I know I've touched on this subject before, but I really really hate the Wonder Twins. Just look at them!!! I know they're a product of the 1970's, but honestly, did anyone ever think they were cool?
C'mon now, seriously, purple jumpsuits?!? Or maybe they're speed suits (I'll be happy if you get that reference).
And their powers, oh God their powers. The female wonder twin has a cool power, in theory. In execution, it absolutely sucks. How effective is a useless-looking camel, or a smiling polar bear? If you're going to turn into a bear, at least maul someone, don't just stand their looking stupid. And the male wonder twin. His power is just plain useless. "Ooh, look at me. Form of bucket of water." Scary! A sponge could kick his ass, and it doesn't even have to be an evil sponge!
Oh well, I found this cool picture. Finally Gleek is doing something cool.
And you see the Twins on the left? Yea, I went there.
I like Superman. I like his powers. I like his look. And when he's written well, I really like his stories. But one thing I've never quite understood is his "super ice breath." I get his heat vision. It's easy to understand that when he gets really pissed, he shoots hot red out of his eyes.
See. That is one pissed off Kryptonian.
But who the hell are you supposed to fight with ice breath? I mean, you can only fight water monsters so often. Not only that, where the hell do you find water monsters in the first place. And if they are made of water, I'm pretty sure the heat vision will take care of it (thank God for evaporation).
Overall, I think ice breath is stupid. That, and Captain Cold.
As a matter of fact, I think huge may be too small a word to encompass the magnitude of "geek"-titude (ha, that kinda rhymes). But Seriously folks, being able to transform this
Into this
Has made me extremely happy. Like, happy... in my pants. I'll let that sink in.
Scratch that, did I say I'm a geek, cause what I really meant was I'm fucking awesome.
I'm watching the news today and there's a report about a NASA scientist claiming there may have been life on Mars. Now this in itself isn't really shocking, as many people believed that there was life on Mars millions of years ago. What made this particular report interesting was that the supposed "Martians" actually went extinct thirty years ago. *GASP*
Apparently, when a mars probe landed thirty years ago, it found life... and then inadvertently killed it. That's just awesome. We mere humans managed to annihilate an entire planet using our inferior technology. I might even go as far to say that we kicked Martian ass. Just for my own sake, I really hope it went down like this:
Earth: 1, Space: 0 - And boom goes the dynamite...
In all honesty, I'm really posting this for myself because I know there might be only one other person besides me who would get a kick out of this (one if I'm lucky). It's a Christmas song performed by Marvel's Editor-in-Chief Joe Quesada along with others on the editorial staff. Enjoy.
They often say that we should learn history because those who don't are doomed to repeat it. That's why I spent the better part of today fighting the French Revolution. Irony is, I didn't learn anything. That's why I'll be re-fighting the French Revolution for the better part of tomorrow. If you're in the Sugar Land area, I'll be at the field across from the Best Buy around noon. Please join me if you're up for it. It's bound to be loads of fun.*
*I really won't be there at noon, so don't bother going. Hell, I'll be surprised if I'm up at noon...
As I was perusing videos on youtube, I came across this awesome video. I think any fans of Justice League Unlimited or Coming to America will surely enjoy this clip.
We live in a society where one can easily use their celebrity (or pseudo-celebrity) status to help some company hawk their cheesy wares by appearing in some sort of commercial advertisement. Usually this is the result of some desperate attempt by the company to increase the interest of the certain demographic. But sometimes the blame for such an occasion can be placed merely on a lapse of judgment on the behalf of the individual starring in the ad.
Seriously, I didn't see this one coming.
So the next time you take a sip of an ice-cold, refreshing, lemony-lime Sprite, I hope you choke (insert dramatic pause here) just a little bit.
In the past couple months, I've been introduced to "Golimar" (Indian Thriller to you and me) and this Indian Midget, who, according to my expert opinion, must have pimpness shooting out of his asshole. Thanks to the internet and my love of it's use, I stumbled upon this little gem.
That's right, Indian Superman.
Honestly, I don't even know what to say. I guess you can say it starts out normally,. Superman is flying through the city with a girl in his arms, nothing strange about that. When we think of Superman, we all have images of Christopher Reeve flying through Metropolis with Margot Kidder.
At least that's how I remember it. Ok, whatever, back to Indian Superman. So he's flying through the city with some girl. Problem is, instead of wearing a business suit or Clark Kent's shirt ala Superman II, Indian Lois Lane is sporting a Spider-Man costume. WHY THE HELL IS SHE WEARING A SPIDER-MAN COSTUME!!! Honestly, it doesn't even make sense. My geek side is screaming 1) Spider-Man is not a girl, and 2) they aren't even from the same universe. Superman is DC, Spider-Man is Marvel, end of story. Obviously, I think the latter is more important than the former (if Indian Superman is gay, that's his business, not mine).
I guess that's the only thing that really grinds my gears. I could talk about their dance* that takes place in the middle of the sky, but the video was filmed in India, everyone dances in India. Seriously, dancing in a Bollywood movie is like a rite of passage in their culture.
I would like to give them some props though. They used a pretty slick movie-making technique (at least for the 1980s) to avoid thick black lines appearing around the actors when in front of a green screen. It worked Empire**, so I guess they thought it could work here. Too bad they thought wrong. I'm pretty sure Superman isn't wearing magical underoos, allowing to the viewers to get a crotch-eye view of Metropolis.
Oh well, enjoy the video, it's actually so bad it's good.
*Check out the 1 minute mark if you want to see some sick moves. ** For those of you that don't know, George Lucas lowered to opacity of some of the shots in The Empire Strikes Back to make it less apparent that he was filming in front of a green screen, resulting in at least one see-thru snow speeder cockpit
I'm currently battling my way through what could possibly be the worst movie of all time, Plan 9 From Outer Space. It's so bad I think I actually like it. Here's the full movie, but watch at your own risk, your brain might melt and ooze out your ear in the process.
Well here I am typing out a post on my cousin's Wii. Everything seems cool so far but it's a bit too much to make a habit out of it. We'll see how often I do this when I get my own Wii. Peace and love people.
Well, I just back home from Scott and Eva's wedding, which, I might add, was rather lovely. Now, I never would have guessed that by this time in our lives, we would be celebrating their marriage, much less the marriage of anyone else from my high school graduating class. But that's the way things go. It just shows that we're all growing older, maturing, and getting ready to take on the responsibilities that age brings us. Now that Scott was the first, the rest are sure to follow. Pretty soon we'll be celebrating the marriages of other friends, pretty soon we'll be celebrating the birth of our children, and pretty soon we'll be celebrating their subsequent birthdays. It's quite beautiful when you think about. So I'd like to extend my congratulations Scott and Eva; that they have many years of blissful marriage, many beautiful children, and many wonderful times in the coming years.
Well, not much to say this time around other than I hope all of you had a great a Christmas. Hopefully everyone got what they wanted under their trees this year, and if you didn't, well... that's not what's important. Spend time with your families and friends and remember why we celebrate Christmas; to honor the birth of Santa Claus.
Alright Super Friends, things are about to get a little geeky... you've been warned.
So it's Saturday night, I'm bored outta my mind, and I have two options: continue playing Super Castlevania IV or sit down and watch the Super Friends. Well I chose the latter and came the one conclusion: I hate the fucking monkey Gleek.
Let's recap. Batman, Robin, and Aquaman are being held captive in the ocean, of all places, by some evil dude by the name of Captain Nimoy. For some ungodly reason, Spock decides to launch two, count 'em two, nuclear missiles (OH SHIT!!!) towards California and Japan, and it's up to the Super Friends to stop them. Now here's where things get retarded. With Batman, Robin, and Aquaman out of commission, the Wonder Twins decide to call for help. Now rather than call someone like Superman, who can kick the shit out of anything, or an even bigger gun, like the Apache Chief, the Twins decide to call Gleek, their freaking blue pet monkey.
I'm not exactly sure how things are in whatever backwater planet the Twins hail from, but when you're best idea is to call a monkey with a stretchy tail, you'd better rethink your role on the world's premiere super hero team. So after the monkey dicks around for a while, he rattles the Bottled City of Kandor and the natives, all of whom have the strength of Superman, are released. Of course they catch wind of the Wonder Twins distress call and decide to help.
Here's my second problem. Why the hell do the Kandorians decide to help? Sure there's a couple of nukes looking to make things quite uncomfortable for a few people, but Superman is keeping your entire city in a fucking miniature bottle. FUCK HIM!!!
Oh well, they do it anyway. Japan and California are saved. Aquaman frees himself along with "The Knight" and his "Boy Wonder" by *gasp* communicating with some sea creatures. And all is well in the universe. At least until the Legion of Doom valiantly tries to destroys the "Super Freaks" only to be beaten over and over again.
Oh, and when the Super Friends made it back to the Hall of Justice, I'm pretty sure Robin said something along the lines of "Holy Torpedoes Batman! I think Gleek just shit in the Bottled City of Kandor!" Take that you small bastards!
Good God Damn it feels good to be finished with finals! It's like the weight of something really heavy has been lifted off my shoulders. I honestly don't think I've done this much work during all my time at St. Thomas. Oh well, it's over, thank the maker...
I guess I can get back to focusing on comic books. It's not like I've dropped off or anything, I just don't have to worry about school getting in the way. As for how I'm going to sustain my habit, that's another story...
Now that I have the time, I think I'll watch some cartoons. Hurray for the Venture Bros!
Cripes Almighty, I can't believe it's been a month since I updated this thing. Mmmm... well, maybe I can, nothing really life-changing has happened in the past month, but then again, these things (i.e., blogs) wouldn't be as common if they were only designed to inform the general public of life-changing events. But like they say, "Dead men tell no tales," and I'm not dead yet, so here we go...
The semester is practically over, yet I still have an incredible amount of shit due (much thanks to Magic in the Middle Ages). I actually managed to survive all the term papers and exams I had to suffer through this semester, so I guess I could be thankful for that... but it's much easier to bitch about everything as if the world were about to end as a direct result of the school year. But everyone else I know has had the luxury of survival, so there's another reason to be thankful...
Now on to my friends: It's been awesome as always. For all the stupid shit that has been said, for all the retarded conversations we had when we should have been studying, for all the time wasted not drinking, and for all the time wasted being wasted, I wouldn't give it up for anything. I love you guys.
And to all the people I've met throughout the semester, may we have to opportunity to build upon the friendships that have just begun.
I have to give a huge shout-out to the one thing that's helped me get through this semester, my Nintendo DS (wow, Geekout). Without you there at my side, I don't think I could've honestly said that I was awake on Tuesday nights without feeling as if I were a liar. Now if you were to ask if I was actually paying attention, that's another story...
I plan on doing this much more often throughout the break, so keeps those eyes and ears open. You never know what I'm gonna say next, so "Watch out, Radiactive Man," cause Vince just might end up doing something stupid.
And no, I don't mean Al Gore, although his inventing of the internet had provided me with countless hours of fun.
I just finished a very satisfying gaming session of Gears of War and I must say that if you own a 360 and don't own this game, you're either a retard or someone who recently got his arms chopped off. The gameplay is awesome, the visuals are simply breathtaking, and although I have never experienced this personally, I imagine that chainsawing someone would sound exactly the way it does in this game.
I also bought Contra off Xbox Live. While the single player is classic fun the multiplayer seems to be very broken. On the off-chance that you do manage to get into a game with someone, it usually ends in disappointment. Damn you Konami! Damn you for making me buy a broken game. And to think, with that money, I could have bought 5 double cheeseburgers, or a 12 pack of Bud Ice... hmm, no that still sucks.
Another week, another pile of shit that keeps accumilating, thus making my life even worse. I had a test on Friday in Microbiology, have a test on Monday in Christian Ethics and the Law, and by the end of the semester, I have between 25-45 pages of papers due for all my classes combined, not to mention various tests and homework assignments thrown in. Oh, and I have a presentaion of a magical nature due. Wow wow wee wow.
Add to that, I have upgraded my status from third to fifth, and potentially seventh wheel. That just makes me sad. Cuddle season isn't going very well, but God has plenty of time to make things worse, so I guess I should be thankful for that. But on the plus side, I keep getting emails from DemoraticSingles.com and, even more puzzling, AfricanAmericanSingles.com, so maybe I stand a chance.
I'm not exactly sure how badly I need to make fun of him over this, but my fifteen year old brother has somehow managed to get himself quite whipped even though he is not in a relationship. Either he's a moron, or she's really good. I'm banking on the 'he's a moron' option.
And if anyone out there has the time, watch this, it's great.
