I Have a Heart, I Swear I Do.

So, Here she comes. The Most notable Holiday recognized by the general populace. The one that comes after New Years (which was awesome, by the by),but before Easter and, if you're Ontarian, Family Day. We don't even get a day off to celebrate and make love to one another.

That's Right. Valentine's Day is the day of which I speak.

I, for one, will spend the day listening to slutty music that I don't even like (Ke - cha ching - ha, for example. Her name does not employ the English language properly. Therefore, I do not recognize it as being legitimate. Just saying). Nevertheless, I shall be listening to both her and Christina Aguillera's "Dirty," all the while pretending that I do, in fact, have a significant other to share the day with.

But not really... Because that would be kind of pathetic.

I don't know when this became a tradition. I think it just happened. There just always happens to be a profound lack of a significant other around that particular time of the year/ It gives me an excuse to listen to "Dirty," I'm not gonna lie.

All of my hipster friends (which make up about 85 - 90% of my peeps) are going to hate me. After V-day, they are likely going to hot-glue ear-buds into my ears and force me to listen to gratuitous amounts of Lily Allen, Mumford and Sons, Modest mouse, Stars, Mother Mother, The Maccabees, Stroke 9, Beirut, Jenny and Johnny, and Florence and the Machine.

I can't say I'd complain about any of the above. Other than the hot-glue part. But I'd get over that, I guess.

Anyhow, I'd recommend this to anybody for V-day. Of course, this is just me assuming that everybody is always single on V-day. Which might defeat the purpose of the day. It would be a mass Oxymoron. Oh dear...

Anyhow. Moral of the story: Valentines day is stupid. I'm not being pessimistic, I'm being realistic.

This Miner-Rescue Has Been Been Brought to You By... Oakley Sunglasses

When the sunlight threatens to sear your eyes after over two months underground, Oakleys is the only brand to trust. Nice slogan, yes? I think so.



Chilean miners sport their 180 dollar sunglasses.

 It has become aparrent that Oakley sunglasses, while proving to be very useful in that they come in very handy when making the transition from pitch blackness to the sinlit overworld, manage to make a miracle look trashy. Shameless marketing ploys should not be making headlines the way that they are. Sure, Oakley sunglasses are great for rescue purposes. Sure, millions of people are now going to go out and buy millions of dollars worth of sunglasses to shield their eyes from harmful UV rays. And the publicity, forty-one million dollars worth of publicity, was, in the end, virtually nothing out of their pocket in comparison.

But. But but but but. It was planned. A marketing ploy. Not that It's hurting anyone, really. I just feel like as if it takes away the goodwill of the gesture to a certain degree.

I honestly have abslutely no clue what to think. Was it simply an act of goodwill? Or was it a self-important act conducted by a corperation that, by definition, resembles the makeup of a psychopath? The latter seems to be far more likely, but the former is what I would like to believe.

... Also, since I neglected to put a song as the title of the blog (as per usual), I have taken the time and effort to provide you with an interchangeable song as the title. Just block out the current one, with your thumb or index finger, then use your imagination.

ahem...

Try to find a light on somewhere, I'm finding I'm falling in love with the dark over here.