Uh oh…he’s Drink…drunk… (MArch 13, 2006)

So I’m wide awake on a breezy Monday morning night, actually I don’t know if it’s breezy, I’m inside. Anyway, I got to think ing a little bit and I decided to just throw out some random thought.s For one, to anyone who has wronged me in the past, I just have to wonder,,, what the fuck? Seriously, what did I ever do to you? Honestly, I’m willing to bet in fact that through out all the time I’ve known you, I have probably enriched your life somehow or another. Namely on the opposite side, I never took a damn thing back for any of it. Never did I retrieve anything or return the favor, I just was a plane damn nice guy. I can’t understand why you have selected me to snake your mongoose…if that makes any sense. Just close your eyes and thnk back to my roll in your life, and if maybe annoying at some times…did I ever do anything that bad?

You know what else? I don’t think women should be president! EVer!

Another thing I’m sick of is NTSC broadcast signals, enough already!

Furthermore, Podcasts rock, and if you don’t listen to podcasts, you’re living in the 20th century, which is 100 years ago already.

A lot of people have disagreed with some of my choices for the top ten girls, save it, you are all wrong.

Hulk Hogan still is God!

I have also been thinking about redesigning this site, anyone disagree, is it nice enough already?

Myspace annoys me so much! John C. Dvorak, whom I think worlds of calls it livejournal 2, and he’s pretty much right, I can’t think of many things he’s wrong about.

What the fuck happened to professional wrestling also?? I could give a shit about every character anymore. They’re all the same. I mean, back in the day, you never heard guys talk about winning the championship until 3 months until a championship match. Heck, the whole roster could go for years and not cross paths. Now it’s all “I’m gonna be champion” and then there’s a pay per view each month, that’s stupid. Matches used to be hyped for like months…I know it’s a money thing, 30 a month…just make 5 pay per views a year for 50 or 60, people will bite, especially if you know…there’s matches worth paying for.

Sirius radio is one of the best investments I ever … invested in. Without Howard in my daily life, I’d kill myself.

I HATE George Bush, he’s so ridiculously stupid, I can’t believe he got re-elected still. I hate the south, you guys should all be fucking nuked or form you own country and leave us alone. All we need to run this country is the entire North East, Illinois, Michigan, Florida, California, and Nevada. We also need to legalize prostitution, because … why the fuck not?

Abortion rocks!

Girls of the world…your AOL does not run slower because you “downloaded a lot of mp3s”

Nintendo is still the best by the way…The PSP is BS …P…. Get a DS and a portable media player. Fuck Sony, they’ve always been a shitty company. Other than a Playstation, I don’t think I’ve bought one Sony piece of hardware in like 10 years or so.

If you’re talking, you’re doing the wrong thing.

My eighth grade French Teacher, Ms Wang, was awesome but scary. Why? Because when she got fed up with you, she’d pull down her blouse and squirt you with her poisonous acid-like Milk! and she’d yell “MIIIILK” when she did it.

Girls, just because guys wanna fuck you does not make you hot. Guys will fuck anything really easily. The real test of how hot you are is if a guy will tongue you in a bad place.

Instead of taking vitamins, just eat food.

Don’t bother bitching about how great your cats are…I assure you mine are 1000 times cuter and have more personality.

Nobody likes Muslims

If I were rich, I wouldn’t donate to any charity, but I would probably invest money in making a big sign or banner proclaiming that I have not donated any money to charity, and fly it in a Helicopter in front of a charity place. Gotta let em know whose the bitch in this equation.

Whoever your childhood Superhero is…Hogan could beat them…The Green Ranger could smash him, Batman could bash him, and Palpatine could trash him.

I’ve decided to deem myself “Technophile” Hot right? Here’s a pic of 4 computers in my house right now…

Fuck you

That’s excluding 2 more.

Well everyone, I’m gonna be drunk off the net now…the 1st ammendment was fun, peace.

I am ready to Rock and Roll Once Again!!

Sorry dudes, working late and 6 days a week, been burning the midnight oil. Well I got some time to throw down now. I decided to let everyone know what they’re missing. It seems as though most music that is out there now is garbage. Here’s what I’m gonna review.

Scum of the Earth

Review: 10

More: So what if the sound like Rob Zombie? They make songs that Rob Zombie isn’t making, and that….that’s cool. They have some things that other bands are missing these days…you know, melodies, energy, talent.

Murderdolls

Review: 10

Totally M2J Style! They did what makes a metal band great. They took the hard grinding sound of the electric guitar and gave it melody, gave it life!! It’s nice to have a themed band again too. No more of this, “something for everyone.” Not even a fucking different mood. Don’t you hate that? You get an album and you wanna put it on and impress your friends. Show some girl what good music you have while you’re re-arranging her intestines, and then this one fucking stupid song comes on that completely contrasts the other fucking 8 1/2 songs. God damn, get over it. It’s like they’re not doing there job. Working in the same office, but doing a different job. Like if you were in charge of faxes and you decided to do copying as well (you fucking prick!).

 

Sethian

Review 10

Wow, band of the year man! They have such a ten sound. Music like this is few and far between. It relaxes me and makes me happy to be alive and not deaf.

 

Dragonforce

Review: 10

So here’s the dilly. Found a website called ytmnd.com. A nice guitar solo popped up in a bunch of cartoons. Finally, discovered it was Dragonforce, and that solo was from Fury of the Storm! Been hooked ever since.

 

The Veronicas

Review: 1

Don’t be confused, I just wanna fuck these broads.

 

The Birthday Massacre

Review: 10

So this band turns out is quite enjoyable. As for the chick lead singer…see above about the Veronics. Anyway, to these songs if you wanna hear about people getting stabbed and stuff, it’s still energetic.

Cypress Hill can rot in Cypress Hell

Cypress Hill, well known, but why? Insane in the Membrane? Well, bout a year ago, they came out with this song, “What’s Your Number?” Now I get a little behind on a lot of this junk (so in this case a year), but since it’s reached me finally, I HATE IT!

This fucking guy….

At first, I liked him. Why? This song seems like a great song, because the story it tells is promising and motivational…until this sorry son of a bitch completely separates himself from us, the little people, who just are completely beneath him and can only wish we had his life. I hope anyone reading this plans on never buying a Cypress Hill al…anything again. So let’s break down the lyrics of this song, line by line and take everyone through this story.

I met her a club, her friend liked me but she didn’t
She noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digits
She didn’t wanna be one of those hoes
In clothes exploiting her body from head to toes
She had glossy lips she was swaying her hips
On the dance floor and every nigga’s flashing her grip
Trying to impress her in vain she gave no play
Niggaz hit her up for numbers and she said no way
I thought to myself let it go and roll on, B
But like Smokey said she really had a hold on me
I couldn’t stop staring I started to fantasize with her
Voices in my head said she’s tantalizing ya
Even if I moved to the other side of the party
I had pictures in my head of her moving that body
I was beside myself with hunger pain
So I slowly walked over and I asked her name

[Chorus:]
What’s your name, what’s your number?
I’d like to get to know you
Can we have a conversation?
The night is young, girl give me a chance!

So guys, we all been there, a girl you see somewhere is just radiant and you are gonna feel like the biggest chump if you don’t just TRY. So you put it off and put it off, growing more doubtful as you continue to let yourself think about it…the harder it gets to do. The song has a nice melody, so we think this is gonna be a nice story. …and so far, it’s moving along nicely. We get to this part and mentally, I’m cheering along, he sucked it up and did it, he’s the man. We now await the end of the first chorus to find out what happened next.

She gave a smile but I got no answer though
I took a while before she gave a chance she’s acting cold
I offered her a drink she turned me down blat
She said if you want my name you gotta do better than that
I said OK, now your shit don’t stink
I’ma walk away only tried to buy you a drink
As I began to walk away she said I’m sorry for real
But every guy in the club tried slipping me pills
I don’t trust guys each and every one will lie to you
I said I understand but it’s not what I try to do
I wasn’t even gonna come to your table
But if I didn’t I knew that I’d regret it later
I go after what I want but I got class
For me no need to slip a pill if I want ass
She gave me a funny look I couldn’t tell what it meant
She let her guard down and on our conversation went

[Chorus repeats]

Okay, so NOW … this lil tale is falling apart, but I’m still a believer! She seems to be actually interested. Maybe he has a shot? So he offers her a drink, and she says no. He BUGS OUT on her! Now…SOMEHOW, everyone in the club trying to get her attention fails, he however goes ape shit on her and she actually stops him and apologizes. Maybe she just didn’t want to drink at that moment asshole! So now he’s bragging about his classy self. She gives him a funny look! W00T! Is it because she’s warming up to him or is it because he’s speaking in rhyme and won’t stop??

She said I want a man with a plan and ambition
Not an immature nigga on a “pussy-hit mission”
I’m too good for that I have so much to offer
Got a good job working at my mom and dad’s law firm
You got goals, that’s what she asked
Yeah I wanna fill my home with platinum plaques
It takes hard work but you know it’s coming after
She said ‘oh my God you must be a famous rapper!’
I do all right but I’m never satisfied
I’m told when you still love what you do it never gets old
I strive for more but that’s enough about me
Why don’t we skip out the club and take a walk on the street
We slipped out of the club with no worries
Seems she wanted to get out in a hurry
We hung all night till we lost our friends
Till they caught us bangin in the back of a Benz

[Chorus repeats, song ends, Matt hates Cypress Hill]

Okay folks, I’m going to have to dissect this one closely. Let’s start with the first part, “I’m too good for that I have so much to offer, got a good job working at my mom and dad’s law firm.” Oooh, big fat hairy deal, mommy and daddy got you a job because you were too stupid to find your own way in life. So she’s a spoiled rich bitch, who is basically receiving allowance doing a, “good job” at a law firm, notice she didn’t say she’s a lawyer, she just works at the firm. She probably answers the phone and gets her dad coffee and her mom douche. Enough about that, let’s get back to him. “Yeah I wanna fill my home with platinum plaques. It takes hard work but you know it’s coming after…She said ‘oh my God you must be a famous rapper!’” First of all, all he said was “I want to….” He didn’t say “more platinum plaques.” How the hell does that allow her to conclude he’s famous? I wanna fill my home with Nobel Prizes, did I necessarily do anything yet? No! …then again, I forget, she’s uneducated and that’s why she begged her parents for a job. Moving right along then…

I do all right but I’m never satisfied. I’m told when you still love what you do it never gets old. I strive for more but that’s enough about me. Why don’t we skip out the club and take a walk on the street…

A nice romantic walk, they can get away from the crowded club, take a quiet walk and get to know each other…I can concur. But that’s not all is it? No he’s a famous rapper, now he has her attention.

We slipped out of the club with no worries, Seems she wanted to get out in a hurry…” So she just wants to get out in a hurry because she met a guy that could be a real nice guy right? ….right?

We hung all night till we lost our friends,…oh dear, here’s where it all falls apart… Till they caught us bangin in the back of a Benz.

Wow! Okay, so now we have just jumped that margin from Hero to the Brotherhood to Asshole of the Year. So this girl was blowing off every guy in the club. He goes up to her, has got a nasty attitude because she didn’t want a Long Island Iced Tea, then tells her he’s famous, and in a matter of hours, she’s banging this guy in the back of a very expensive car.

This guy…

Yes, this guy…

THIS FUCKING GUY!

Girls, don’t try and tell me he’s at all cute. He’s fat, he’s a jackass, and he closely resembles High Pitched Eric from Howard Stern, especially in the picture above with that dumb-founded “which way did he go George?” look on his face. Yet he gets the most special girl in the club, and even though she’s a classy lady with high standards and seemingly “so much to offer,” she shacks up with this guy as soon as he mentions the word “rapper” and segwayed into “Benz.” Why is this particularly annoying? Because, I was rooting for him. I thought he was one of us. He pulled out the “I’m a famous rapper” card, he couldn’t get her without it. I was able to relate to this man, suddenly, he’s a rapper. Where does that leave me? You know what this also showed me? How much music has changed. It seems like for a long time up to only a few years ago, music was about everyone and everything. Anyone could listen to a song and relate. …The songs were very general. They weren’t always about the ARTIST. Listen to any song, even though outside the recording studio, the Shangri-Las were successful musicians…inside that recording booth, she was just a heart-broken girl, who fell for “The Leader of the Pack.” Now when you buy an Eminem CD, most of the songs are Eminem’s biography or fantasy, in either case, he’s himself, and not someone trying to deal with a real problem that someone has, you know what? I miss relating to songs. Cypress Hill in my important opinion had a golden opportunity to make every guy feel like the have a chance, and they took the easy way out and showed us that what it REALLY takes is going into a club and being B-Real. Being “Insane in the Membrane.” Well I’m not insane, and my membrane is fine…that doesn’t even make sense now that I think about it. Cypress Hill belongs with Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley and Nat King Cole…DEAD!

…and that is why I hate Cypress Hill.

How to be a Better Customer

Working at J&R, I’ve learned a valuable lesson, customers can be the stupidest fucking people in the entire planet. It boggles my mind. Some of them are just really out of their mind and crazy, but the rest of you, SHAME!

#1: Have your shit ready! I can’t believe how many calls I get with people asking about products and have no idea as to the name of what they are looking for. It boggles my mind. People forget the brand name, the model, or both. I had a fucking woman ask me about “the portable CD player with one battery.” Fuck you, you stupid idiot! I told her we didn’t have it, “Can you look again?” Every time. Get off my phone! Have your friggin card ready too. Know what else? try and memorize things like your ADDRESS and TELEPHONE NUMBER. You know how many people call up and I say, “Card number please?” I get a response like, “Oh dear, it’s all the way across the room and under a pile of papers, hang on a second.” You fucking called up a line to order shit, why the fuck aren’t you ready. “You address?” “Gee, uh…10….hmm…10…5?..” What the fuck??

#2: Have SOMETHING in mind. You know, people sometimes call up, and they want *SOMETHING*. No idea what. They ask you shit like, “What do you have in portable CD players?” We have EVERY FRIGGIN COMPANY THAT MAKES CD PLAYERS. They want me to go through the entire fucking list. You know what’s funny too? We have a store, a website, and a catalog…all of which have this info, yet people are so fucking lazy, they want me to look it up for them.

#3: DON’T BE FUCKING LAZY! Speaking of the website, you’re calling me, a sales rep…SALES…I’ll say it again, SALES! I’m not in the research department. Don’t call me up and ask me for “price checks.” That’s what the web is for. You understand? Don’t ask me for specs, that’s what the web is for. I don’t mind comparing two items closely, if it’s someone making a choice to to buy one, but don’t fucking call me up for info on products because “You’re just doing research.” Just so you people know, the description you see on the web is exactly the same as we have to look at.

#4: Don’t fucking call two weeks early. Too many times, people call up, ask you a 1000 questions and suddenly say “Well, I’m gonna buy this in about two weeks, I’ll call back then.” One guy had me price checking a million things, then wanted what the total would be. To get the exact total, I have to actually put the order together. So I told him I couldn’t do that, he said someone else had done it for him earlier…so that means he did this before, and he didn’t buy anything, asshole. I put together a home theatre system for him, haggled the price, had me do the entire order and then said he’d call back, of course he didn’t.

#5 SALES MEANS SALES Look, I’m not tech support. Why is that so hard to understand? People call up and ask for help with shit that they bought. That’s obviously not a sales question. You know when you want tech help and you call up bothering us…and you keep chatting away arguing about it, there’s actual paying customers waiting on the line for you to get off the damn phone…and you’re wasting a salesman’s time. We work on commission in case you didn’t know… You calling us up with questions and general inquiries is basically taking money out of our pocket, don’t do it anymore. As for Customer service, we have a separate line for that plainly advertised. Call that number, not us.

#6 We’re J&R Don’t EVER call up and ask for help with a product you didn’t buy from us just because you see that we carry it. PERIOD.

#7 Price matching We do our best to price match AUTHORIZED DEALERS ONLY. So SAM HAM’S Digital 1-2-3 World online we don’t match. You know what else? Don’t lie to us, we double check everything. I’ve had people ask me for price matches for things that the places don’t even carry, or have a higher price than us. And after 1 price match, don’t fucking bother us. We don’t have time to sit there all day looking for better prices. If you’re creaming yourself that much about a low price, buy it there and leave us alone. Otherwise there’s obviously a reason you don’t want to buy from them.

#8 Music and DVDs suck We make nothing on DVDs and CDs, when you call up to order them, you’re just pissing us off. Use the web or the god damn mail-in slip. We also don’t know what’s on CDs most of the time. When you ask us what songs are on the CD, we have to research that … that takes time, time is money. If you want a CD that much, you should know what’s on it. If you are looking for a song, find out what CD it’s on, don’t bother us. The lesson here is simple folks. I’m a sales representative. I work in the sales department. Calls I get should be one of two things: you want to buy something, or you want to compare two items and decide which one you want to buy, then buy it. That’s it. Research, tech support, customer service, is all not my job. It’d be the same thing as if I went to a hospital and demanded a nurse drive a truck for three hours. She’d leave work, and not get paid, and then drive the truck, and since she isn’t a truck driver, wouldn’t do very well, and would be losing money doing what she is supposed to do. Think about that. When you call up asking me how to put together the stereo you just bought, you’re basically taking food out of my mouth, and for that, I sincerely hope you drop dead, fucker.

Cults, Music and a whole lot of Thriller!

I HAVE RETURNED!

I took some time to reflect on things and boy howdy…I’m PISSED as can be at so many things, and I have grown to appreciate some things as well. It’s the year of the Rooster baby, and you know something, guess whose a fucking Rooster! That’s right M2J – COCK A DOODLE WHOO! So let’s not waste ANY time, let’s get to it!

FIRST, The FALUN GONG gang!

FUCK The Falun Gong gang! Fuck them in their stupid asses. Let me tell you something, I didn’t mind mind them botherin me every day, handing me the same “paper” each time I took the train (much). I didn’t mind them with their silly costume protests near city hall (much). But Jesus Christ, one day, after a long day’s work, I got on the bus, and these fuckers packed the damn thing! This was where I stopped being sympathetic, and wanting them all dead! I wanted them dead so I could have some God-Damn breathing room on the bus. Those mother fuckers! They had their signs and everything, taking up room my room! If they had just fucking skipped the matching gay blue jackets and materials to make the signs and the costumes and cages and whatever else they had, they coulda made an investment in their own fucking Van, and GOTTEN OFF OF MY BUS! Why are they protesting here anyway? This shit is goin down in China! We don’t give a shit! Forgetting the fact that they’re allowed to do whatever they want here, so they should just live here and practice their silly nonsense (wait they do, so they should just shut up), we’re busy Americans, BUSY NEW YORKERS! I’m trying to make ends meet over here and these fuckers want me to stop and read their nutty journalism? The icing on the cake is it’s ALL A FARSE! Yeah their “peaceful meditaion tribe” is actually a fucked up cult. The leader of the Falun Dafa Cult believes that inter-racial breeding and homosexuality is a devious plot by aliens to make sure that humans do not make it to heaven. I shit you not. Sickos, ONE!

SECOND, MICHAEL JACKSON!

Michael Jackson is a nice, soft spoken guy, I’m not… see where this is goin? Yo FUCK ALL YOU FUCKERS! You know I noticed that increasingly all of the alligations hold no evidence. They found porn in the mother fucker’s house, so WHAT? My mom had fucking porn, you think she reads porn? No everyone just has it. I remember when I was watching something about Jean-Benay Ramsey, a reported said, “They found golf clubs in one of the closets of the Ramsey house, possibly used for beating her with.” WTF? You can make that argument about anything! Think back to the Simpsons, when Homer was accused of sexual harrassment. “Marge put the cat out earlier. Possibly because it was sexually harrassed, we don’t know. Well fuck that! It was about that level of stupidity. ANYWAY, bottom line is, all the things they say Michael Jackson does…never has anything to show for it. I was watching a special on VH1, apparently he put a phone call in to Webster a few times, but the last time he was masturbating…BULLSHIT. Sorry, he’s Michael Jackson. As for his weird-traits…has anyone reading this ever worked in a theatric surrouning? Everyone who does art and theatre is kinda weird. I’m sorry, but it’s true…it comes with the territory. They all dress weird and speak funny, not a bad thing, there’s just a certain vibe. He’s a theatre person, period. Obviously no one who reports these things in Hollywood has ever dealt with creative minds before.

THIRD, FINALLY ENDING THINGS ON A GOOD NOTE – – MORTAL KOMBAT!

Was this not the greatest album ever? Seriously, it had something for everybody! To this day, I can’t think of a better soundtrack than the Mortal Kombat Soundtrack.

Track 1 – A Taste of things to come…you hear this track and you realize, after track one, the action hasn’t even started again. We hear Shang Tsung’s great voice and it really is a taste of things to come! When I first hear this song, I pissed my pants.

Track 2 – Goodbye by Gravity Kills…Awesome break up song, crisp sound.

Track 3 – KMFDM – Joint Juke Jezebel! Some of the finest industrial music ever.

Track 4 – Unlearn – Psykosonic – not really M2J Style, but I’m sure someone else out there loved it.

Track 5 – Traci Lords – Control…WOW, an Anthem of Techno music is all I got to say. Anyone who doesn’t like this song…either deaf or should be dead. For the first track I pissed, this one, I actually came.

Track 6 – Halcyon + On + On by Orbital, is the best song ever. Hackers tried to steal it, but Hackers sucks, that’s a whole other rant entirely though. Bottom line, have sex to this song.

Track 7 – The Utah Saints “Take On” the theme to Mortal Kombat…brilliant thing to do. This song was also the best song ever. The quotes, the melody, God, I’m speechless

Track 8 – The Invisible — G//Z/R – More not M2J Style, but hey…you can’t with them all.

Track 9 – Fear Factory, Zero Signal – Being a lil country boy, I didn’t know much about Fear Factory…then I came across this. Can you say, “Milestone?” Well, needless to say, it’s Fear Factory!

Track 10 – Again…M2J Style wasn’t present here, but you know what they say…One Man’s Sunset is Another Man’s Dawn…

Track 11 – Type O with a lil Blood and a lil Fire…Come on…Type O Always delivers the goods.

Track 12 – I Reject – Bile…booo, 1

Track 13 – Twist the Knife by Napalm Death…The last song on the list that is not M2J Style. Not a bad ratio if you ask me.

Track 14 – WHAT U SEE!? YOW! Mutha’s Day Out kicked some major fuckin ass here. To this day, I still pop this on when it’s time to feel aggressive!

Track 15 – Techno Syndrome by the Immortals…the song of song. Another best song ever…this was there and kicked in right when the shit was on. Shang Tsung and fuckin Liu Kang ready to rock and or roll…intense battle, intense music.

Track 16 – Goro Vs. Art, by Buckethead…One thing I will complain about…the placement of this song, didn’t flow, I would have switched the order up a bit…but that says nothing about my liking of the song, which, as you should have guessed…kicked ass!

Track 17 – Final Track, Final Kombat – More music that just totally reeks of awesomeness. This …and the first track, we make by the legendary P. Funk…who you could play as in NBA Jam if you knew the code. Anyway, by the time this song was on, I was so rattled with excitement, that I shit my pants and threw up…and a mysterious new bodily fluid was created and discharged from my ears, solely as a result of listening to this album, which is an experience so unique it can only be replicated by me listening to this album again.

Peace out all you miserable lil’ punkfaggots.

F*** the “Day After Tomorrow”

The day after tomorrow…was a great movie. There’s a catch however. Generally, I have a rule about movies. An hour and forty minutes. That’s the cut-off. After an hour and forty minutes…most of the time, a movie will go downhill. Depending on how long past an hour and forty minutes a movie is, it goes more downhill… So at an hour and forty minutes in…I leaned over to my boy Marion and said “Marion, an hour and forty minutes is up, this movie is about to get bad.” I didn’t even need to look at my watch, I have an internal sensor that makes me feel like getting up and leaving, because this movie’s time has expired. So…Marion thought I was being a little crazy. Who wouldn’t? This movie was really good. They had the building up to the storm, the steps of the storm growing, and the actual coming of the storm. The world is in shambles, the whole Northern Hemisphere has been frozen. The scenes were great, the story was great, the special effects were great.

…then they sent in the wolves.

Yeah, that’s right, the storm of the century and hurling humanity into a new ice age wasn’t enough…now there are wolves. Not only that, but they are in New York City…and have managed to make their way onto a boat that strayed into the streets after the big storm hit. The wolves (of course) are inherently evil. Meanwhile, the father in Washington says, “I’m gonna walk NY.” While doing this, the dreaded “eye of the storm” is now here…and it freezes things…not like gradual cold, but some sort of ice monster that follows them all. Earlier in the movie, pilots have their asses grounded when the storm is cold enough to freeze burning helicopter fuel…so how do these little civilians survive? They build a little fire and eat M&Ms. Their little fire beats out the ice monster. Then of course, the guy who walks to NY makes it, no trouble at all. Then the back up shows up with choppers ready to transport survivors…and on every building in New York City, there’s about 300 people. So nobody died apparently. The best is the end. South of like…the bible belt, everything is fine, and everyone moves down there and all is well. Then the movie just became a message about brotherhood and shit, fuck that boring ass nonsense. I was praying that the aliens from Independence Day would attack is right there, at our weakest. Woulda been a great plot twist, Hollywood doesn’t do those anymore.

The lesson here is easy…movies shouldn’t be over an hour and forty minutes. That’s 100 minutes. That’s more than enough. If a movie is like 120 or so, that isn’t horrible, not a lot of time for things to get fucked. Return of the King for example…12 or 13 hours…forget it. By the time the movie was over I found myself wishing all of the characters were dead…and were dead for at least….well….11 hours and 20 minutes.

F*** Goku

Okay okay okay, I know a lot of you jerks like Goku and wanna suck his dick and lick his “Dragon Balls” but hear me out. What the fuck is everyone doing, putting Dragon Ball Z up on this pedastool. Whenever you talk about super heros and characters from anything, ultimately, crossover battles become am issue (e.g. “Who would win? Superman or The Hulk?”) This expands to no end usually, but if you ever walk down the path of Dragon Ball Z, you find some jerk in that’ll say “DBZ fighters over everyone, it’s just on a different level completely, you gotta understand.” Like…does anyone stop and think for a minute that just maybe you should be judging the characters relatively to their universe? No, because the Dragon Ball Z fights all are clearly separated from everything else by making it plainly known that normal people like you and me have power levels of like 16 and Goku’s is like…3,023,443,016…and grows every 20 minutes. …but my question is, why does everyone accept this? Did anyone ever stop to think “Gee, that’s bullshit, the writers just made their characters the best.” Like hello, maybe there’s a chance that if you moved a hero (like say…Batman) onto the DBZ universe, his power level would be one that could at least contend with the DBZ fighters. I just can’t continue to see how people just accept such nonsense. Take wrestling, you can easily scale wrestlers to the power of DBZ level fighters. In the wrestling universe, yes, to some degree they have power levels, and you know what, if they were to cross over somehow into the DBZ crappy realm, they’d be somewhat on par. They wouldn’t all just be like, level 44. Goku has all these “omnipresent” feelings and senses, yet I do recall Krillin hitting him in the head with a rock…he didn’t see it coming. It hurt him. Now imagine if you will…that the rock wasn’t a rock…Imagine it was…I dunno, a Leg drop! Yes, a Leg -Drop from Hulk Hogan (who, by the way, is God) would win the fight. What would even constitute a victory. In wrestling it’s a 3 count. Hogan wouldn’t even have to completely kill him.

lg.jpg …no one gets up from the Hogan Leg Drop…BTW, “Gohan” is just “Hogan” wtih the “g” and “h” switched.

But yes, moving on, you see…DBZ didn’t do anything to be put on this high level of worship. Maybe if they made the cartoon really well. But it’s the same story, over and over. They’re all training, but when push comes to shove…only one of them is nearly strong enough, and suddenly, one of the other fighters emurges as the new hero for this battle. The fight goes on…for like…..6 months of TV. Everyday they show them standing there, bullshitting like girls on their period. Even though the Dragon Ball Z fighters are all so well trained and so well prepared, some jerk with funny looking stuff on them shows up and is way stronger. So they all team up on him and try to beat him, but it just seems like they all didn’t train enough, all is lost…they have failed, they were all counting on (Select: Goku, Gohan, Trunks, Vegetta) to be the savior. Then however, all of a sudden, one fighter reaches new potential…suddenly has become exponentially greater than they used to be, and suddenly (Select: Goku, Gohan, Trunks, Vegetta) wins the fight. …and only because we have been watching the same animation slide of them standing and talking for 6 months, we are finally satisfied to see the hero win with such vigor. Then 4 episodes later, they show the big enemy of one series suddenly get beaten in 30 seconds by someone whose help would have been useful 7 episodes ago…sigh…

But the way I see it, if you just make up a super-hero/adventure story with characters that are all powerful always…then I can do that do, and you all can’t argue with me! So I have made a new hero for the masses. In his first few minutes of being on Earth, he ate Goku and shat him out…then burned the shit with his mind.

The face of this new hero you ask?

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His name is Special Man.
Now, here are some of his abilities and such…He can never be hit because he’s like, transparent, translucent and intagible, but for some reason he can touch whatever he wants. He is super strong and super smart. His only weakness is that he has to ingest 7 pints of melted gold mixed with chocolate syrup, and he must do this willingly, otherwise it won’t work. The weapon he is trained with and has mastered is his enchanted pen-knife. That’s it, he always wins every fight, he can’t lose, no one can argue. Peace.

Video Game Instruction Booklets…Just Awful These Days

What the heck is up with these things lately? I have a lot of strong opinions about video games. Namely that they all suck pretty bad these days. Sports games and games designed to be multiplayer are still really fun, however, solo adventure games, just suck now. What happened? 3 fucking D happened. With very bad 4 channel synthesizer music, 8 bits of graphics, and very little space, Nintendo Entertainment System somehow is arguably the greatest system in history. It is a system that can be looked upon as a trend-setter that pushed console systems around that corner … that one last little push needed to blow home console gaming into a dynamite explosion. Now I could go on and on about how much games tend to SUCK that just happen to have good graphics, but that’s a whole other story. This is about the instruction books.
What can be wrong with the instruction booklets? Simple, someone stopped trying. When I was kid, these books were amazing and fun. You wanted to read them. You wanted to know about the game. In a lot of cases the instructions were part of the experience. Why was this? The games weren’t especially big. There were no 4 hour intros explaining what you had to do and who all the characters were. You had to read. You know what else? They made it fun. Super Mario Brothers…a classic that all know. This book had a story. The game itself wasn’t that big. All games weren’t that big back then, so they had to pad the books with some story embelishment. Mario got a small bio. The enemies all had explanations. Did a lot of you Mario fans who never made it back that far to days of Super Mario Brothers know that goombas are actually mushrooms that betrayed the mushroom kingdom?
Know what other game I’m going to bring into this? The Legend of Zelda. This game was Mario’s tag team partner. These two games are synonymous with Nintendo. Zelda had it all, a story, depictions of what the characters were supposed to look like. 8-bit may have done some injustices to the art and creativity of the programmers, but they made sure you knew what they wanted you to invision when playing. Look at the awesomeness…

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Tell me that isn’t beautiful. There was a long intro….a claymation model of the land the game took place in (Hyrule)…a MAP which was separate from the instruction book. Every enemy had an explanation…and an illustration. Every friggin’ item had the same. There were random illustrations too. Since games were pretty basic back then, all the controlls were accounted for. They dropped subtle hits of what to do at certain times in there as well. Like Mikey said, you were sad when you got to the last page.
Now let’s talk about the present. You open up your game….and there lies and instruction book. You open it up…and this fuckin thing has about a thousand different jumbles of what looks like a rejected connect-the-dots over a controller. There are so many buttons…and I know 99.9% of you do the same thing. You look at the page for a moment and say, “Who the fuck is gonna remember all this, I’ll just play and figure it out. No longer do the books have any character…literally, no characters really displayed or mentioned. It gives you a basic overview of the dumbest shit. Tells you things like the options menu. Who the fuck needs to pre-ordain what the options do? Example: “Options- BGM – Toggle background music on or off.” Don’t believe me? Have a look:

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What fucking balls. On its own it’s not so ballsy, but relatively speaking it is. Why, relative to what you ask? Here we go…the reason why these books suck…THEY LEAVE THINGS OUT! Already we have removed intros and overviews because of the 4 hours uninteractive yelping polygons performing a soap opera on the screen. Now when you start playing the game, you discover that controlls have been left out. Functions of things you may wanna know have been left out. Let’s go to the evidence…

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Doesn’t seem that the game on the right has any problems, however, there’s stuff missing….notice how the X button seems to have NO function? Well, it DOES! It’s the button that allows you to balance for grinds…which is a big big help in the game. This game isn’t that hard to play (control-wise at least) yet they are too lazy or too stupid to add one more line to indicate the basic function of one last button.It’s fucking absurd. No, not every game does this, but a lot do now. There’s something they leave out. With a multitude of all the controlls and buttons comes resposibility…which is to at least explain. Sorry if it takes up an extra page and costs another 4 cents to print, but knowing what a certain button does in a different situation than default stances could be a bit important. I don’t know what else to say. Formulate your own opinions, but bare in mind, I’m always right.

 

-Matt