Carnaval (Language warning - this entry wouldn´t have the same cathartic release without a few adult references. I try not to discriminate, and offend everyone equally) So Carnaval - it´s like the Eurovision Song contest, only choreographed on top of enormous speakers, on the back of a semi-trailer. Singers famous to people I don´t know, wearing spandex, all singing what may as well be the exact same 3-word pop-drivel in a language I don´t understand. The difference is, while Eurovision is equal parts boring, tragic and amusing, I´m not laughing. AND, watching Eurovision usually doesn´t include some fucking lowlife grabbing my girlfriend´s tits while searching all my pockets for something of value. Mostly though, it´s just boring. I know I´ll be divorced for this blog if K ever reads it, but Jesus Christ! What´s the point?
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