Speaking of the Cubs, if anyone saw last night's game or any highlights (and not to mention gives a shit), you are full well aware of the foul ball incident where a fan got in the way of Moises Alou catching a foul ball.
Here's a Chicago Tribune article on the guy involved in whole affair. As a warning, the Tribune requires registration for reading their articles.
Right after it happened, I was fucking pissed at that guy. Even now, I really, really want to hate him. But I just can't. Thinking of him with his headphones and Cubs sweatshirt on, totally expressionless and motionless, just makes me want to cry because I know that guy felt worse than just about any other person alive at that moment. I'm sure those feelings haven't changed.
Yes, that guy fucked up, and helped screw us out of an out that we desperately needed. Still, he didn't force the Cubs' pitching staff to completely fall apart, allowing run after run in an 8-run inning. He didn't make Alex Gonzalez mishandle a routine grounder that would have given us another crucial out. He didn't silence the Cubs offense, which had two more innings to try and win back the game.
I obviously want the Cubs to win tonight because I'm a Cubs fan, but I also want them to win for that fan. If the Cubs lose tonight, I would seriously fear for that guy's life, because, well, it's Chicago. And the Cubs. No matter what, he will always be remembered as the one who beat us in game 6, despite the fact that the Cubs beat themselves in game 6. If the Cubs lose tonight, he will be blamed for keeping us out of the series.
Well, here's the deal. If the Cubs can't recover from interference by one fan, then how the fuck are they going to beat the Yankees?
Please, Chicago, win that goddamn game tonight. I guarantee you that fan wants it as desperately as the rest of us do. Even though that guy's actions fucked us up, he still deserves to see a Cubs victory tonight.
Cubs, please fucking win tonight, for this guy and for the rest of us. And regardless of the outcome, Chicago fans, please leave this guy alone. I can promise you he's already suffered enough.
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
So today is one of those days where I just want to go to sleep and not wake up. Ever.
It could all turn out fine, but I'm on the brink of either the two most exciting things I've ever faced or two of the biggest disappointments I've ever faced (which, again, will show you how simple, shallow, and easy my life is). In the grand scheme of things, none of it matters, but that's not going to keep it from getting me down, I know full well that it could be way, way worse. I could be starving in Africa or getting bombed in Iraq. What can I say, I'm a selfish, self-centered person.
One big potential disappointment is beyond unimportant, because it's sports. You know what I'm talking about. I try not to invest myself in sports, but something happens to make me care again. The Cubs could very well win game 7 tonight, but they might lose. Either way, I'll get over it, since after all, it's just sports.
The other huge potential disappointment is my current job situation. I've gone through two interviews with one company, and been told by the guys I'd be working with that I'm their choice for the job. They've seen what I have to offer and I'm the one they want, despite the other candidates who have been interviewed, many with years (even decades) of directly applicable experience. The reason they've decided to go with someone inexperienced in general, and me in specific, is because they want someone new and fresh in there to shake things up a bit.
So what's the fucking problem? Upper management. Management is just beyond infuriating, because they don't work off of the logic that most other people use. What's their big issue with hiring me? That I might leave in a year or so if the job market heats up, when they're looking for someone to be around for the long-haul.
There's no fucking reason I'd leave in such a short time-frame unless I was being treated like shit, which I have a good feeling I will not be. This job is perfect, just the exact thing I was looking for. I'm not going to leave any time soon because I NEED some sort of long-term stability. I want what they want. So far, management can only see its stupid black-and-white view of things, though, and so I have to work to convince THEM of what both I and the engineers whom I will be working with every day already know.
This has me terrified because it was thanks to upper management that I worked as an intern for a company for two fucking years and still didn't get hired. There were managers and engineers who fucking wanted me there, but their hands were tied. When I ended up having to leave that company, I was beyond devastated.
If I don't get this current job, I won't feel as bad as with the internship, but it's still going to be a crushing defeat. To be told that you're the chosen one and to still not get hired would be the biggest fucking piece of bullshit I've ever seen. Either way, where I'm at right now looks hauntingly familiar to where I was for those two years as an intern.
Naturally, I'm being impatient. I've been living back home for five months now, and I'm dying to get back out on my own. It's been that way since day one. Being at home isn't Dachau, and I get along well with my parents, despite the fact that my mother's OCD is worse than mine. It's obviously better than not having somewhere to live. I just hate this awful feeling of being a fucking loser with no real job and no independence. I look at the girls every night, telling them I'm working on getting us the hell out of there, maybe tomorrow will bring the news we're waiting for. Of course, they're inanimate, and aren't even capable of giving a shit.
It seems like that's how it always goes with me; things are really good initially, and then they fall apart in the end. Finding a wonderful girlfriend, only to find out what an awful, awful bitch she is in a relatively short time span, leaving me fucked up for years. Watching the Cubs up 3 to 1 in the NLCS, only to see the curse return once again. Making the grade and impressing a company, being told I'm "as good as hired" and then getting stifled by stupid corporate bullshit. It's all about short-lived glory. I'm not special in this regard, but this is why I live my life on the defensive. Any time something good happens, it's not long before I become terrified about an ugly outcome. Yeah, thinking that way doesn't help anything, but it's hard to shake those feelings when the pattern has been so pervasive.
This is partly why I've become as materialistic as I am. Like I've said before, material goods aren't of paramount importance, but they are a nice pick me up when I need it. Yeah, more short-lived glory. But it's something when nothing else seems to be going right. A new DVD to watch. A new toy to open up. A new magazine to jerk off to. Pretty much just distractions to distract me from all the shit that pisses me off. It can be just as much of a pain in the ass, though, like worrying if Amazon really ever will send me a Chobits box, or if that fairly expensive order that should have been here already will ever arrive. Just more meaningless nonsense.
Yes, I know. The Cubs might win game 7 tonight. I might get that job. Those stupid orders will probably show up. I'm just so frustrated at this point that I'm not exploding in anger, I'm not breaking down crying, I'm just worn out. As KMFDM says in "Dogma," "all we're waiting for is for something worth waiting for."
Okay, that's enough feeling sorry for myself for now. Boo fucking hoo.
Why the fuck do we even bother with all this shit?
It could all turn out fine, but I'm on the brink of either the two most exciting things I've ever faced or two of the biggest disappointments I've ever faced (which, again, will show you how simple, shallow, and easy my life is). In the grand scheme of things, none of it matters, but that's not going to keep it from getting me down, I know full well that it could be way, way worse. I could be starving in Africa or getting bombed in Iraq. What can I say, I'm a selfish, self-centered person.
One big potential disappointment is beyond unimportant, because it's sports. You know what I'm talking about. I try not to invest myself in sports, but something happens to make me care again. The Cubs could very well win game 7 tonight, but they might lose. Either way, I'll get over it, since after all, it's just sports.
The other huge potential disappointment is my current job situation. I've gone through two interviews with one company, and been told by the guys I'd be working with that I'm their choice for the job. They've seen what I have to offer and I'm the one they want, despite the other candidates who have been interviewed, many with years (even decades) of directly applicable experience. The reason they've decided to go with someone inexperienced in general, and me in specific, is because they want someone new and fresh in there to shake things up a bit.
So what's the fucking problem? Upper management. Management is just beyond infuriating, because they don't work off of the logic that most other people use. What's their big issue with hiring me? That I might leave in a year or so if the job market heats up, when they're looking for someone to be around for the long-haul.
There's no fucking reason I'd leave in such a short time-frame unless I was being treated like shit, which I have a good feeling I will not be. This job is perfect, just the exact thing I was looking for. I'm not going to leave any time soon because I NEED some sort of long-term stability. I want what they want. So far, management can only see its stupid black-and-white view of things, though, and so I have to work to convince THEM of what both I and the engineers whom I will be working with every day already know.
This has me terrified because it was thanks to upper management that I worked as an intern for a company for two fucking years and still didn't get hired. There were managers and engineers who fucking wanted me there, but their hands were tied. When I ended up having to leave that company, I was beyond devastated.
If I don't get this current job, I won't feel as bad as with the internship, but it's still going to be a crushing defeat. To be told that you're the chosen one and to still not get hired would be the biggest fucking piece of bullshit I've ever seen. Either way, where I'm at right now looks hauntingly familiar to where I was for those two years as an intern.
Naturally, I'm being impatient. I've been living back home for five months now, and I'm dying to get back out on my own. It's been that way since day one. Being at home isn't Dachau, and I get along well with my parents, despite the fact that my mother's OCD is worse than mine. It's obviously better than not having somewhere to live. I just hate this awful feeling of being a fucking loser with no real job and no independence. I look at the girls every night, telling them I'm working on getting us the hell out of there, maybe tomorrow will bring the news we're waiting for. Of course, they're inanimate, and aren't even capable of giving a shit.
It seems like that's how it always goes with me; things are really good initially, and then they fall apart in the end. Finding a wonderful girlfriend, only to find out what an awful, awful bitch she is in a relatively short time span, leaving me fucked up for years. Watching the Cubs up 3 to 1 in the NLCS, only to see the curse return once again. Making the grade and impressing a company, being told I'm "as good as hired" and then getting stifled by stupid corporate bullshit. It's all about short-lived glory. I'm not special in this regard, but this is why I live my life on the defensive. Any time something good happens, it's not long before I become terrified about an ugly outcome. Yeah, thinking that way doesn't help anything, but it's hard to shake those feelings when the pattern has been so pervasive.
This is partly why I've become as materialistic as I am. Like I've said before, material goods aren't of paramount importance, but they are a nice pick me up when I need it. Yeah, more short-lived glory. But it's something when nothing else seems to be going right. A new DVD to watch. A new toy to open up. A new magazine to jerk off to. Pretty much just distractions to distract me from all the shit that pisses me off. It can be just as much of a pain in the ass, though, like worrying if Amazon really ever will send me a Chobits box, or if that fairly expensive order that should have been here already will ever arrive. Just more meaningless nonsense.
Yes, I know. The Cubs might win game 7 tonight. I might get that job. Those stupid orders will probably show up. I'm just so frustrated at this point that I'm not exploding in anger, I'm not breaking down crying, I'm just worn out. As KMFDM says in "Dogma," "all we're waiting for is for something worth waiting for."
Okay, that's enough feeling sorry for myself for now. Boo fucking hoo.
Why the fuck do we even bother with all this shit?
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Apparently, the Supreme Court is the only one doing anything today, since they're dominating my posts. Here's more info on the gas tank search case I was bitching about earlier.
Here's some more on the Supreme Court's decision to actually work towards a decision on protecting children from online porn. Here's to hoping that nigger-loving ACL-Jew keeps fighting the good fight.
In case you're wondering about that patently offensive ACLU comment, just go read this and don't give me any shit.
So, how do we protect kids from online porn? Hmmm, I dunno... Parents? Would it kill them to do their fucking job every now and then? Yes, I know it's not easy being a parent, blah blah blah. Furthermore, you can't watch kids all the time. But you know what? Kids have been finding porn since well before the Internet. Guys, raise your hand if you had a friend who showed you his dad's Playboys when you were younger. I see a few hands. Probably even a few from women.
If kids do come across porn, how about parents just take the time to actually talk about it and explain things? I mean, we can explain the Holocaust, nuclear annihilation, and the Ice Capades, but not bukkake? C'mon.
Pornography is obviously not for children, but you can't just go around fucking adults who have legal rights just because we're too lazy to tackle some issues and do some parenting.
In case you're wondering about that patently offensive ACLU comment, just go read this and don't give me any shit.
So, how do we protect kids from online porn? Hmmm, I dunno... Parents? Would it kill them to do their fucking job every now and then? Yes, I know it's not easy being a parent, blah blah blah. Furthermore, you can't watch kids all the time. But you know what? Kids have been finding porn since well before the Internet. Guys, raise your hand if you had a friend who showed you his dad's Playboys when you were younger. I see a few hands. Probably even a few from women.
If kids do come across porn, how about parents just take the time to actually talk about it and explain things? I mean, we can explain the Holocaust, nuclear annihilation, and the Ice Capades, but not bukkake? C'mon.
Pornography is obviously not for children, but you can't just go around fucking adults who have legal rights just because we're too lazy to tackle some issues and do some parenting.
Continuing with the Supreme Theme, as well as the drug theme, here's more on the Court's decision to not make a decision on the medical marijuana issue briefly mentioned in that NYT article.
God, what a bunch of shit. I don't think marijuana use should be illegal, and this is coming from a total square who has never smoked pot. Just like with cigarettes, just because I'm not into it doesn't mean others shouldn't be when it isn't fucking harming anyone else.
The medical marijuana issue is even more irritating just because it's this hard-assed, letter of the law shit that is completely unnecessary. The government for years has been Mr. Mackey, preaching to us that "drugs are bad, mmm-kay, you shouldn't take drugs." And just because drugs are "bad," that means they can never be used in a way that helps people. Shit, it helps people in general, but it most definitely helps those with terminal illnesses. The government (and I'm not just talking about the Bush administration, either) doesn't care, instead allowing itself to be completely blinded by its own ideals, and totally ignoring the human side of things.
Naturally, to admit that drugs that don't come from Pfizer have some good uses would be to admit that they're wrong in one way or another. They of course cannot show any fallibility since drugs have somehow become a moral issue, despite the fact that in many cases it is not a moral issue. Sure, drugs can lead to violence, but lots of times they do not. It's pretty much like swearing or masturbating - if any rational person thinks about drugs, saying things like "fuck," or jerking off, there's not a goddamn thing wrong with any of those activities in many instances. Still, somehow, you're a "bad" person for doing any of those things. Well, fuck that, I say, as I head off to download porn and smoke up.
Okay, I'm not going to go smoke up, since I've already pointed out that I'm lame and don't do any of that (but in the words of Dante, "I should start"), but the effect just wouldn't have been achieved without mentioning it, 'ya know?
Maybe more importantly, admitting they're wrong could lead to a lot of the money flowing in the "war" to dry up, and we can't have that.
God, what a bunch of shit. I don't think marijuana use should be illegal, and this is coming from a total square who has never smoked pot. Just like with cigarettes, just because I'm not into it doesn't mean others shouldn't be when it isn't fucking harming anyone else.
The medical marijuana issue is even more irritating just because it's this hard-assed, letter of the law shit that is completely unnecessary. The government for years has been Mr. Mackey, preaching to us that "drugs are bad, mmm-kay, you shouldn't take drugs." And just because drugs are "bad," that means they can never be used in a way that helps people. Shit, it helps people in general, but it most definitely helps those with terminal illnesses. The government (and I'm not just talking about the Bush administration, either) doesn't care, instead allowing itself to be completely blinded by its own ideals, and totally ignoring the human side of things.
Naturally, to admit that drugs that don't come from Pfizer have some good uses would be to admit that they're wrong in one way or another. They of course cannot show any fallibility since drugs have somehow become a moral issue, despite the fact that in many cases it is not a moral issue. Sure, drugs can lead to violence, but lots of times they do not. It's pretty much like swearing or masturbating - if any rational person thinks about drugs, saying things like "fuck," or jerking off, there's not a goddamn thing wrong with any of those activities in many instances. Still, somehow, you're a "bad" person for doing any of those things. Well, fuck that, I say, as I head off to download porn and smoke up.
Okay, I'm not going to go smoke up, since I've already pointed out that I'm lame and don't do any of that (but in the words of Dante, "I should start"), but the effect just wouldn't have been achieved without mentioning it, 'ya know?
Maybe more importantly, admitting they're wrong could lead to a lot of the money flowing in the "war" to dry up, and we can't have that.
That Supreme Court article also made mention of another thing that's been pissing me off for awhile. There's mention of that case about searching gas tanks at border crossings, which the Bush administration says is "indispensable to the war on drugs and terrorism." Now, I can't say for sure if the Administration used the exact phrase "war on drugs and terrorism" since that's not a direct quote, but I wouldn't doubt if they have used that phrase.
Linking the war on drugs with terrorism is fucking bullshit, because it's just trying to link one thing we know is bad, terrorism, with something we're being told is bad, drugs. They're put side by side just for cheap effect.
While we're at it, the war on drugs itself is fucking bullshit, and I don't care what those stupid fucking commercials tell you.
Take for instance that commercial which tells us that drug money funds the terrorists. The first time I saw that commercial, I was so infuriated that I nearly had blood coming from my eyes. Just like the "war on drugs and terrorism," to try and make this mental link between drugs and terrorism is beyond heinous. Are drugs and terrorism completely unrelated? No. But to take advantage of the war on terrorism and exploit it to push one of your other causes is offensive and wrong.
Guess what else funds terrorism? Oil. A lot of the guys trying to kill us now have a lot of backing and funding from the Middle east, where last time I checked, oil is a big thing.
Then there's that commercial where a 30s-40s-ish woman is doing a pregnancy test, which comes up positive, and then at the end of the commercial - SURPRISE! - the camera pans and you see that the pregnancy test was actually for her teenage daughter. Naturally, pot is to blame. Here's the deal: that girl was hot, and odds are she was going to be having sex, pot or no pot.
Guess what else leads to unwanted pregnancy? Alcohol. I'm willing to bet that there are more unwanted pregnancies due to alcohol than marijuana. Naturally, you don't see commercials coming out against that, because the liquor industry has money which they put to use by paying lobbyists.
Just another daily example of the lies, bullshit, and innuendo that we for some reason stand for in this country.
Linking the war on drugs with terrorism is fucking bullshit, because it's just trying to link one thing we know is bad, terrorism, with something we're being told is bad, drugs. They're put side by side just for cheap effect.
While we're at it, the war on drugs itself is fucking bullshit, and I don't care what those stupid fucking commercials tell you.
Take for instance that commercial which tells us that drug money funds the terrorists. The first time I saw that commercial, I was so infuriated that I nearly had blood coming from my eyes. Just like the "war on drugs and terrorism," to try and make this mental link between drugs and terrorism is beyond heinous. Are drugs and terrorism completely unrelated? No. But to take advantage of the war on terrorism and exploit it to push one of your other causes is offensive and wrong.
Guess what else funds terrorism? Oil. A lot of the guys trying to kill us now have a lot of backing and funding from the Middle east, where last time I checked, oil is a big thing.
Then there's that commercial where a 30s-40s-ish woman is doing a pregnancy test, which comes up positive, and then at the end of the commercial - SURPRISE! - the camera pans and you see that the pregnancy test was actually for her teenage daughter. Naturally, pot is to blame. Here's the deal: that girl was hot, and odds are she was going to be having sex, pot or no pot.
Guess what else leads to unwanted pregnancy? Alcohol. I'm willing to bet that there are more unwanted pregnancies due to alcohol than marijuana. Naturally, you don't see commercials coming out against that, because the liquor industry has money which they put to use by paying lobbyists.
Just another daily example of the lies, bullshit, and innuendo that we for some reason stand for in this country.
So this may turn out interesting.
On one hand, it's like, yeah, the pledge and its God reference are more about "ceremony and history". The problem is that it's part of our history of favoring Christianity over, well, everything. It's always "no, we're not trying to establish one religion for favor one other the other" (wink, wink).
Unfortunately, even if the ruling to remove "under God" stands, it won't do much to change that fact.
On one hand, it's like, yeah, the pledge and its God reference are more about "ceremony and history". The problem is that it's part of our history of favoring Christianity over, well, everything. It's always "no, we're not trying to establish one religion for favor one other the other" (wink, wink).
Unfortunately, even if the ruling to remove "under God" stands, it won't do much to change that fact.
Monday, October 13, 2003
Why are we even bothering? I think most other nations have made it fairly clear that they'd like to see an expanded U.N. role, which is fair if they're going to pay to help clean up our mess. Furthermore, we've made it pretty clear that our intentions are to continue giving everyone else the finger.
Well, so much for that mess.
"R&D is our life." Well then, your life is fucked if you have such shitty software engineers working for you.
"R&D is our life." Well then, your life is fucked if you have such shitty software engineers working for you.
Has anyone else noticed that David Blaine is a fucking moron? Anyone who does shit as needless as he does must have some sort of death wish. I say we give him what he wants and just fucking shoot him already. The same goes for anybody who gives a shit about him and these stupid stunts he pulls.
I'm not sure why, but naked old guys can be funny. For a little while. Well, okay, some of them don't sound that old, but a little too old to be running around naked.
Seriously, how the hell does an idea like that come up when talking about raising money for schools? It just seems kind of inappropriate, but hey, whatever works.
Seriously, how the hell does an idea like that come up when talking about raising money for schools? It just seems kind of inappropriate, but hey, whatever works.
God fucking damn it. I fucking hate the Catholic Church. Fuck them in their fucking ignorant fucking assholes. Fuck the Pope, fuck all his cardinals, and fuck all of his senseless fucking followers. Fuck you, you goddamn fucking pieces of shit. Fuck you for spreading death-dealing lies just so you can promote your beyond ignorant and completely fucking ass-backwards opinions. I hate these people so goddamn much I wish someone infected with HIV/AIDS would go around fucking each and every one of them in the ass repeatedly, unprotected of course.
I don't think my hatred of religion, especially Christianity, is any sort of secret. Fucking crap like this is why I am seething with hatred for these people. I mean just beyond fucking angry. So bloody angry that I put together even less coherent thoughts and spew out even more profanity than usual.
God. Christ. Fuck. That's it, I'm done.
I don't think my hatred of religion, especially Christianity, is any sort of secret. Fucking crap like this is why I am seething with hatred for these people. I mean just beyond fucking angry. So bloody angry that I put together even less coherent thoughts and spew out even more profanity than usual.
God. Christ. Fuck. That's it, I'm done.
Apparently this site is a WMD (Weapon of Mass Disillusionment), because poor Sarah gets depressed every time she comes here. Sorry, depressing shit is what I'm good at. But this is happy news, right?
Also, I guess the aforementioned 'blogger got me on the Barbie doll issue. For anyone unaware, "Xtreme Barbie Doll Dressup" is my nickname for the XBox game "Dead or Alive Xtreme Beach Volleyball." Since the main aim of the game is to dress up all of your hot characters in swimsuits and accessories, it's basically digital Barbies. So, yeah, I lose this round.
Also, I guess the aforementioned 'blogger got me on the Barbie doll issue. For anyone unaware, "Xtreme Barbie Doll Dressup" is my nickname for the XBox game "Dead or Alive Xtreme Beach Volleyball." Since the main aim of the game is to dress up all of your hot characters in swimsuits and accessories, it's basically digital Barbies. So, yeah, I lose this round.
Sunday, October 12, 2003
If it weren't for the obvious vote pandering and chest-thumping, I'd be like, what the fuck is this about? Of course the Castro regime isn't going to change. That's why we're gonna have wait until Castro is fucking dead for any significant changes over there. And by dead that pretty much comes down to natural causes, because I think Castro has made it pretty clear that he's not going any other way.
And yeah, Bush is one to talk about sham elections.
And yeah, Bush is one to talk about sham elections.
Yet another obligatory link to the wonderful Maureen Dowd (WMD?).
As a special bonus, here's a transcript of Cheney's speech to the Heritage Foundation last week, full of all the self-aggrandizement, bullshit, half-truths, innuendos, and outright lies we've come to expect.
As a special bonus, here's a transcript of Cheney's speech to the Heritage Foundation last week, full of all the self-aggrandizement, bullshit, half-truths, innuendos, and outright lies we've come to expect.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Drew. Nobody wants to hear about all that. We just wanna hear about the trauma Limbaugh suffered as a result of being molested as a child. And where the fuck is Adam?
Okay, so it's time to send out some big ups to a few 'bloggers out there before things either get out of hand or I just end up not doing it at all.
Leading off is Super happy Fun Dog, a 'blogger who hates baseball (like most everyone else, and I have no qualms with that) and describes their site as being "like the Washington Post - but without all that ethics and integrity crap."
On deck is Kelly's Blog Blog, a 'blog started for the sole purpose of keeping track of other 'blogs. Kelly appears to be a much more surgical 'blogger than I, as Kelly has another 'blog devoted to quitting smoking, and yet another devoted to more web links.
Batting third is The Thought Sink a new 'blog with a clever name.
Finally, batting cleanup is yet another friend who has fallen victim to this 'blogging nonsense, begging the question of What Would Vegeta Do?. Unlike some hacks I can name, she's a published writer who can actually write. We just need to get a couple more friends of ours into this 'blogging bullshit, and then we can have ourselves one big 'blogging family. Christ, what a fucked up family that would be.
Leading off is Super happy Fun Dog, a 'blogger who hates baseball (like most everyone else, and I have no qualms with that) and describes their site as being "like the Washington Post - but without all that ethics and integrity crap."
On deck is Kelly's Blog Blog, a 'blog started for the sole purpose of keeping track of other 'blogs. Kelly appears to be a much more surgical 'blogger than I, as Kelly has another 'blog devoted to quitting smoking, and yet another devoted to more web links.
Batting third is The Thought Sink a new 'blog with a clever name.
Finally, batting cleanup is yet another friend who has fallen victim to this 'blogging nonsense, begging the question of What Would Vegeta Do?. Unlike some hacks I can name, she's a published writer who can actually write. We just need to get a couple more friends of ours into this 'blogging bullshit, and then we can have ourselves one big 'blogging family. Christ, what a fucked up family that would be.
I got a hit recently thanks to a google search for "terrorists buying playstations." Has the PlayStation been deemed a threat to national security? If it has, I'm going to be goddamn pissed if Tom Ridge shows up and takes away my PS2. And if he even thinks about taking away my AssBox and DOA3 or Xtreme Barbie Doll Dressup, I'm going to start blowing shit up.
Speaking of google-based hits, I'm still getting a decent number of pedophiles, and like always, I can't even begin to tell you how happy that makes me. This site is turning into nothing but pedophile flypaper. The FBI should really just contract me out, having me give them my referral log so they can go nail or keep an eye on the people looking for kiddy porn.
I initially thought that a search for "yuna pain rikku art" was looking for some S&M FFX stuff, but then I realized that they just misspelled the name of one of the characters from X-2 (Paine).
The word "lolicon" has been a big hit generator over the past couple of days. I'm okay with that one, unless if some of those people with lolicons are kiddy rapers.
Also, what the fuck is up with people looking for Inspector Gadget porn? The most recent instance of this was a search for "sexy penny inspector gadget pics for free" that got someone here. Did these people get molested while Inspector Gadget was on TV one day, or were there some fucked up sexual undercurrents in that show which my 5-year-old mind missed? I sincerely doubt the latter. Like I've said before, I don't really care what you fantasize about, but you've gotta admit that turning something as innocent as Inspector Gadget into a source of sexual fantasy is a little messed up.
Oh, and you know what I just realized? I'm probably going to get some hits for people searching for 5-year-olds being molested thanks to this post. Fucking great. I'm waiting for a call from the FBI, but it probably won't be about a job offer.
Speaking of google-based hits, I'm still getting a decent number of pedophiles, and like always, I can't even begin to tell you how happy that makes me. This site is turning into nothing but pedophile flypaper. The FBI should really just contract me out, having me give them my referral log so they can go nail or keep an eye on the people looking for kiddy porn.
I initially thought that a search for "yuna pain rikku art" was looking for some S&M FFX stuff, but then I realized that they just misspelled the name of one of the characters from X-2 (Paine).
The word "lolicon" has been a big hit generator over the past couple of days. I'm okay with that one, unless if some of those people with lolicons are kiddy rapers.
Also, what the fuck is up with people looking for Inspector Gadget porn? The most recent instance of this was a search for "sexy penny inspector gadget pics for free" that got someone here. Did these people get molested while Inspector Gadget was on TV one day, or were there some fucked up sexual undercurrents in that show which my 5-year-old mind missed? I sincerely doubt the latter. Like I've said before, I don't really care what you fantasize about, but you've gotta admit that turning something as innocent as Inspector Gadget into a source of sexual fantasy is a little messed up.
Oh, and you know what I just realized? I'm probably going to get some hits for people searching for 5-year-olds being molested thanks to this post. Fucking great. I'm waiting for a call from the FBI, but it probably won't be about a job offer.
Also, saw a preview for the next Matrix movie tonight, which I will not be seeing just as I did not see the first sequel. I liked and respected the original Matrix enough that I had no need for a sequel, nontheless two, that would probably disappoint.
Yeah, The Matrix Revolutions, or as I'm going to call it from here on out, Gundam, since it's apparently a robot fighting show now. I might be up for it if they could find a way to add in some good high school romanace/comedy a la Full Metal Panic, but I know they'll just fuck it up.
Yeah, The Matrix Revolutions, or as I'm going to call it from here on out, Gundam, since it's apparently a robot fighting show now. I might be up for it if they could find a way to add in some good high school romanace/comedy a la Full Metal Panic, but I know they'll just fuck it up.
So I went out to see Kill Bill tonight. What follows is sort of a review, but it's mostly just general musings and mention of some characters. Nothing in here that I would really call a "spoiler," but it all depends on what you consider spoilage. I used to know this one kid who got pissed if he saw the preview for a movie he wanted to see, because that apparently just ruined everything for him. He was kind of a dumbfuck, though, and he's dead now. If you're all that worried about spoilers, just go out and see the fucking movie already, and quit riding my ass. Christ.
Kill Bill is Quentin Tarantino's fourth film, a fact of which you are informed of at the outset if you were previously unaware (okay, I guess that was sort of a spoiler, but not really). Joe Williams of the St. Louis Post Dispatch says "Kill Bill is the most amazing experience you will ever have in a movie theater." Well, it's an experience all right, but probably not the most amazing. In fact, even though it's never happened to me, I'm willing to bet that getting a blowjob in a movie theater has the potential to be way more amazing.
As if it wasn't to be expected from a Tarantino flick, Kill Bill is fucking violent. It would have raised the bar on violence a couple of feet if not for the fact that it's so over-exaggerated and cartoonish. In fact, in one instance it's actually a cartoon. The body count is high, but the copious amounts of fake blood let you know that they're not taking themselves too seriously. If you're not an uptight ninny and just let these people do their jobs, you might appreciate the comic violence.
You definitely have to let go of a sense of reality in many cases, which again is to be expected from Hollywood. If anyone has seen Noir and remembers the scene where Kirika is running up the stairs with guns ablaze and managing to kill like fifty guys shooting at her, well, that's how Kill Bill gets at one point. Like I said, just relax and all will be good.
The movie gets major bonus points for the two Star Trek references in the film. This is great for me as a Trekkie, especially since you hardly ever see Trek references in movies. Any schmuck can make tons of Star Wars references, but it takes a special kind of schmuck to be able to make Trek references.
A lot of the music in the movie was done by Rza (who, apparently, wants to be known as The Rza; maybe it's always been that way but I don't care), and it's pretty fucking cool. That's really all I need to say about that. Plus, the film also had some fucking amazing visuals. Again, nothing really more specific to say.
This guy apparently took issue with certain aspects of the film. As a foot fetishist myself, I've gotta agree. If Tarantino is indeed one of us, I am not impressed. He really should have looked into getting some stunt feet or something for those shots, because Uma's really did leave much to be desired.
For anyone who thought I would get through this review without mentioning Go-Go, you will not be disappointed. No one is going to believe this statement in a couple of seconds here, but I had pretty much decided that I wanted to see Kill Bill before having seen Go-Go in a preview. However, once I saw her, seeing the movie became a foregone conclusion.
Go-Go is Lucy Liu's personal bodyguard. And she has some issues. She's 17, and as you may have noticed, is running around in a school uniform. It's no sailor outfit, but I will always be a sucker for knee-highs and a plaid skirt (thanks, Catholic schools). Anyone who knows me and my affinity for characters like Asuka from Evangelion know that the girls with problems are always a big plus for me. As such, a schoolgirl who's also a vicious killer is right up my alley. Sure, I wouldn't want the whole "killer" part in real life, unless if maybe she was able to focus her killing on people I don't like. And as for Asuka, well, she would drive me to a very early grave, but it would be a fun trip out. Fuck, I'm losing what little focus I had here.
Anyway, let's tally this shit up:
Tasteless violence: +1
Comic effect achieved by aforementioned violence: +1
Soundtrack: +1
Psycho schoolgirl: +2
Trek References: +2 (one per reference)
That one scene that just looked good: +1
Animated sequence: +1
Presentation of unattractive bare feet: -1
Grand total: 8
So, is a score of "8" good? Beats the fuck out of me. I guess we'll find out if I ever do any more reviews, because this shit's all relative. In fact, if a few good movies come out, that 8 can be revised to a minus 8 (fuck you, you fucking economist assholes!).
Until I do any more movie reviews, Kill Bill reigns supreme. It's not the most amazing experience I've ever had in a theater. Well, maybe it's up there since I've never gotten head in a theater, but you know where I'm going. Anyway, yeah, it's entertaining, and I enjoyed it. I think. I'd recommend it if not for the fact that you might see it, hate it, and then blame me for wasting your $6.50. Sorry, I don't want that kind of responsibility.
Kill Bill is Quentin Tarantino's fourth film, a fact of which you are informed of at the outset if you were previously unaware (okay, I guess that was sort of a spoiler, but not really). Joe Williams of the St. Louis Post Dispatch says "Kill Bill is the most amazing experience you will ever have in a movie theater." Well, it's an experience all right, but probably not the most amazing. In fact, even though it's never happened to me, I'm willing to bet that getting a blowjob in a movie theater has the potential to be way more amazing.
As if it wasn't to be expected from a Tarantino flick, Kill Bill is fucking violent. It would have raised the bar on violence a couple of feet if not for the fact that it's so over-exaggerated and cartoonish. In fact, in one instance it's actually a cartoon. The body count is high, but the copious amounts of fake blood let you know that they're not taking themselves too seriously. If you're not an uptight ninny and just let these people do their jobs, you might appreciate the comic violence.
You definitely have to let go of a sense of reality in many cases, which again is to be expected from Hollywood. If anyone has seen Noir and remembers the scene where Kirika is running up the stairs with guns ablaze and managing to kill like fifty guys shooting at her, well, that's how Kill Bill gets at one point. Like I said, just relax and all will be good.
The movie gets major bonus points for the two Star Trek references in the film. This is great for me as a Trekkie, especially since you hardly ever see Trek references in movies. Any schmuck can make tons of Star Wars references, but it takes a special kind of schmuck to be able to make Trek references.
A lot of the music in the movie was done by Rza (who, apparently, wants to be known as The Rza; maybe it's always been that way but I don't care), and it's pretty fucking cool. That's really all I need to say about that. Plus, the film also had some fucking amazing visuals. Again, nothing really more specific to say.
This guy apparently took issue with certain aspects of the film. As a foot fetishist myself, I've gotta agree. If Tarantino is indeed one of us, I am not impressed. He really should have looked into getting some stunt feet or something for those shots, because Uma's really did leave much to be desired.
For anyone who thought I would get through this review without mentioning Go-Go, you will not be disappointed. No one is going to believe this statement in a couple of seconds here, but I had pretty much decided that I wanted to see Kill Bill before having seen Go-Go in a preview. However, once I saw her, seeing the movie became a foregone conclusion.
Go-Go is Lucy Liu's personal bodyguard. And she has some issues. She's 17, and as you may have noticed, is running around in a school uniform. It's no sailor outfit, but I will always be a sucker for knee-highs and a plaid skirt (thanks, Catholic schools). Anyone who knows me and my affinity for characters like Asuka from Evangelion know that the girls with problems are always a big plus for me. As such, a schoolgirl who's also a vicious killer is right up my alley. Sure, I wouldn't want the whole "killer" part in real life, unless if maybe she was able to focus her killing on people I don't like. And as for Asuka, well, she would drive me to a very early grave, but it would be a fun trip out. Fuck, I'm losing what little focus I had here.
Anyway, let's tally this shit up:
Tasteless violence: +1
Comic effect achieved by aforementioned violence: +1
Soundtrack: +1
Psycho schoolgirl: +2
Trek References: +2 (one per reference)
That one scene that just looked good: +1
Animated sequence: +1
Presentation of unattractive bare feet: -1
Grand total: 8
So, is a score of "8" good? Beats the fuck out of me. I guess we'll find out if I ever do any more reviews, because this shit's all relative. In fact, if a few good movies come out, that 8 can be revised to a minus 8 (fuck you, you fucking economist assholes!).
Until I do any more movie reviews, Kill Bill reigns supreme. It's not the most amazing experience I've ever had in a theater. Well, maybe it's up there since I've never gotten head in a theater, but you know where I'm going. Anyway, yeah, it's entertaining, and I enjoyed it. I think. I'd recommend it if not for the fact that you might see it, hate it, and then blame me for wasting your $6.50. Sorry, I don't want that kind of responsibility.
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