In the western world we tell our kids about a fictional man known as Santa Claus. They are told that on Christmas eve Santa Claus will travel the whole world, leaving presents to all the children who have been well behaved that year. They will be left wrapped gifts under the Christmas tree, and their stockings will be stuffed with various trinkets and on Christmas morning they will wake up to the delight of all the new shit they have received. In turn children do as they are told throughout the year, and if they don't their parents will warn them with threats that they will not be getting anything for Christmas. The problem is that not getting presents isn't really that big of a deal. Sure, it would suck, but it's the type of thing you'd quickly get over.

In this world there are some people that everybody just seems to go on and on about for no real reason. I am talking about people like Michael Jackson, Tyra Banks, The Beatles, Elizabeth Taylor and Morgan Freeman etc etc. It sometimes feels like so much time is spent on these people that there are lots of other great people who go under appreciated. This article is dedicated to those people!

Bassplayer from Sum 41

This guy was heaps awesome. The black guy and the lead singer were always the guys from this band who got the props but the bassplayer was always the greatest member of this band in my opinion.

The other day I was passing through a shopping centre. I had headphones on. All of a sudden somebody stopped me walking and pulled me aside. I glanced over and saw it was a Mediterranean looking gentleman. He was wearing black dress pants and a white button down, long sleeve shirt. He was dressed well, but fairly casual at the same time, his five o’clock shadow adding to that effect. I pulled out my headphones and gave him my attention. “Sir, do you know about the Dead Sea?” he says to me, his voice mysterious and exotic sounding. While momentarily confusing, his words struck a deep chord within me. My time had come. This is what I have been waiting for. My calling. This was it.

Yesterday I got home at around 6am in the morning after a night out drinking. I planned to nap for a couple of hours, but I couldn't get to sleep and ended up watching a little television. I caught an episode of Bindi The Jungle Girl. It's a goofy kids show about Bindi Irwin living in a magical treehouse and there are segments where she, along with her mum, her younger brother, and her dad's best friend, fuck around with animals under the banner of education. The last I ever heard from this family was something about about Bindi Irwin launching her hip-hop career, and I thought they had moved past the fucking with animals thing, but apparently I was wrong.