It's a somewhat frequent sight in particular Journalism classes at Toronto's Ryerson University. Two surly individuals are sitting in the back row, passing notes or whispering to each other. What kind of information are they trading? Are they quiet contemplations between close friends? Are they private secrets that are divulged only to each other? Are they romantic thoughts, perhaps the hushed nothings between delicate lovers?
Oh, god no.
Rather, they are the harsh, jagged, and cruel judgments on others in the classroom, the terrible things that happen to terrible people like them, and everything we think is wrong in the world, in spite of the fact that we probably deserve it, both collectively and respectively.
So what better than taking these childish and unkind acts of self-deprecation and outward loathing to a global stage?
Probably a lot of things, but I think we're missing the point here.
To repeat ourselves: greetings. I am Scaachi "Big S" Koul and my counterpart on this blog is Ian "Van Metro" Vandaelle, and we're doing our best to embrace pessimism through this new-fangled internets. We are currently first-year journalism students that have somehow maintained a kind of jaded nature reserved for war criminals and the repetatively jilted.
Our blog isn't much. Effectively it's the rantings of two people that hate everything. Literally. Name it and at least one of us hates it.
Birds.
They terrify me.
Shemales.
Well, Van tolerates them, but I don't thnk they're his favorite.
So come on in, take off your coat, have a cup of coffee, stay awhile. We guarantee that we'll make your life just a little bit worse with each post. It's what we do.
Kindest regards,
Big S and Little Van.
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ReplyDeleteBut to us, he's just our Van.
Yeah, Ian is new. This has changed my entire perspective of Van. And I wrote a little profile of him, too. I should KNOW this, man.
ReplyDeleteOn a side note, I love this. I like the new digs. Black suits the theme.