So, McCurry beat McDonalds in court, and now after 8 years of legal battles the small Malaysian restaurant is allowed to retain their prefix 'Mc', which in their case stands for 'Malaysian Chicken'. How sad is it that McDonalds, largest "land-owner" on the planet, the very epitome of modern day capitalism, would actually spend 8 years fighting for this? Is it only me that thinks this kind of behaviour is pathetic and/or psycopathic?
Lets look at this as a hypothetical scenario. You're in Putrajaya. You're hungry. You decide that you would like to eat. You see 'McCurry' across the road. Do you;
A) Confuse the restaurant's (and it's menu featuring "Fish head soup") aesthetically different decor for that of a McDonalds restaurant (But who could possibly do that? People local to the area still know what a McDonalds looks like and can read their own language, and if you can afford to fly to Malaysia as a tourist, then you've seen a McDonalds too. After all, they're all the fucking same.)?
B) Confuse it for a McDonalds initially, but upon entry decide to settle for a curry, thus robbing McDonalds of the rightfully earned dollars your purchase would have yielded them?
C) Recognise it as a curry restaurant, because you're NOT A COMPLETE FUCKING IDIOT?
I think I know what most people would do. When does it end? Are we going to see "Don Muck-lene" performing "Bye bye Miss Generic non-trademarked Pie of the Americas"? Where do you greedy shitnecks get off?
Seriously, this reeks. I can't believe we, as a 'culture', haven't set fire to McDonalds, and all of its disgusting scummy ilk. I had to use the toilets inside one the other day waiting for a tram, man, I had to hold my breath. Did I miss the meeting where all we decided that the smell of SEARING HOT DEATH AND PIGSHIT was acceptable?
Does anybody else feel like they're just being fucking used by these people? They use of teams of psychologists to target herds of humans into the insane mass slaughter and consumption of sentient beings and use nasty, nasty chemicals to make sure that their food tastes exactly the same (wet/shitty), whether you're in Adelaide, Tokyo, New York or Putrajaya. And its not just them, all of these companies do it, all of them just commodifying death at our expense.
Anyway, the above jpeg is the sum result of how I spent my time during dial-tones today.
Be excellent, K.
I BELIEVE I CAN FLY(ER)!
Had this gnarly dream where I was electrocuted. The toaster, I think, both blew and woke me up.
I started this zine in 2005 and managed to lose most of the pages before it was finished. Disheartened, I gave up and decided to spiral into a shitstorm. Oops. I found this just before stuck in the back of one of my uni notebooks. Aw shit. Maybe I would've found it if only I'd been a better student and/or attended class. In hindsight the world was probably spared a few cringeworthy sentences, but still, I like the front cover. So, up on the world wired net it goes.
All I can do is shrug now. I must've really liked the girl to let her touch my records.
