETA kids as an example. Super chick sisters is a total rip off of Mario except they fight KFC and McDonalds. It's mad. Like with every single thing it's blood dripping from the KFC box and disgusting facts about how the chickens are treated. It's horrible to tell young children who'd be playing the game that chickens sensitive beaks are cut off. That's cruelty, to CHILDREN.
On the adult PETA website it gives reasons not to eat pork. If you don't want to eat meat, that's up to you, not some facts telling you that it makes you fat.
Oh jet, I've just clicked on a game on PETA kids. The game isn't availible so it tells me:

We’re sorry! We can’t find that page.

This could have happened for several reasons:

1. The page may be extinct, just as you soon could be, too, if you are still loading your plate with hamburgers, cheese pizzas, and other artery-clogging animal-based foods.

2. The page may have been moved, like animals in circuses, who are hauled around the country in poorly ventilated trailers and boxcars for up to 50 weeks a year in all kinds of extreme weather conditions.

3. You may have made a mistake while typing the address, or we may have made a mistake when creating the link. Mistakes can be corrected. When Anna Wintour got a dead raccoon dumped on her lap by an angry anti-fur protester, she should have learned that wearing the pelts of animals who were cruelly gassed, strangled, or electrocuted is a big mistake. Yet the creepy Cruella continues to push fur in the pages of Vogue.

4. Our Web server may be malfunctioning. When stun guns and “killing machines” in slaughterhouses malfunction, live chickens get dumped into tanks of scalding-hot water (for feather removal) while they are completely conscious, and workers cut the hooves off terrified, conscious cows.



The PETA are a BLOODY DISASTER. I wish they'd shove it. I know they're like, saving animals. But, it's not working I'm afraid. It's creepy. They should confront the companies and get people to sign petitions and stuff, on the streets. Not the internet, I mean, what kids use that anyway? I know! Children and teenagers who think the whole thing is hilarious, which of course it is. It's stupid. I'm not gonna try and stop them, why bother? I'm a happy vegetarian and I hate seeing things on TV with people killing animals on cookery programs. But I'm used to seeing others eat meat and it doesn't bother me. It's really up to you, not some mad PETA people. Don't let them influence you. Make the choice yourself.

~May

Friday, June 18, 2010

Why it's taking so long.

Appologese for the lack of rants but it's very hard to put something together that's ranty, good, and interesting. So yeah.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Rant once or twice

 Hey. This is called Rant once or twice! What it is is a fanclub for ranting XD Well, it's really like an essay of complaint. You email me with a sample of the sort of things you write. They must be essays of complaint or rants. Then if I like it, if it's good. You get to join this fan club! You may then post your rants or the link to rants on your blog. But nothing else. No 'I went to the funpark today' stuff. Just plain RANTS.

-May
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