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This is, for some crazy reason, a very inspiring video when it comes to those crazy, dreamlike, screwed up ideas we all get. I think it would make a pretty decent film too. It’s just very strange.

Shaun Tan is a great artist. His images always seem to evoke some sort of unexplainable feeling, usually something bleak yet beautiful. Wow, sounds so wanky, but it’s true. Go Shaun Tan!

Recently, having consumed a subway foot long of the meatball variety, I determined that what was once a reputable etablishment, eager to please its consumers with high quality output from second to none sandwich ‘artists’, has become a cess-pool of nonchalant slime and grease balls serving slime and grease filled subs. I talk, of course, of Subway. Oh, how far the mighty have fallen. Although, I guess the blame cannot be leveled entirely at the restaurant itself, I mean, I did purchase the footlong, and I knew it was going to be a hard slog. Perhaps then, one could argue that its my fault my subway footlong sub was, for all intents and purposes, shit. But then again, fuck that. I didn’t make it. Ney, I saw it being made, and knew that it was all downhill from that point on. Before I continue, I would like to aprise those reading this of the entrails of the subway footlong. Ingredients are as follows: A number of meatballs, cheddar cheese, (a toasting), all salad except carrots – as they are the scourge of humanities existence, [don't get me started on carrot cake], southwest chipotle sauce, salt and pepper. Now, not to mock the entire establishment, perhaps its just the low quality of the EQ related branch of subway headquarters, but this sub, apart from making me feel like shit right now, was a horrible feed. After seeing the soggy meatball stew ferment in my sweet sweet cultural heritage related bun (italian herbs and cheese) I decided to devote the topic of this blog to a good ole bitch fest about the scum that is EQ subway. What a sorry excuse for a sub. It distresses me that I was forced to implement a Mr. Pitt knife and fork related utensil system to merely injest my foodstuff, a foodstuff that by all means should be consumed with two things; a mouth, and a hand. Terrible subway, terrible. The cookies are still good though.

I intend to bring a caucophany of ruckus, with possible vindaloo on the side, but I’m not making any promises.