Tuesday, December 4, 2007
At the risk of emasculating myself further after pouring my half-filled heart out on my friends birthday, I must redeem myself with a post filled with manly intrigue and adventure. I regret to inform that the host of Man vs. Wild on the Discovery Channel, Bear Grylls, has been under fire as of late and been accused of "faking" certain scenarios of danger that he puts himself into. Such claims include: sleeping in hotels and not ever being in any real danger due to the constant, ever watchful eye of his camera crew. Now I don't dispute these claims, in fact they could very well be true. Bear might just be like a money grubbing whore, hoping to get her fix by fellating the next rich businessman that may strike her fancy. If this is the case, It doesn't ever matter to me for so many tasty reasons.
I really could care less if he occasionally sleeps in hotels, he is still at least 3 times the man I will ever be. We all know from the awe-inspiring intro that he was in the British SAS, climbed Everest, Blah, blah, bladdity, blah, who cares? I sure as shit don't. All I care about is what will inevitably happen about 10-15 minutes into the show, and will continue for the next half hour. He will either:
a. Eat something horrrible for no good reason.
b.Do something horrible to an animal i.e. hitting, slitting , bashing or just causing general discomfort to it.
c.Drink his own piss/squeeze water out of another animals back door chocolate
d.Jump into quicksand, mud, bog, etc and try to escape, usually losing his shirt in the process.
e. Some mixture of a, b, c and d
Now I challenge any of you to do any of the torturous things that Bear puts himself through to entertain you sons-of-bitches, you should be greatful that there is a man out their willing to pee into a shirt and then wrap it around his head just to stay cool in the dessert. I mean desert, damn I sure could use some pie...
I just wanted to wish my fellow blog-mate, and best friend Jonathan a Happy Birthday! It was (about) 7 years ago that we met and now your a man, so don't screw it up!! I can only assume that the included picture is what you will look like in 80 years so stay away from the prospecting business. Anyway Happy Birthday and here's to our young lives going down the poop-chute!!
Monday, December 3, 2007
Perhaps those reading this are more blessed than I. Perhaps they live in a serine, peaceful world. Perchance, the ululation of the word “YOUUUUU!!!” means nothing to them. I, however, do not live in such a world. Daily, I find myself buffeted by the shit storm that is “Crank That (Soulja Boy)” performed the one and only…you guessed it…Soulja Boy. To some, “Crank That (Soulja Boy)” is a hip new song and dance for all them “gangstas” and “hoes” to worship. To others, it is science. Confused? Ah, well, I’d expect you to be.
See, it’s like this: Every ten years or so, an atrocious song emerges that infects the airwaves and, inevitably, the masses love it. This is song is what is known, in science, as the Indifferentiable Time – transcending Serendipitous Unbiased Course of Kainite Solution, also known as I.T.S.U.C.K.S. Simple algebra along with the use of other variables can be used to predict the next recurrence of I.T.S.U.C.K.S.
(Combined Greediness of Record Companies x Overall Desperation for Entertainment)/ (Lack of a Competitive Market due to Shitty Musicians) = Date of next I.T.S.U.C.K.S
or in short hand:
(CG x DE)/(SM) = S.U.C.K.
and if we substitute the appropriate numbers…
(1943042.1734693877 x 2352) / 456 = 10022007
and it just so happens that Soulja Boy’s album was released on
In all seriousness, if such a thing is possible now, “Crank That (Soulja Boy)” has gotten far more attention than it deserves. Even in a world where Rihanna manages to win countless awards, the burning sensation that is Soulja Boy is felt by all who value the continuation of what was once music.
P.S. I recommend not even listening to this “song” even if only to be able to complain to your friends about it. You’d only be encouraging poor taste with publicity…as I have just done somewhat…whatever…
I don't pretended to be a history buff, if anything I really could care less about the historical accuracy of a film as long as it entertains (a la 300). So when I heard about a move starring Brad Pitt and Casey Affleck, who continues to wow me with his acting prowess, was set in the wild west and additionally about the outlaw Jesse James, not to sound cliche but, Giddy-up (ok that was terrible I sincerely apologize). The Assassination of Jesse James By the Coward Robert Ford, is haunting drama, more about Jesse and Roberts personal demons and inner struggle than a shoot-em-up cowboy western. The macabre tone set over the entire movie is just build-up to the inevitable end. While I did find the beginning slightly perplexing, the pieces eventually were put into place and were made whole before the first hour came to a close. I expected a decent western drama and what I walked away with was a deeper understanding of the motivation and downfall of The Outlaw Jesse James.
Well It's that time of year again, a time when children become more annoying, adults drink far to much, and your local mall shoves "Jingle Bell Rock" into your ear like a rectal thermometer. The only thing that can cheer me up this holiday season is the fact that Carson Daly is more desperate than I am. This writer's strike has hit Carson Daly, that lovable late night host that nobody loves, especially hard because he is now asking people to call a joke hot line number at (818) 260-5107 and give suggestions for him to perform on his show. He claims that he will "play some, most, or all of your jokes on the air." I don't really see how this will affect the shows quality in any way. In fact it might be funnier off the air than on. Just think in the near future you could say to one of your friends "Hey remember Carson's old talk show?" And then your friend would reply coolly, "Oh yeah, I remember, it was like a Holocaust of the senses."
His show will always be remembered as a cavalcade of mediocrity and poor writing. I still wonder though, Will Carson ever be hailed as the almighty VJ that he once was? Will he be returned to his former glory and sit on his throne of Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears compact discs? I sincerely hope so. I do have some constructive criticism for that lovable loser, if he made his show just musical guests and left the comedy to someone talented like Conan or Dave than his show wouldn't need writers and it would actually be interesting and different, what a concept huh? Now, after taking a verbal baseball bat to Carson's over sized melon-like head I feel much better about myself and how I will hopefully surpass Carson and his "celebrity" status in the near future. Now if you'll excuse me I am going to go cry in the corner.
I feel as though I've done the internet, nay, the world good by putting these images in a different context. It's important to learn from our mistakes in order not to repeat them. After all, we learn as much from poor role models as from good ones. Hotornot.com, here's to you!