Justin Bieber and the End of Sexual Identity

2011-02-19T08:37:00.000-08:00

Good morning, fellow adventurers.
The following image is my mental representation of Justin Bieber.

Imagine this screeching "Baby Baby Baby, Ooooh..."

If you must know, I Googled "Useless Fruit" and picked the first image on the queue. Thought my mental image has the berry a sick shade of cerulean, the candy red fits Bieber as well. Now, labeling him as "a fruit" isn't some backhanded statement against homosexuals. I have no beef (hur hur) with homosexuals. In fact, a Green Mage friend of mine is about propose to his personal trainer in the coming weeks, and I couldn't be happier for the two of them.

Right. My only experiences with Justin Bieber come from the super bowl commercial with Ozzy Osbourne, that obnoxious song mentioned in the caption, and bearing witness to pre-teen women dissolving into puddles when he's mentioned. So, a commercial where he tries to stand tall next to a rock legend, an androgynous song spurting repetitive lyrics concerning a topic he has no experience with, and the super power to melt the mindless.

He's a useless fruit. The banner waver of mediocrity, band wagoning, and limited power.
Bieber, you ride on the coat tails of a man who has taken enough chemicals to sate five 3rd-world countries. Bieber, you cannot write and your range is awful.
Bieber, you probably wake up in the middle of the night and high five your Night Rider poster for thinking you have some crazy Jedi power over a lot of sub-humans who'd squeal if they found five bucks - let alone listen to your music.

If three more Bieber-esque "entertainers" enter our pop-culture sphere then our entire race will transform into a mop-headed gaggle of rejects identified only by the music contained on their ipods. I suggest you class up your act a little. Might I suggest the following?


Tiny MS Paint sunglasses fix everything.

That one is free of charge, Bieber. Become a Biebro, or a Biebopper, or something with a little more grip than girlish man child what can hold a note. Seriously. You are in some oddly gained place of power, and a pair of tiny sunglasses, a bullet wound, or perhaps a fashionable addiction to the KFC Double Down would help our culture in one way or another.

Speaking of note...note to self: no blogging under the influence of Earl Gray tea. Hot.

TOMORROW: MS Paint sunglasses and you - a winner's tale.

An Introduction

2011-02-18T17:23:00.000-08:00

You may call me The Blue Mage. Or Blue Magus. Or just about anything involving a spell shaper of borrowed talents. I've spent my life stealing the ideas of others and bending them to my will. This was my militaristic duty up until a few months prior, and I cannot imagine dropping my talents in the face of retirement. So, here I'll sit, pillaging the populous for points to dissect.

And dissect I shall. This new world scares me. I live in fear that the tides of this coming generation's whimsy will white wash all that is sacred.

No, not all of my entries will be this wordy or heavy handed. I'm just a man like most of the others on this spread of lies we call the internet. And, in my honesty, I'm only standing on this momentary pedestal to spout a word or two about the enemies around me. Here...let me lay out for you what you should expect from this blog; in bolded and struck words, for taste's sake.

What You Will Find

Pop-culture icons lampooned
Musical trends mutilated
Fashion trends eviscerated
Philosophy Thwarted
Offense - vast, rampant offense

What Is Absent

Sense
Boundary
Quarter
Consideration
Colloquialism beyond examples

Read and raise a toast towards education. You're free to access a world that is dwindling away through the Bluest Mage's eye. Lucky you. Lucky you.

TOMORROW: Justin Bieber, and the End of Sexual Identity

Today's Blue Magic

Justin Bieber and the End of Sexual Identity

An Introduction