One might say that when an individual starts to blend fiction and video games with reality... that person might be loosing their mind. Those people would be correct. I feel like I'm taking crazy pills. However, my eventual loss of a grip on reality shall not be in vain. Allow me to share with you a few life lessons you can learn from playing "Call of Duty" (online first person shooter video game) but you can apply to everyday life.
Real Life Lessons From "Call Of Duty" part 1
Crossing Over
Any rapper at all... Any of them... Ice Cube, Ice Tea, Cube Tea, Common, Dre, Snoop, Nick Cannon, Chris Brown, Lil Wayne... I'm talking to all of you. Stop it. Just because you can speak in rhythm with stunning lyrics like "I'm on a boat" doesn't mean you should act. You can rap about owning a big screen without actually being on a big screen.
Adendum: Exceptions to this rule are Will Smith and Marshall Mathers (eminem). But in all farness Eminem starred in a movie about himself. But the man can be himself very well, give him an award.
My Toss ups are as follows:
J.Lo - went from dancer on "In Living Color" to dancing pop star to starring in not so great movies.
Hillary Duff - it was cute for a while.
Lindsay Lohan - It wasn't good in the first place, so having a crappy crossover is the least of your problems. Get tested Lindsay...
How Stupid Do I Think The American's Are? We Will Sell Them Water.
As Halloween quickly approaches I'm sure that women everywhere are scrambling for that fifty dollar scrap of cloth they pass for a costume and tools everywhere will do something unoriginal. So I thought rather than writing my yearly blog about how stupid and fetish-based Halloween has become, I have decided to join the crowd. So I have taken the time to recommend some costumes.(This will also be my first attempt at blogging with photos).
"I'm talking to a girl on myspace that would totally be into this... no, I haven't met her in real life."
FOR PLUS SIZED WOMEN OR ALCOHOLICS
Going to a party and you don't want to add to those extra pounds, or maybe you shouldn't be left alone with the peach schnapps... get the costumes that keeps you from touching anything or anyone. Bring a friend in case you fall.
"Dang, I forgot to bring a straw."
FOR WOMEN WHO WANT AN STD
"I kind of want to dress up for Halloween... but I also want to catch hepatitis in a trailer."
FOR MEN WHO HAVE AN OEDIPUS COMPLEX
This is funny because the guy who actually lives in his mother's basement and hangs out with her on the weekends is wearing a cooler costume than you.
"So you want to dance with my mother in between us?"
FOR MEN WHO WANT TO BE PUNCHED
This "ball and chain" costume is also perfect for married women with no self worth.
"Honey I'll wear this cotume when your bare chest looks like that."
FOR PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN AN ALL-WHITE NEIGHBORHOOD
Nacho Sombrero sold separately. Bring a multi-ethnic slur to an otherwise classy part.
"I thought this was a great costume until the police gave me a brutal beating."
FOR MEN WHO ARE BOUND BY MEGAN'S LAW
Why go door to door and post flyers notifying the neighborhood that you are a repeat sex offender when this costume says it all.
"I had to go door to door anyway, might as well get some candy."
I'm So Lost
Is it just me or is the world going slightly mad? Two things that make me so confused I can scream are slowly merging in my brain. The show Lost is a rollercoaster ride of watching flashbacks, flash-forwards, and the current story of Ben walking a tightrope of plot so thin even the writers don't know what is true. Maybe we will travel through time, maybe we will just move the whole island by turning the giant hamster wheel, or maybe we will kill John Locke again!
As frustrating as this show is, with all the action and no explanation, ratings are through the roof. And I'm forced to consider the possibility that the real world may be taking a cue from Lost. I'm trying to follow politics more closely but I'm so confused that I imagine any minute that the smoke monster is going to attack whatever whiny group is on the capital mall this week and no one will be able to explain it to me. I read that the president is being given a Nobel Prize for all his work disarming countries and working globally for the suppression of war, but after reading that he is sending more troops to Middle East and no one has disarmed anything... I'm wondering if the Nobel Prize was a FLASH-FORWARD. That can be the only explanation. I can't say, "Hey dude I'm going to write a book that will change the world!" and then receive the Nobel literature prize. So the only logical explanation is that this hasn't actually happened yet.
Then I read today that Obama told a room full of homosexual rights supporters that he is going to repeal "don't ask don't tell" and make sure gays can serve in the military and he is going to do it soon. However, he hasn't even talked to congress about it and the White House lawyers just defended the "don't ask, don't tell" policy against that very same group in court. I'm forced to believe this speech is either a FLASHBACK to his campaign, or a FLASH-FORWARD to a time that he has spoken to congress, convinced the military, and submitted legislation.
I'm serious that any day now Obama is just going to go to the sacred heart of America, pull a lever, and move America just north of Australia. This will, of course, solve the immigration problems with Mexico and some lucky Canadians will have beach front property. And when asked why Obama did it, he will get Kate to be hot and Jack to cry and feel betrayed and America will understand and tune in next week to see more stuff happen without any explanation.
If We Can Blow Up 75 Million Dollars On The Moon, Then We Can Afford 3 Easy Paments of $19.99
I think it is safe to say that at some point we have all seen the TV commercials or drifted to the shopping channel and lingered... to our everlasting shame. We are dazzled by the product and who wouldn't be dazzled by those practical devices that cut minutes out of chopping, hanging things, and washing your car. These are a few of my favorites that I would own had I slightly less pride.
Snuggie
I would own this gem in a heartbeat. Not only because it is soft and warm, but because I'm pretty sure it doubles as a white trash Halloween costume.
Point N' Paint
It claims you can paint a whole room in less than an hour! I'm only interested in it because it eliminates taping the room. I don't believe it actually does this well, but the hope is worth 19.99 and they throw in two sponges, an extension rod, the paint and the house...
Neckline Slimmer
Who wouldn't want this!?! After you sit around all day in your snuggie because you finished painting so quickly you will enviably get neck fat. That's right. You though those Big Macs were going to your hips, but now your goiter is cramping your style. This is the funniest device I have ever seen... I'm just waiting for this to become a Wii attachment.
Quick Chop
I don't eat fruit salad, make homemade salsa, or grate cheese. But if I did this would be the fastest way to do it. I would most likely use this to break up cookies to put in my ice cream.
Roll Up Electric Piano
Why wouldn't you want this? You can sell a jingle in a meeting, spontaneously serenade your girlfriend, make some quick cash while you wait for your friends on a street corner. Anything you do with this would be amazing!
Shunned
Lately, I have been reading books of both modern and ancient subjects, but one topic came up in both... shunning. I have not previously considered this "treatment" with any regard other than something you hear about briefly in a history lesson about Quakers. I gave it the same attention as churning butter or leeching. What took me aback reading about this practice is the magnitude and scope that it covers. To be shunned means that a group of people consider you as "non-existent". They don't look at you, pretend not to hear you, won't do business with you, and won't talk about you with other people. This seems that it might be worse than actually dying.
So, in the spirit of excommunication, I would like to submit some people that, in my opinion, America should shun.
1. Kanye West - I think it is time that Kanye gets the message that no one cares what he thinks. We didn't care that he thought George Bush was a racist and we certainly don't care about what he thinks about who wins an MTV award.
2. MTV award shows - Let's be honest, a contest for who has the classiest strip club would be more entertaining and family friendly.
3. The Hills Cast - We get it. You are hot and rich. Although these are things that usually warrant attention, you have squandered our interest complaining about how hard it is to be hot and rich. You may now suffer in silence.
4. Jon and Kate Gosselin - Your powers are so great that you annoy me almost every day and I have not seen one hot minute of your show. Maybe if everyone ignores you as TV personalities you can focus on being parents.
5. Brangelina - I'm not suggesting we ignore Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie, but when they merge like the gay wonder twins in the Transformer Movie to form Brangelina they should become invisible. The reason... I think not being able to put them on the cover of every magazine every month of the year might leave room for actual news.
6. Oprah - I'd love to see her head explode after she ate her way down a shame spiral, because I don't think she could handle it if women started to form their own opinions instead of being her mindless cronies.
7. The Cast of Twilight - Maybe you are getting married, maybe you aren't. It's not like any of us are invited to the wedding and wondering "So, should we plan to go to the wedding or go skiing with the Smiths?" so screw you. You are stars of a teeny bopper fad based on averagely written books. Even if you are not shunned no one will remember who you are in five years when you try to resurrect your career on Knitting With The Stars.
Labels: Pop Culture
Things I Am Tired Of Hearing Lately
Feel free to contribute your own. These are a few of mine...
"Well what I think you should do is..."
"You and your brother used to be inseparable."
"The cancer is terminal."
"I thought about pulling a Kanye."
"You just need to forgive them."
"Boom Boom Pow"
"That's not how you pronounce or spell that."
Labels: Moody
Here We Go Again...
First thing's first... Update
I have, so far, remained beyond the clutches of twitter.
The Yorkville Taco Bell has continued its reign of tyranny and cruelty as my order is never right in the drive-thru. (The issue persisting for going on four years now)
My grammar has been lowered even further (if that is possible) by incorporating internet speak in my daily life. Words such as "noob" "fail" and "leet" pepper my conversations like trash littering a very clever garbage dumb.
I have succeeded in being married for one year while neither killing nor being killed by my wife. Once Tyler moves back in this will most assuredly be out of the question as there will be a witness that could come home at any moment.
After almost three years of devotions and gifts my niece will not favor me above a piece of chalk.
I have returned to the blogging world.
Labels: Update
Hindsight
The first girl I ever dated broke up with me after I spent three months dating, two years persuing, and one hundred dollars on a class ring she could wear. It was sad really. I thought it was going great, so of coarse when went to her house to pick her up and found out we weren't "going anywhere" ... let's just say I didn't see it coming. I did what every man (of 16) does in that situation. I got out of there as quick as I could with commits like "if that is how you feel..." and "no big deal..." "...still be close friends..." so that I could cry in my car on the way home.
Atypical Spring Post
The Latin lover "Fernando Ortega" has come to town and he has one thing on his mind.
While others may be confused by the "variety" of the weather we have been having, there is no doubt in my mind that spring time is upon us. I can vouch for the validity of this belief based on the twiterpation of the whore next door. Not three week after Tabby had her kittens, Fernando arrived. Spring herself (my neighbor) told me they were ready to have Tabby neutered, but twelve hours later the noises started. It was a very strange sound for a cat to make. So, like a stranger with candy, I lured Tabby into the house and gave her some milk. She seemed fine, but my ignorance was not in her health, but in her state of mind.
Fernando was not so ignorant. Out of the spring mists came the most hansom orange cat I have ever seen. What seemed like a sweet moment quickly became awkward as our window well become a den of fornication. With the coming of Fernando Ortega (as my wife and I decided to name him) it quickly became "Business Time". This time of spring love continued ALL DAY LONG.
It was not only embarrassing to hear the two exhibitionists but in a way I felt responsible. I felt like the neighbor's daughter was being knocked up under my roof. Or worse, in my window well.
Today Tabby was locked in the garage making all kinds of noises while the star-crossed lover Fernando hovered outside the garage door. Will Tabby get the operation? Is she already pregnant again? Will Spring tear them apart? Only time will tell.














