Have you ever looked at a speed limit sign and thought to yourself "Challenge Accepted"?
Transition.
As far as I know, in the English language alone, corn is called three different things. Corn, Maize, and Hominy.
What the f*ck is that about? Why does corn, perhaps the most pointless vegetable to eat, have three names? That's just ridiculous. Who decided this?! And where was I when that vote happened?
So you know how I previously stated that I can't distinguish between affect and effect? Well I have something to admit. I have a similar problem with then and than. Maybe it's my regional dialect but I literally pronounce them both the exact same and they sound the same to me. I have been getting my ass all sorts of kicked by those two words.
Some of that shit you should see...
www.newgrounds.com
Warning: For Immature Mature Audiences Only
By this I of course mean that whilst one should be physically mature (18+) to view a large amount of the content on this site, that same person ought not actually be "mature" at all. In fact if you find yourself to be one of those people who doesn't have an over abundant sense of humor you might just want to sit this one out. It's not for those of you who fancy yourself too high-brow for absolutely stupid and obscene humor. You pricks.
But really who hasn't been to newgrounds? I suspect the only people who haven't been are the same ones who shouldn't be.
All the content is user generated, there are a handful of people on there who routinely make excellent sh*t. I mean it's real gold if you don't mind laughing at stuff that you would never ever show your grandmother, least she completely disown you for the rest of her days, which to be honest are probably pretty limited. So come on, you might as well show her, right?
Poke around a bit, I suggest the flash videos, there should be a list of "Featured Movies", or something to that flavor, on the front page. Give it a few clicks. I dare you.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
I'm Not Number 4
I just saw the movie "I am Number 4" and for the sub-genre it belongs too, it wasn't that bad. You know what genre I mean, the whole modern set fantasy one. Similar to movies "Push" "Jumper" and "The Covenant."
You know most movies like that just have this certain cheap, corny, and desperate feel to them. And "I am Number 4" didn't have nearly as much of that as some of those other examples. Though in parts it certainly did show it's cliche side. I mean come on, the bad guys shot red lasers and the good guys shot blue, really? Come on, don't spit in my face by assuming me dense enough to not already differ between the good and the bad without having to brand it such in indirect subtle ways. But other than little stuff like that the movie did good. I nerdy sidekick guy was cast and delivered well. The story was interesting, the effects were neat, they didn't seem to try too hard to make it "the coolest movie ever" either. You know when they try WAY too hard to make it the greatest story ever told and it just comes off as desperate and shitty? Don't act like you don't know what I mean.
Either way, not a bad little modern set fantasy/magic film...thing. Better than "The Covenant" that's for damn sure. Did you see that? The whole man witches thing? It was pretty dumb, they tried way too hard.
Speaking of other shit you should see on the internet. This little gem is similar to the "Textsfromlastnight" site I sent you too the other day. It's dedicated to viewer submitted comedic anecdotes that express exasperation and frustration.
www.fmylife.com
They all of course end with a semi sarcastic "fuck my life"
Give it a shot, I promise you'll like it.
You know most movies like that just have this certain cheap, corny, and desperate feel to them. And "I am Number 4" didn't have nearly as much of that as some of those other examples. Though in parts it certainly did show it's cliche side. I mean come on, the bad guys shot red lasers and the good guys shot blue, really? Come on, don't spit in my face by assuming me dense enough to not already differ between the good and the bad without having to brand it such in indirect subtle ways. But other than little stuff like that the movie did good. I nerdy sidekick guy was cast and delivered well. The story was interesting, the effects were neat, they didn't seem to try too hard to make it "the coolest movie ever" either. You know when they try WAY too hard to make it the greatest story ever told and it just comes off as desperate and shitty? Don't act like you don't know what I mean.
Either way, not a bad little modern set fantasy/magic film...thing. Better than "The Covenant" that's for damn sure. Did you see that? The whole man witches thing? It was pretty dumb, they tried way too hard.
Speaking of other shit you should see on the internet. This little gem is similar to the "Textsfromlastnight" site I sent you too the other day. It's dedicated to viewer submitted comedic anecdotes that express exasperation and frustration.
www.fmylife.com
They all of course end with a semi sarcastic "fuck my life"
Give it a shot, I promise you'll like it.
Friday, February 25, 2011
So, WTF is The Deal With Cursive?
They totally lied to our asses back in Middle School when they said we'd all need to know cursive because it's crazy important.
Tell me. Have you ever NEEDED to know cursive? Wtf is that about? Those son of a bitches spent most of 4th-5th Grade teaching me cursive just so I can NEVER use it. And they had the gall to feed me, and presumably the rest of you, that crap about us needing to know it for adulthood or some bullshit. Look how that turned out. The only people I know who use cursive are those who use it just so they'll stay practiced at it, for when they eventually need it. And that moment never comes. It just turns into a couple O'Tools using cursive for no reason.
Another thing I notice about shit they teach us that doesn't seem to hold any relevance. So remember chanting the vowels in order to retain them? A-E-I-O-U, A-E-I-O-U, Etc? Well remember how at the end they would add, "And sometimes Y"?
When the fuck has Y ever been a vowel? I've never particularly ever noticed it being a vowel. I guess it makes vowel sounds once in a while and will occasionally take the place of a vowel but never in a way that is pointed out, mentioned, or needs be noticed. Nothing noteworthy has ever happened with a Y that involved it being a vowel or us needing to know it "was" one.
I'm fairly certain Wheel Of Fortune doesn't count it as a vowel and if Pat and Vanna don't count it as a vowel, well F' it, why should I? You know what Kindergarten? Screw you and your lies.
But yeah I understand in words like MY and FLY and CRY obviously have Ys as vowels but still. I mean when have we ever needed to know that those Ys were in fact being very akin to vowels? Have you ever looked at MY and gone, that Y, that's definitely a vowel right there, good thing we chanted about that in Kindergarten and now I know that Y is sometimes a vowel.
No, so I stand by my decision that we've never needed that extra "And sometimes Y" at the end of the vowel chant in Kindergarten.
Today on "Funny Sh*t You Should See On The Internet" we have a little website that causes me amusement in large amounts. If you haven't been to this site yet you best get your jive ass on over there. Or not. Whichever.
www.textsfromlastnight.com
You'll get the idea when you get there.
Tell me. Have you ever NEEDED to know cursive? Wtf is that about? Those son of a bitches spent most of 4th-5th Grade teaching me cursive just so I can NEVER use it. And they had the gall to feed me, and presumably the rest of you, that crap about us needing to know it for adulthood or some bullshit. Look how that turned out. The only people I know who use cursive are those who use it just so they'll stay practiced at it, for when they eventually need it. And that moment never comes. It just turns into a couple O'Tools using cursive for no reason.
Another thing I notice about shit they teach us that doesn't seem to hold any relevance. So remember chanting the vowels in order to retain them? A-E-I-O-U, A-E-I-O-U, Etc? Well remember how at the end they would add, "And sometimes Y"?
When the fuck has Y ever been a vowel? I've never particularly ever noticed it being a vowel. I guess it makes vowel sounds once in a while and will occasionally take the place of a vowel but never in a way that is pointed out, mentioned, or needs be noticed. Nothing noteworthy has ever happened with a Y that involved it being a vowel or us needing to know it "was" one.
I'm fairly certain Wheel Of Fortune doesn't count it as a vowel and if Pat and Vanna don't count it as a vowel, well F' it, why should I? You know what Kindergarten? Screw you and your lies.
But yeah I understand in words like MY and FLY and CRY obviously have Ys as vowels but still. I mean when have we ever needed to know that those Ys were in fact being very akin to vowels? Have you ever looked at MY and gone, that Y, that's definitely a vowel right there, good thing we chanted about that in Kindergarten and now I know that Y is sometimes a vowel.
No, so I stand by my decision that we've never needed that extra "And sometimes Y" at the end of the vowel chant in Kindergarten.
Today on "Funny Sh*t You Should See On The Internet" we have a little website that causes me amusement in large amounts. If you haven't been to this site yet you best get your jive ass on over there. Or not. Whichever.
www.textsfromlastnight.com
You'll get the idea when you get there.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Affect or Effect?
Like many Americans I am plagued with a problem. The problem of not being able to tell the difference between the two words mention in the title. I mean I know many of you are going to be like "What are you fucking stupid?" well screw you, you fraking ass. It's not as much I can't remember the difference, it's more so that even when it is explained to me, I don't quite understand. Something about one being more like a noun and one more like a verb, or something to the tune. Regardless I can never tell.
There was something else I wanted to share with you fine folks this evening. I have momentarily forgotten what that is, though don't fret, I'll remember.
Speaking of you fine 'folks', I still don't necessarily believe there is anyone out there reading this. I have 127 or so views total on this page, but I feel like there isn't actually anyone there. Plus I have even less of an idea of who actually comes back regularly or if all 127 views are different people who never return.
So if you do actually purposely come back here to read this I must first, thank you, and then ask if you can maybe click on the "follow" thing to the right, or leave a message, or just something so that I actually know you exist and am not just talking to myself and a friend who feels bad for me and comes back to read this shat out of pity.
I was thinking of doing a lil something something in the flavor of "funny shit I've seen on the internet and want everyone else to experience as well." What do you all think about that? Yes? No? Because there is some SH*T out there that you need to see.
I never remembered what that thing I was trying to remember was, so get over it. It'll happen sooner or later, have patience.
There was something else I wanted to share with you fine folks this evening. I have momentarily forgotten what that is, though don't fret, I'll remember.
Speaking of you fine 'folks', I still don't necessarily believe there is anyone out there reading this. I have 127 or so views total on this page, but I feel like there isn't actually anyone there. Plus I have even less of an idea of who actually comes back regularly or if all 127 views are different people who never return.
So if you do actually purposely come back here to read this I must first, thank you, and then ask if you can maybe click on the "follow" thing to the right, or leave a message, or just something so that I actually know you exist and am not just talking to myself and a friend who feels bad for me and comes back to read this shat out of pity.
I was thinking of doing a lil something something in the flavor of "funny shit I've seen on the internet and want everyone else to experience as well." What do you all think about that? Yes? No? Because there is some SH*T out there that you need to see.
I never remembered what that thing I was trying to remember was, so get over it. It'll happen sooner or later, have patience.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Back at it I Suppose
Back to our regularly scheduled programing
Yesterday was a friends birthday, I went out to celebrate with him and I feel like I was a little bit rambunctious with the celebration of life, at least more so than usual. Most likely because of the way this week has been and I ended up drinking enough wine to drown a small but well built horse. I had my way with Mr. Carlo Rossi, had my way nice and good.
I ended up being in quite the drunken stupor and here I am the next day still feeling the effects of the night. Not the "good" effects mind you, I mean the other rather shitty ones that come after those.
Now where did that get me you ask? Ashamed of the state I was in, unproductive most of the day, and it as it turns out, no matter how drunk you get, the week still happened, except now with more vomiting. And boy do I mean more vomiting. If there was an award for vomiting, I'm told I would of got it, though I remember nothing, at all.
But for now I'm going to go nurse this hangover, stay classy, but not as classy as I was, I find that to be a level of classiness too extreme for the likes of me, at least.
Yesterday was a friends birthday, I went out to celebrate with him and I feel like I was a little bit rambunctious with the celebration of life, at least more so than usual. Most likely because of the way this week has been and I ended up drinking enough wine to drown a small but well built horse. I had my way with Mr. Carlo Rossi, had my way nice and good.
I ended up being in quite the drunken stupor and here I am the next day still feeling the effects of the night. Not the "good" effects mind you, I mean the other rather shitty ones that come after those.
Now where did that get me you ask? Ashamed of the state I was in, unproductive most of the day, and it as it turns out, no matter how drunk you get, the week still happened, except now with more vomiting. And boy do I mean more vomiting. If there was an award for vomiting, I'm told I would of got it, though I remember nothing, at all.
But for now I'm going to go nurse this hangover, stay classy, but not as classy as I was, I find that to be a level of classiness too extreme for the likes of me, at least.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
In Memory of Caleb Acker
So, gang, I have been neglecting my so far regular...ish posting due to the fact that a friend of mine was killed Monday, Valentine's Day, in an avalanche.
This news struck me and hit hard. I wouldn't say we were close friends, but he was a friend, a friend I've known for 3 years now. Though, I didn't know him nearly as well as I would of liked to.
It's funny, I didn't want this blog, this first blog of mine, to be deep and never planned on it being anything other than stupid stories and shallow humor, but here we are at a point where I can't help but write about the tragedy that occurred to myself but even more so to the family and closer friends of the departed.
On Monday Caleb Acker had hiked up the backside of a ski mountain and was snowboarding it. Some snow got knocked loose and started an avalanche. He was buried under tons of snow and a friend who was with quickly called 911. He had a beacon so he was quickly found, but even that was quick enough. He was dead already when they found him.
I don't even really know where to start. So many things to say and so many emotions to explain.
His name was Caleb Acker. He was tall, had short curly hair, and a huge never ending smile. He seemed to always be in a good mood, always smiling, laughing, or just being silly in general. It was infectious. I'd never seen him in a bad mood that I recall, and if I had, it was always laced with a certain unnatural patience and calmness. He was an absolute joy to be around and a great friend. I can't give him justice, trying to explain him in here, it's just not possible.
The memories, though many people know him better and have known him longer. I still have so many fond memories of Caleb. Asking him to play Mr. Roboto at parties, letting him play a match in COD MW2 and then laughing at him when he failed hardcore, noticing him with a large can of Fosters and asking where the hell he got that from, making fun of his strangely nappy/curly hair, how he always seemed to DJ parties at his house and mine, going to the hot springs with him and chilling, convincing him to try the cold tub at the springs, beer pong, quarters, and many more.
He was such an inspiring person and made such an impression on even me, someone who again didn't know him nearly as well as most, that my emotions since hearing word of his passing have been in a constant tumult. I was shocked, speechless, sad beyond reason, outraged, angry, sad again, and so on. I was sad to think that the last time I saw him was Halloween, much longer ago than I would of liked, sad that I just got a new phone, and almost text him last weekend, seeing if it was still the right number and asking him how he was but I didn't, sad that someone so young with a loving family and so many loving friends could go at such a pointless random way, sad that I know I'll never see him and that he himself will never draw another breath on this earth again.
God gives little comfort, I find myself wondering how God could let such a thing happen to someone. Not just Caleb but it got me thinking of all the pointless senseless deaths around the world. How does this all happen, causing these feelings I'm feeling, to millions of people around the world every day. If God is omnipotent why would he let this happen? Surely he knew it was going to happen, why didn't he stop it? I found myself shaking my fist at God, if there even is a God, for these grievances.
I thought about how it happened, Caleb was just snowboarding, on a normal day, and how random and sick it was that on such a normal outing he would end up never going home or being seen alive again. I thought of his family, his siblings, his close friends. Out of the blue he died. That to me is so much worse than when death is expected because of a sickness or something of that sort. When it is so sudden and so young it makes me all sorts of regretful. So many things I wonder and they just make it worse, I wonder what he was thinking, if he was scared, if that while it was happening did he know this would be the end and he would actually die?
Death. Death is one things I'm immeasurably afraid of. The idea of death is so final and so daunting it makes me sick to think about. That's one of my problems, the finality of it. There is no going back and no re-do's in death. It's the last thing for so many people. The last time Caleb will ever experience anything, the last time a sister will see her brother, a friend will see their friend, a mother will see her son, the last time for it all. And to happen to someone so unexpectedly and senselessly causes me all the pain in the world. Not just for my personal loss, but thinking about how much more that so many more people lost as well. The loss of everyone. The entire situation. All the things Caleb won't do. Have a family, grow old, use the architecture skills he worked so hard for so long acquiring, see anyone ever again. Imagining how others feel and how everyone must feel whenever they lose someone.
People say funerals are for celebrating life, and I truly would celebrate Caleb's, but it's not fair. None of it is fair, funerals should celebrate those who have lived a full life, gotten to live theirs. Caleb's was robbed from him and he didn't get to live his full life, how are you supposed to celebrate something that wasn't complete. On one hand you could say it was complete in how he lived it well, while he was around, and he had all the love he would ever need, and he was completed by those around him. But it's still just not fair.
Whatever it is that I've rambled on about is still only 1/10 of the things I could say. But at this point I'm just ranting. Besides, I couldn't begin to explain what I feel, have felt, and will feel every time someone I know or am even semi close to dies. There is such a mixture of emotions, ideas, thoughts, going on that I couldn't organize them into anything coherent even if I tried. I could explain why I personally am so distraught over such a situation, distraught to the point you'd think he was family, but again I can't even begin to explain the last few days. They've been a daze, an unreal fog of 'how did this happen' and 'is this real?' So many things sad, unfair, and unchangeable of the events the unfolded.
I will settle for this though, you will be missed Caleb, missed dearly, you deserved a longer life, you didn't deserve dying so young and full of hope and potential. Peace man. Wherever you end up next. I'll be down here, playing Mr. Roboto, hanging out in the springs, and having a Fosters. With love. Hopefully I'll see you again.
This news struck me and hit hard. I wouldn't say we were close friends, but he was a friend, a friend I've known for 3 years now. Though, I didn't know him nearly as well as I would of liked to.
It's funny, I didn't want this blog, this first blog of mine, to be deep and never planned on it being anything other than stupid stories and shallow humor, but here we are at a point where I can't help but write about the tragedy that occurred to myself but even more so to the family and closer friends of the departed.
On Monday Caleb Acker had hiked up the backside of a ski mountain and was snowboarding it. Some snow got knocked loose and started an avalanche. He was buried under tons of snow and a friend who was with quickly called 911. He had a beacon so he was quickly found, but even that was quick enough. He was dead already when they found him.
I don't even really know where to start. So many things to say and so many emotions to explain.
His name was Caleb Acker. He was tall, had short curly hair, and a huge never ending smile. He seemed to always be in a good mood, always smiling, laughing, or just being silly in general. It was infectious. I'd never seen him in a bad mood that I recall, and if I had, it was always laced with a certain unnatural patience and calmness. He was an absolute joy to be around and a great friend. I can't give him justice, trying to explain him in here, it's just not possible.
The memories, though many people know him better and have known him longer. I still have so many fond memories of Caleb. Asking him to play Mr. Roboto at parties, letting him play a match in COD MW2 and then laughing at him when he failed hardcore, noticing him with a large can of Fosters and asking where the hell he got that from, making fun of his strangely nappy/curly hair, how he always seemed to DJ parties at his house and mine, going to the hot springs with him and chilling, convincing him to try the cold tub at the springs, beer pong, quarters, and many more.
He was such an inspiring person and made such an impression on even me, someone who again didn't know him nearly as well as most, that my emotions since hearing word of his passing have been in a constant tumult. I was shocked, speechless, sad beyond reason, outraged, angry, sad again, and so on. I was sad to think that the last time I saw him was Halloween, much longer ago than I would of liked, sad that I just got a new phone, and almost text him last weekend, seeing if it was still the right number and asking him how he was but I didn't, sad that someone so young with a loving family and so many loving friends could go at such a pointless random way, sad that I know I'll never see him and that he himself will never draw another breath on this earth again.
God gives little comfort, I find myself wondering how God could let such a thing happen to someone. Not just Caleb but it got me thinking of all the pointless senseless deaths around the world. How does this all happen, causing these feelings I'm feeling, to millions of people around the world every day. If God is omnipotent why would he let this happen? Surely he knew it was going to happen, why didn't he stop it? I found myself shaking my fist at God, if there even is a God, for these grievances.
I thought about how it happened, Caleb was just snowboarding, on a normal day, and how random and sick it was that on such a normal outing he would end up never going home or being seen alive again. I thought of his family, his siblings, his close friends. Out of the blue he died. That to me is so much worse than when death is expected because of a sickness or something of that sort. When it is so sudden and so young it makes me all sorts of regretful. So many things I wonder and they just make it worse, I wonder what he was thinking, if he was scared, if that while it was happening did he know this would be the end and he would actually die?
Death. Death is one things I'm immeasurably afraid of. The idea of death is so final and so daunting it makes me sick to think about. That's one of my problems, the finality of it. There is no going back and no re-do's in death. It's the last thing for so many people. The last time Caleb will ever experience anything, the last time a sister will see her brother, a friend will see their friend, a mother will see her son, the last time for it all. And to happen to someone so unexpectedly and senselessly causes me all the pain in the world. Not just for my personal loss, but thinking about how much more that so many more people lost as well. The loss of everyone. The entire situation. All the things Caleb won't do. Have a family, grow old, use the architecture skills he worked so hard for so long acquiring, see anyone ever again. Imagining how others feel and how everyone must feel whenever they lose someone.
People say funerals are for celebrating life, and I truly would celebrate Caleb's, but it's not fair. None of it is fair, funerals should celebrate those who have lived a full life, gotten to live theirs. Caleb's was robbed from him and he didn't get to live his full life, how are you supposed to celebrate something that wasn't complete. On one hand you could say it was complete in how he lived it well, while he was around, and he had all the love he would ever need, and he was completed by those around him. But it's still just not fair.
Whatever it is that I've rambled on about is still only 1/10 of the things I could say. But at this point I'm just ranting. Besides, I couldn't begin to explain what I feel, have felt, and will feel every time someone I know or am even semi close to dies. There is such a mixture of emotions, ideas, thoughts, going on that I couldn't organize them into anything coherent even if I tried. I could explain why I personally am so distraught over such a situation, distraught to the point you'd think he was family, but again I can't even begin to explain the last few days. They've been a daze, an unreal fog of 'how did this happen' and 'is this real?' So many things sad, unfair, and unchangeable of the events the unfolded.
I will settle for this though, you will be missed Caleb, missed dearly, you deserved a longer life, you didn't deserve dying so young and full of hope and potential. Peace man. Wherever you end up next. I'll be down here, playing Mr. Roboto, hanging out in the springs, and having a Fosters. With love. Hopefully I'll see you again.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
If a Tree Falls in The Woods...
The answer is yes, yes it does make a noise.
Why in the hell would it not make a noise just because nobody is around to hear it? That's one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard. I've always really resented that quandary. It's just so incredibly stupid to suggest that sound doesn't exist if no one is there to experience it. Wtf kind of unscientific bullshit is that?
You know what's kind of ironic? I was in church the other week and in the middle of the sermon the priest stops and just sneezes like nobodies business. I mean it was one of those sneezes that lifts a person off the floor and everything. Any who, the funny part was, that nobody said the customary 'bless you' that is so often heard whenever somebody sneezes. That's right, in an entire CHURCH full of people who are obviously all about being blessed NOBODY said bless you when the priest sneezed. Not one person. Not so much as a damn gesundheit.
I don't know about you but I find that F*cking hilarious.
That's like bringing your children to a pedophile convention and finding out that not one of them got even a little bit molested.
Or going to Woodstock and not getting stoned.
Or being racist and having a black friend.
Or writing a blog that nobody reads......FUCK
Why in the hell would it not make a noise just because nobody is around to hear it? That's one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard. I've always really resented that quandary. It's just so incredibly stupid to suggest that sound doesn't exist if no one is there to experience it. Wtf kind of unscientific bullshit is that?
You know what's kind of ironic? I was in church the other week and in the middle of the sermon the priest stops and just sneezes like nobodies business. I mean it was one of those sneezes that lifts a person off the floor and everything. Any who, the funny part was, that nobody said the customary 'bless you' that is so often heard whenever somebody sneezes. That's right, in an entire CHURCH full of people who are obviously all about being blessed NOBODY said bless you when the priest sneezed. Not one person. Not so much as a damn gesundheit.
I don't know about you but I find that F*cking hilarious.
That's like bringing your children to a pedophile convention and finding out that not one of them got even a little bit molested.
Or going to Woodstock and not getting stoned.
Or being racist and having a black friend.
Or writing a blog that nobody reads......FUCK
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