Last year we posted an article on why being depressed is awesome. Or at the very least, why false positivity is actually bad for you.

Not only was that one of the more popular posts to make it onto here, it also had fairly decent scientific backing behind it. The kind of in depth research you’d normally expect from a Cracked article! Well, reading various psych and scientific journals has yielded a few more fantastic nuggets!

Let’s begin with the fact that people that are less optimistic often tend to make better judgment calls, that are a little bit more correct, factually speaking. “When you’re happy your brain is more likely subconsciously to base decisions on experience and knowledge you’ve already accumulated, such as stereotypes. When you’re sad, you pay more attention to new information in the outside world – a style of thinking psychologists refer to as “accommodative”. It works a bit better than that, too, if you know how to play your moods right. Happy people tend to be more gullbile, whilst negative people tend to be more convincing. I’d say it’s got something to do with the eyebrows.

And lastly, as it turns out, being an optimist is likely to see you die younger. So pray tell, where do we look on the bright side of  that one, fuckers?

Of course the irony here is that the people that are supposedly deviant sexual perverts that must have reached this point in their life through massive depression and childhood abuse seem peachy fucking keen… Turns out that those that are into pain and bondage tend to be happier with themselves.

So the next time someone tells you to cheer up, happily tell them to sit on it. Sit and swivel until they squeal like a pig on a honey moon.

Frankly, I’m over the shiny, happy people. Michael Stipe has a lot to answer for, as does modern pop music. But fuck it, if you keep going through life angry all the time, you just end up like Angry Anderson, and that means hanging out with scientific credentials like these.

Whilst the drains on a wintery day are slowly becoming clogged with Hipsters and their stupid fixed gear bicycles and what seems to be the Western Version of Ganguru females with a stupid assortment of Ink. I have been slowly grinding my teeth into powder of the absurd flourishing mis-use, over-use and bastardisation of the word VINTAGE.

*Breathes* There I said it. When did vintage become the new word for old or second hand. I am down with the term Recycled Boutique to describe store that are a marginal step up from Vinnies, not there is anything wrong with Vinnies. Because hey Dude guess what if your shoes are one you borrowed from your older brother then guess what they are just freakin old-ish.

This all came to a head seeing an online post about someone going all doe eyed over a dress described as a Vinatge 80′s-90′s party dress. What in tarnation!

I swear the next person to blather on about Vintage I am going to be beat to death with a baguette

Remember how the entirety of Saturday morning’s TV broadcast was basically brought to you by the Mars/Funtastic Transforming Chocobot hour?

No?

Well, neither do I really, but I do remember there being amazingly cool toys… ok, just toys that I was told were cool, and the effective subtext being that I would be a massive social pariah if I didn’t annoy the fuck out of my parents until they caved in and purchased a whole bunch of cheaply made-in-Taiwan shit for me.

My parents actually knew how to say no to a screaming, crying child, and here I am today! (more…)

The readers that know me on Facebook are aware that a few weeks ago, I had to have my dog put down. Two days before Christmas to be precise. So, y’know, best Christmas ever! In hindsight, what I found most interesting about the whole affair is thing is the way that other people, when confronted with that sort of thing in their averagely happy daily lives, a) just don’t know how to deal with it; and b) really show how well they don’t know you.

I’m going to try to keep this away from being all about me. There’s LiveJournal for that bullshit. But there is some context that needs to be explained, because otherwise this seems like an angry, bitter rant… which I guess it kind of is, even if it isn’t intended to be.

Allow me to explain. That’s my dog, Particle Accelerator (Or Accel for short), there in the video… (more…)

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