Benson's May Favorites

I realise this is a future post but yolo we don’t live in the past.

Book

Again, my favorite book this month won’t be anything, because I’ll probably continue with my current trend of the year; only reading gossip magazines – books are of the past.

Film

Not really sure, most of the films coming up look pretty depressing, there's normally another hobbit or something which I will naturally have to pay for so my previous investment isn't to waste.

Song

Blank Space by Taylor Swift is the embodiment of everything wrong with teenage girl pop music, and why females 12-17 are 3 times more likely to suffer from depression than males. The music video features Taylor swift falling in love with a rich posh country gentleman. But, half way through pulling a tantrum at the slightest sign of trouble; smashing lots of expensive items and screaming while situated in her bed holding a butcher’s knife… I think we've got a few problems to sort out here before we head of to Mars.

TV Shows

Learn that all is paramount to money, motor talking and backstabbing is the route to good business and that some people really can be as mindless and thick as you thought, with the latest season of the Apprentice and a fresh set of assholes.

Album

My favorite album this month is by Sabaton, none of their songs could be top hits, featuring the whole range of musical cheese, repetitive rifts, a catchy chorus, and incoherent English.. Wait what that sounds like the perfect chart hit?!?

Whatever

Couldn't afford Kaiser Chiefs so had to see the Kooks instead.

Benson in.

The future is bright until you close your eyes.

Doctor Who - Listen Review

I don’t really know where to begin. I will start by warning anybody who hasn't seen the episode yet not to bother, its crap.

Moffat was his usual boring self, the plotline was typical and predicating. I would compare it to a garden weed, such as the nettle; it grows everywhere but nobody wants it. As result I felt nothing, but the sting of my brain beginning to digest itself with boredom.

Events churned through, orchestrated the way previous episodes were. As if to the tune of a repeated EMaj. 9#11 chord, everything about it was barbaric and unpolished. At times I thought the director was probably high, he must spend his whole pay check on drugs so to be permanently backed thus producing such a large amount of trudge.

The episode highlighted the lack of an overall story to doctor who which we have become so use to over the last decade. The episode, like the rest, had less purpose than a street lamp in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The few twists which had been chucked in were a poor attempt to produce an even tangibly interesting story, it was laughable; would be better suited in the next scary movie film.

Now let’s talk about the positives:

There were none, I would have been better off spending an hour listing to pink noise.

Its episodes like these which makes me ask myself “why do I bother watching doctor who.” I realise that I am like a dog with an abusive owner. I live in hope. Even though the chances of a walk or meal is remotely low, I must believe in the potential, without that I would not live at all.

0/10

Life is like an apple, useless without a spoon.

Carrie

Disappointment. Disappointment everywhere.
Carrie as a singular book is adequate however when coupled with the likes of Roald Dahl's Matilda it is clear that it missed the mark. Roald Dahl realised that by removing the unnecessary and disturbing graphic carnage, a book could be written of hope and valuable life lessons. Carrie is like all horror books and sole purpose is to disturb the reader with visions of burning children and indoctrinated hooliganic religious people.

The stories are true by the way, the biggest expenditure to the film version was the cost of all the bottles of tomato ketchup.

The indoctrinated hooliganic person featured in this horror book is Carrie White's mother, Margret white. Carrie of course, is the girl with the magic powers of telekinesis. She is, as is Matilda, unpopular, shy, and bullied. Carrie is the type of book you get half way through and feel you have to continue just to secure the time you invested in reading the first half. Thus, I will tell you the major 'horror' so to save you the chore; carrie is humiliated in the school gym as she has her first period and, having no understanding of the female menstruation cycle, believes she is bleeding to death. A couple of chapters later Carrie is subjected to a prank, through devious planning she is elected prom queen and while standing on stage is drenched in pig blood. Carrie realises that the only suitable retribution is to, using her powers, burn everyone in the room to death. The end.

I have never enjoyed Stephen king, I find him most disagreeable, particularly on the front of twilight, to be jealous of others success is not a favorable quality and I think such virtues shine through his works.

Jack out.
 
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I can’t stand Reddit

I’ve had enough. I have feelings about a TV show/book/film/CD/thing and if I share them on reddit I get ripped apart for poor spelling, grammar and content.

Until now.

Welcome to my blog. Remember me? I’m not surprised, nobody reads my posts on reddit anyways, I’ve had little success on any other medium, even 9gager and 4chan rejected me.

So I’ve decided to add my feelings to the gigantic internet trash site blogger which no one cares about, better somewhere than nowhere.

I’ve been sitting here at the top of the cliff hanger for ages.

I don’t like change and I don’t wear clothes.