Wednesday, June 25, 2008

I Bet Michael Buffer Is An Ass


This one is for Janelle, my only reader....

I bet Michael Buffer is an asshole.

If you don't know who he is, Buffer is probably the most famous ring announcer of all time. He's the "Let's Get Ready to Ruuuuumble" guy, and I don't know him personally, but I bet he's kind of a jerk. I mean, his entire career IS saying "Let's Get Ready to Ruuuuumble" and he has it trademarked, which means that I might be sued just by saying it on this website.

So he gets famous for the way he says the word "Rumble" and then makes it so that anyone can't say it like he does without paying him money, which is likely hundreds of thousands of dollars. This is the guy that they get for the big important Boxing matches and WWE title fights. Poor Lillian Garcia, the usual ring announcer for the WWE and all around cutie pie, will never get the chance to announce a Wrestlemania title fight, because they will always get Michael Buffer so he can say his stupid catch phrase.

I don't think I had a very funny point to make with all this. It just seems like a guy who trademarks an asinine phrase like "Let's Get Ready to Rumble" and makes it so you can't say it without his permission is probably a bit of a wanker. I mean, Donald Trump tried to trademark "You're Fired!" and Paris Hilton trademarked "That's hot." and that's not exactly the duo to be in league with if you want a favorable public image.

So that's my piece, it took a month to get it out of me. Michael Buffer.... probably an ass.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Who Would Win In A Fight?

An anthropomophized state of Montana or an anthropomorphized state of California? This is just if the two states stood up and started fighting, though be advised that the quality and quantity of residents will be impacting the fight.

Discuss.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Tuesdays Suck

It is well-known, via Garfield comics and the movie "Office Space," that Mondays are no fun. I find this to be not entirely correct. When you get a good night's sleep, had a productive and fun weekend, and the skies are bright and sunny on a crisp Spring Monday morn, the return to the drudgery of life isn't all that bad. No my friends, we need to be wary of Tuesday, the bastard step-child of Monday.

Tuesday is by far the worst day of the week. You see, Monday starts it all off. It's like Track 1 of an album (are the kids still listening to albums these days?). If it's really great, you know this week is gonna kick a little ass. But if it's crap, well, you're gonna have to muddle through Tracks 2 and 3 to find out if this album is a winner or a sinner. Tuesday is like those crucial mid-album tracks and can make or break your week.

Wednesday is hump day. We all know that. You make it to Wednesday and the weekend isn't that far off any more. Thursday has a case of the Tuesdays, because it's not yet Friday but it is over the hump. But Lost is now on on Thursdays so it has an ace in its sleeves. Friday is obviously the best day of the week for many, many reasons.

But Tuesday... or "Bluesday" if you have a case of the "Tuesday Blues" ... sucks. All that Tuesday has going for it is that it is easily rhymed with "Blues" which only works for radio stations that play that sort of music and enjoy slant rhyme or for blogs that no one reads (see: this one.) Tuesday, you suck. If any day of my week could be removed, it's you. You're the appendix of the body that is the week. Completely useless, until you get infected and threaten to kill. Asshole.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

If I Were Paul Giamatti's Agent...


Paul,

Great to hear from you the other night! That John Adams mini-series on HBO is really taking off. I saw that the DVD was a hot seller on amazon. Way to go, buddy! I thought I'd catch you in your down time to discuss a few options in your career.

As you probably know already, you've come a long way from Pig Vomit in Howard Stern's Private Parts (and let me tell you, I could tell you some pretty fucked up stories about pig vomit in Howard Stern's private parts... eww...). A leading man! That's what you are now! And you're a little overweight and bald and not that attractive. Good for you, guy!

So you've gone from bit character actor to leading man, but now I think it's time you became the next logical step... franchise hero! Think about it, G-spot! You've had some hits, both critical and commercial. So let's just take a look through the vaults here and come up with some viable sequels to set up some tent poles at the studios. Bear with me!

- Sideways 2: Frontways! - Everyone's favorite schlub and wine snob is back in a new wacky adventure! We're gonna team you and Thomas Hayden Church (Lowell from Wings!!!) again and set you on a heartfelt, but wine-fueled romp, through America's heartland. Now, the first Sideways was a big indie hit and made you an unexpected star. We're going to get rid of all the melodrama and the big fancy dialogue (research shows that most people don't know what a "Pinot" is or why you pernounced Mer Lot as merlow...). Instead, grab your box wine and let's get it started in here!!! We're thinking the two of you team up with a monkey and have to travel from New York to Napa to save Monkey Butt Vineyards from being sold! Along the way you'll meet a cavalcade of characters, each kookier than the last! Think Harold and Kumar for the over 40 crowd. Also thinking of calling it 2ideways! or Step Up 2 the Sideways.

- Lady in the Water 2 - We can't get M. Night Shyamayamyamyamyamlan to come back for the sequel, but it's already in pre-production, so, what the fuck. Let's just do it. The first one... Look I'll level with you Paul. It was crap. A box office bomb, critically panned, and it got M. Night fired from Disney. We wanna put all that behind us and really just focus on what worked in the movie. Do I smell a reboot!!! Oh yes I dooooooo. The new Lady in the Water, possibly called WaterLady, will be a little bit different. Instead of a small motel owner, you're going to be playing a former
Army scientist who was forced to retire for mysterious (read: sexy) reasons. The lady in the water won't be a nart or a foop or whatever the fuck the first one was about, but will be an experiment you worked on gone wrong... and it's out for bloooood. You and the rest of your former science team (Josh Duhamel, Paul Walker, and for comic relief, let's get that guy from Superbad. The fat one) are going to need to take her down for good. This one is fast tracked and will have lots of CGI monsters and robots (yes we are adding robots).

- Paycheck 2 - Again, Paycheck was a big box office bomb and one of the stepping stones to the crumpling of Ben Affleck's career. Do you know why? It's because the writers didn't focus on your wise-cracking buddy mind-eraser character nearly enough. What happens when a mind-eraser gets a taste of his OWN medicine? That's right. Hilarity ensues. No script necessary (just like Paycheck 1) and we start filming on Monday.

- Fred Claus 2: Fred Claws!!! - This time, your jolly old St. Nick portrayal won't be so jolly. We're looking at a Hard R rating for this tale of familial jealousy and violence. Your character, Santa, will be forced to beat his shiftless layabout brother to a bloody pulp in a quest for vengeance and the right to rule the North Pole. We're not really sure who the target audience is for this movie, but don't worry, we didn't know for Fred Claus either.

That's what we have lined up so far, but we can really pick up any dangling plot threads in any of your movies and just run with them. Is that American Splendor guy dead yet? Is there a sequel in that? I didn't see it, was it filled with dick and fart jokes? Can we get Judd Apatow to produce American Spledor 2: Farts and Man Penis? We can certainly try, Paul. We can certainly Try.

Signed, Your agent

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Tila Tequila Is Very Obviously a Space Alien

I've never seen "Shot of Love" but I damn well only needed to see her once to realize the show is a scam for Tila Tequila to inseminate her space DNA into the Earth populace. Proof...

Monday, April 21, 2008

Why I Am More Excited For Iron Man Than The Dark Knight

So my loyal readership was shocked that I said I was more excited for Iron Man than I am for The Dark Knight. Here is a not-so brief explanation as to why...

- Iron Man is new - There have been Batman movies for decades now, especially counting the loveable 1960's camp romp with Bat Shark Repellant and other schlocky goodness. Now obviously the quality varies between Tim Burton's excellent 1989 Batman and Joel Schumacher's 1997 Batman's Nipples And Arnold's Ice Puns, but they are all Batman and it's not really something we haven't seen before. I bet that in The Dark Knight, crime strikes Gotham City, Batman has to save a girl/woman/sidekick, and Bruce Wayne will have to juggle with personal problems that may or may not conflict with his Batman life. That's all fine, but you know what it won't have? Flying through the sky with fighter jets. And repulsor rays.

- Batman Begins was overrated - Christopher Nolan is a great director (loved Memento and The Prestige... less so Insomnia, but we'll give him bonus points for the greatness of the first two) and Batman Begins was a great movie. But it was also extremely overrated. The plot becomes incomprehensible and crushed under its own weight by the end (isn't a large chunk of Gotham insane by the end? Didn't Morgan Freeman say it would take weeks to make enough of a cure? Do they not mention this before the final credits? No they do not.). The Scarecrow is completely under-used for such a damned frightening and excellently portrayed character (love that Cillian Murphy) and then at the end, he has a completely retarded fight on a horse (seriously? where they fuck did a horse come from?) and then disappears. No arrest, no "I'll get you for this Batman!" no horrible death, no good. The Katie Holmes character could easily have been completely deleted from the movie; she is worthless as an actress and a character. My final point can have its own bullet....

- Christian Bale... not a great Batman - Look, let me get this straight right away. I love Christian Bale in a very heterosexual and respectful way. Though the movie American Psycho falls way short of the book, it is completely carried by Bale, who is amazing in it. Perfect casting all the way. And as evidenced there, he plays the millionaire playboy very well. He is a great Bruce Wayne. The problem is the almost laughable grunting and deep "Batman voice" he uses when he suits up. Why does he need to change his voice at all? Answer: he does not. The stupidity of his uber deep gravel voice took me out of the movie's world and made me realize I missed Michael Keaton (or hell, even Val Kilmer). Robert Downey Jr. on the other hand? Born to play Tony Stark.

- The Dark Knight uses a lot of stupid viral websites - You know when there's a show or a band you like and it's really great? You love it and it's not super well-known, but then, oh but then, it starts to get some steam and pretty soon it takes off and EVERYONE is thinking it's really great. Then the show or the band changes to accommodate this mainstream success and it's just kind of crappy and you feel dead inside? That's what I think of "viral marketing." Like, 5 years ago, if you were on a site and it was like, "Holy shit! This site is about that awesome movie!" it was a new and unique experience. Now, everything does it. The Dark Knight has about 200 websites all about Harvey Dent and the Joker and blah blah blah blah blah. I barely have the time to write stuff on this, let alone jump from stupid website to website to find a picture of the Joker that SlashFilm will show me, without stupid hoop jumping, the next day. And the idea of Marketing executives sitting around talking about how to set up these sites makes me laugh and also die a little inside. You know what Iron Man did? Release a kick ass trailer. Boom, done. No starkindustries.com or any of that crap. The over-produced "hey this must be cool because it's on the internet" hype machine doesn't do it for me. Kick ass trailer with Black Sabbath does.

- The Dark Knight is Dark! And Edgy! - From the looks of it so far, The Dark Knight is going for a more realistic tone that is very dark. You must have seen pictures of the Joker by now, and I gotta say, it does not do it for me. Yeah, he's a crazy murderer, but did they need to make him look like an alcoholic birthday clown who got mugged? The Joker I know is absolutely insane but has a touch of class and very nearly a method to his madness. Different writers take him in different directions, and I really am not sure of what the final movie will be, but from what I've seen so far I do not like the new Joker. Iron Man just looks like complete popcorn fun. I like coming out of the movie theater excited and feeling like a kid again. Not in a deep cesspool of self-loathing because I could become the Joker given the right circumstances...

- I have faith in Jon Favreau - Jon Favreau is the man. Yes, he is more than a little responsible for the overwhelming amount of Vince Vaughn in your daily life due to their star-making Swingers, but he is the man. He was Gutter in PCU and he was Foggy Nelson in Daredevil. And he directed Elf, which do not lie, warmed your goddamn heart.

None of this was particularly well thought out and I wouldn't be surprised if I changed my mind at the drop of a hat, but... fuck you. Go write your own website if you don't like it.

I Don't Really Like Red Hot Chili Peppers

To be honest, I feel like I'm late to this realization, that a lot of the world made this decision a few years ago, but I am really sick and tired of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Some history...

In 1993, (I think that's the year, I'm too lazy to fact check any of this...) when Blood Sugar Sex Magik came out, it was a big deal. One of those iconic early 90's albums that I don't think many would argue ranks up there with Nirvana's Nevermind or Pearl Jam's Ten in setting various stages for how music would progress over the course of the decade. Sublimely converging funk, punk, and just all out rock, it was a damn good record. "Under the Bridge" is a damn good song. And they had some wild antics, dancing around on stage naked with tube socks on their wing wangs, and overall were a part of the overall gestalt that was the early 1990's to me.

Then they came out with One Hot Minute in 1995 (again, rough estimate). I remember "Aero Plane" getting decent radio play and I liked it enough. But despite having this album on my iPod for probably the past 4 years, I've never listened to the whole thing in full. I think "My Friends" is on it, and that's my favorite RHCP song, but memory serves me right... the album was a bomb. And not like a Tom Jones "Sex Bomb" either; like an Eddie Murphy's Adventures of Pluto Nash bomb.

Then they did who the fuck knows what and eventually came out with Californication in 2000. While Californication has some good jams, namely the title track and I've always enjoyed "Parallel Universe," and "Road Trippin'," the album suffers under its own popularity. I still turn on the radio and fucking hear "Scar Tissue." As far as overplayed albums go, this one is probably the fucking king (until I think of a better one...). All of its singles, including "Californication" which I go through cycles of love and hate with (loved it when I first heard it, before it was a single, hated it when it hit big, loved it when I learned it on the guitar, hated it when I heard it on the radio for the 700th time...) are still played now, 8 years later, and when they have a new album out.

That brings me to their latest album, which I can't even remember the name of. The one with "Dani California" on it. I hate that song. It sounds exactly like the entire album Californication. And it's a double album. Nothing, and I mean nothing, says "we like to sniff our own farts" more than a double album. Ok, side note, Smashing Pumpkins' Mellan Collie and the Infinite Sadness as well as New Order's Substance are both double albums and are great (though not completely perfect... you can't have 2 hours + of music and expect them all to be hits). So why do I hate on Planet Ardcadium, or what ever this album is called? Because the difference is that those were kind of the iconic albums for the Pumpkins and New Order, this is just a desperate attempt to milk the same cash cow that sold so many copies of Californication from a band whose prime is long past. If you have never heard the Red Hot Chili Peppers, which is probably damn near impossible, listen to Blood Sugar Sex Magik, watch their episode of The Simpsons, and call it a night. Trust me on this one.

The culmination of all of this? Tonight I finally excise my iPod of RHCP for good. I'll keep a couple of choice tracks, but say goodbye to "Around the World." I've always hated you most of all when you came up on random.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

NY Comic Con 2008

I went to Comic Con 2008 here in NYC and it was amazing. I don't have much to say about it except that it was awesome, Seth Green is hilarious (and very short) and walks around like a normal person, and next year we're getting the weekend pass because it really is too much for one day. Maybe I'll elaborate tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Movies I Have Boners For Volume 1

I am a man who can really get behind a cause, as long as that cause is going to see a fucking kick ass movie. And it usually is in the social circles I entrench myself into. With blockbuster season kicking up soon, here is a short list of movies I have raging mega-huge boners for...

- Forgetting Sarah Marshall - The funny thing is, I have already seen this movie in a test screening. It says a lot that I can't wait to go see it again. Starring my general role model, Jason Segel, this movie has vampire puppets, full frontal man penis, and Kristen Bell having fake orgasms. It is also hilarious. I can't recommend it enough.

- The Forbidden Kingdom - Jet Li and Jackie Chan. Yes they are both a little old now, and I am positive that they said Fearless was Jet Li's last historical epic, but who the hell cares. This comes out the same day as Sarah Marshall. I plan on seeing them both and superkicking any one who tries to defy me.

- Iron Man - I cannot possibly express in words how excited I am for Iron Man. I'll try and do it with a noise. GUUUUUUUAUAAAUAUUAUUARRRRAAAAAYAYYAYAA. Guaranteed to be good. I'm more excited for this than I am for the Dark Knight.

- Speed Racer - I'm going to take ecstasy and a whole bunch of methamphetamines and go see Speed Racer in IMAX. They invented new colors for this movie. This one may have actually traveled back in time from some sort of future where no one has an attention span and CGI has surpassed real actors. I had little to no interest in this movie until I started to get curious from the trailers. Now I am very excited.

I think that's it for April/May. There are probably some more at the end of May, but I'll get to those when the time comes.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

I Really Want To Go Into Outer Space

That's it. That's the whole thing. Wouldn't it be really fucking sweet?

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

If I Was Will Ferrell's Agent...

Dear Will Ferrell,

Hello again William! It's me, your agent! Due to your explosive movie star career, I've lined up the following projects for you. Please bear with me and tell me which ones you would like to pursue...

- A raunchy comedy about badminton players, possibly set in the 70s. You would play John Birdie, a washed-up badminton expert who comes out of retirement for one last game to try and stop an evil washed-up badminton expert who is trying to do something evil, like create a puppy-killing virus. Movie is tentatively titled "Keep Your Eye on the Birdie!" May also be called "Shuttlecocks." There will definitely be shuttlecock related jokes in the final script.

- A raunchy comedy about bowling, possibly set in the 70s. You would play Steve Brunswick, legendary bowling legend and king of the lanes. Your title as king would be thrust into question by an upstart young bowler with questionable moral character, possibly Seth Rogen or Jonah Hill [which one is which?]. You will learn life lessons that tie into bowling and ultimately win the last game by throwing a strike. Could be called "Strike Out," "Gutterballin' " or "Kingpin." Oh, apparently there already was a "Kingpin" movie. Is it calling out for a remake?

- A raunchy comedy about basketball, possibly set in the 70s. Oh. Sorry. This one is already checked off. My bad...

- A raunchy comedy about cricket, possibly set in the 70s, definitely set in Britain. You would play Horton Q. Gingersnap, noted cricket enthusiast and all around likeable ruffian. You will be playing the cricket match of your life against a rival French (Irish? German? Who does England hate these days?) chap who is seeking to do something of questionable moral character, like knock a rec center down or give orphans the HIV virus. We're trying to get that Borat guy to do it, but we'll settle for Vince Vaughn. Looking at calling it "Sticky Wickets," "Jiminy Cricket!" or " 'Ello Guvna!" Not looking to release this in the States, but English investors are looking for a good sports comedy.

- A raunchy comedy about croquet, possibly set in the 1770s, or whenever croquet was fashionable. We have interns researching what croquet actually is, but you will be comically hit with a mallet 4 or 5 times throughout the course of the film. Looking to get Dakota Fanning to co-star as your precocious little niece who comically refers to hitting your balls (your balls will be comically hit 8 or 9 times during the movie). Looking at calling it "Potato Croquet," "Mallet Rats" or just "Will Ferrell's Esoteric Sport Comedy."

We've only scratched the B's and C's here of various sports comedies you've been offered starring roles in. There's still a curling movie, a jai alai movie, and a movie about pole vaulting (Will have lots of cock jokes; greenlight???). Will, you also still have to let me know about which of the 900 CGI animal movies you'd like to be a part of. I always envisioned you as a talking llama or sloth in some kind of jungle adventure where an adorably unique chimpanzee or a muskrat does things his own way and learns a valuable lesson. I can also try and get you cast on that remake of Gilligan's Island. Are you a Skipper or a Gilligan?

No, I'm just kidding, you're already cast as Gilligan.

hugs and kisses,
Agent B. Agentson

PS - Lorne Michaels called. Desperate for new SNL-themed movie. "Harry Caray's Adventures Through Space and Time?" Think about it.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Whatever Happened to Rick Moranis?

I don't have anything funny or deep to accompany that. I just really want to know. I love that guy...

A Conversation Between Me And Carlos Mencia

Me: Joining me here today is "funnyman" Carlos Mencia, star of the hit Comedy Central show "Mind of Mencia." How are you doing today, Carlos?
Mencia: Ohhh man. You know how us beaners are, right? We're always so tired! Beaners are like that and I myself am a beaner.
Me: Well, I can understand you being tired, you're one of the hottest comics in America today.
Mencia: That's because I take people soooo far over the line! You don't even know what it's like! You see, a lot of comedians like to think they're edgy, but really they aren't. Carlos Mencia, that's where the really edgy material is. I take people over the line. I show them the line and then I take them right over it!!
Me: Yes, edgy comedians are all the rage these days. What makes you different from the pack?
Mencia: You don't even know! I tell jokes about things that are real! The war in Iraq? That's real! Send some beaners over there to clean the place up! Beaners like that stuff! Beaners! I have this joke in my act where I talk about pushing this retarded person in a wheelchair. It's funny too because I've never met a retarded person in a wheelchair, but tell people you did and man oh man, they will laugh! They will laugh SO hard, because I am so funny. My mother tells me all the time, "Carlos, you are so funny! "
Me: Your mom calls you Carlos? I thought your real name was Ned?
Mencia: Ned was NOT an edgy name! See, now that I'm Carlos it shows that I know! I know what it's like to be on the edge all the time! I'm out there with all the other beaners, working hard for "da man!"
Me: Well... ok. But isn't it true that 'beaner' is a derrogatory term used largely on the West Coast to make fun of Mexican immigrants? I mean, you seem to associate yourself with them, but... You're from Honduras, originally.
Mencia: I'm fairly certain that Honduras is part of Mexico...
Me: Ned, you've been in some hot water the past few years about stealing jokes from other comedians. Thoughts?
Mencia: Only edgy comedians take jokes from real comedians with talent. That Joe Rogan guy, what did he ever do aside from accuse me of plagiarism?
Me: Well aside from a successful hosting gig on NBC's Fear Factor for many years, he had a role on the show NewsRadio, a stint hosting The Man Show, a successful stand-up tour and at least one hit comedy album. It seems like all you did was crawl into an empty time slot Comedy Central had open when Dave Chapelle decided to leave the network. So they got you, a crappier, much stupider, much more "dumbed down" comedian to fill his place with a show that follows nearly exactly the same format but repeats trite jokes over and over again and never once pushes any legitimate boundaries in what comedy can and cannot do. I'd never even heard of you until that crappy show started airing and I'd wager to say most people still don't know who you are while Dave Chapelle is internationally recognized as a comedic genius.
Mencia: Did you ever notice that beaners REALLY like tacos??
Me: No further questions.

America Needs More Wolverine!

Note: This article originally appeared on my old website, planetexplosivo.com, which no longer exists. For posterity's sake, this and many other articles from that site will be reposted here. This particular article was written in May 2006 and has not been changed or edited since.

Wouldn't you say that there isn't enough Wolverine in your day to day life? I sure would. He's in six monthly comics, big budget movies and Saturday morning TV, but why stop there? More I say, MORE!

Ladies and gentlemen of the Internetly world, I come before you with an urgent plea. We as a society, as a culture, as a brotherhood of human beings, we fucking need some more Wolverine in our lives.

I'm just going to lay it right out on the table. Wolverine is the most under-exposed and poorly used character in all of the mass media today. Two animated series, with a third to be coming out next year, a trilogy of movies and a solo movie in production… Paltry! He only appears in six monthly comic books for God's sakes! ONLY SIX! How do you expect anyone to become familiar with a character when he's only in six books? In any given week it's likely that only two, maybe three, of those books are coming out. And of those six, only two have Wolverine's name in the title. Who does Marvel think this guy is, some crappy C-List character like Speedball? Where's the love?

So am I just another Wolverine naysayer, who recognizes the massive under-exposure problem, but offers no viable solutions for how we as Americans can rectify it? Absolutely not, dear reader! You should know me better than that. I have come up with the right solutions we need to bring Wolverine to the forefront of our lives, where he rightfully belongs.

First, he must appear in every comic book from now on. Every one, not just the ones published by Marvel, regardless of whether it makes sense to the plot or not. Plots should bend to Wolverine's adamantium claws, not the other way around. It should also go without saying that all the books should be renamed to accurately reflect the level of Wolverine involvement. For example, one prominent book currently featuring Wolverine is Marvel's top-selling "New Avengers." I propose a very simple change in the title to "New Wolverine" and have already reproduced what the first issue would look like.

Even the Distinguished Competition of Marvel could use a lethal injection of Wolverine. The barely readable "All Star Batman and Robin the Boy Wonder" becomes blissful entertainment when you add a Canadian with claws and call it "All Star Batman Wolverine." I mean, look at it! Wolverine can't fly, but there he is, floating above Gotham City. He truly is amazing.

And what self respecting parent wouldn't want their child to live in fear of the powerful, unstoppable, Wolverine? It sure would be great discipline if kids knew that their beloved cartoon heroes were hunted down and slaughtered by Wolverine as a direct result of their insatiable avarice and greed. Tell me this one wouldn't fly off shelves. It's a public service is what it is.

A quick poll of school children reveals that only 90% of them are familiar with the character of Wolverine and their understanding of his origins, powers, and attitude are horribly skewed.
What with the comic book Wolverine, the movie Wolverine, and the multiple animated series Wolverines, there's simply too much overlap and confusion about the character. His backstory is very convoluted and involved. It would take years of schooling to get down the intricacies of Wolverine's character, so that's exactly what we're going to do. It's the three R's and the big W revolutionizing American education.

You know, we could raise national and international awareness of Wolverine if our troops carried his message to all the countries our military routinely visits. We can be emissaries for Wolverine's message of brutality, honor, and stabbing things. A simple redesign of our already tired stars and stripes flag could help bolster Wolverine's image. I like this one because it looks like he's hiding behind the red stripes. And you don't want Wolverine to be hiding cause then you're probably already dead.

Of course, Wolverine is actually Canadian and not even cleared for work in America. Given the recent immigration troubles we've been having, I propose we give Wolverine a break, and simply invade Canada, and integrate it into our country thus making it completely legal for him to hunt and kill criminals from sea to shining sea, and all the way up the Rockies. The country would also have to be renamed.

Still it isn't enough. I know it's drastic, but we must ensure that Wolverine has 100% recognizability throughout the world, and possibly throughout the universe. To this end, I propose that we use our high falutin' military technology, lasers and what have you, to super impose Wolverine's snarling visage onto America's moon.

Think of it, a starry night, you and your sweetheart laying in the grass looking up to the sky. You look to the full moon and you're immediately struck with a thought. Remember that time Magneto pulled out Wolverine's skeleton through his skin? Man, was he mad after that one!

Finally, once we have the ability to terraform planets to our own design, I think it would only be fitting to bestow Wolverine's name upon the most terrific planet in our solar system, Jupiter. Yes, renaming Jupiter to Wolverine will send a message to our interstellar comrades. We do not fuck around in the Milky Way, and we are fucking protected by a planet-sized Wolverine. We'll use our future terraformation technology to restructure the atmosphere of Jupiter to coincide with the immediately recognized blue and yellow color scheme Wolverine adopted in the early 90's. Better give the planet some claws too, just in case it ever has to slice Saturn open. I just don't trust them with those rings….

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Zangief: A Rope of Sand

Note: This article originally appeared on my old website, planetexplosivo.com, which no longer exists. For posterity's sake, this and many other articles from that site will be reposted here. This particular article was written in October 2005 and has not been changed or edited since, which is unfortunate, because I don't think it holds up very well over time. Had to bring this one back by popular demand though... Namely Zangief's.

OK, this one's a little different. I'd like you all to meet one of my friends. A rather unique one at that. I can't do him too much justice here, so read the full article. But I warn you; it's a bit in your face, like the man hisself. Or "Yo, MTV Raps!"

This article is going to be a little bit different than the usual Planet eXplosivo fare. Over the months this site has been up, we’ve looked at video games, a TV show based on a video game, and the new Star Wars movie. [2008 note: none of those articles are on here as of this posting, but they will be soon, except the Star Wars one. Don't worry, you won't miss it that much] OK, so we haven’t looked at all that much because of the lazy jackass who writes this crap… BUT! Today, we’re doing something different. We aren’t looking at how weird of a game “Anticipation!” for Nintendo was (though it was and I highly recommend you play it). No friends, today we’re going to meet someone. A strange, some might even say bizarre, individual who is a good friend of mine and would like to be a good friend of yours. I urge everyone to please be brave, prepare to be somewhat disgusted, and get ready for Zangief.

[NOTE: Due to the alarming amount of racism found herein, all instances of a particular ‘n-word’ ethnic slur has been replaced, by science, to be read as characters from popular 80’s cartoon show “He-Man and the Masters of the Universe.”]

"Come drink with me."

Let me give you some background on this enigmatic character, who stalks a certain college campus in
Ithaca, and on how he and I became acquainted. In a fraternity, we pull in a pledge class of new members each spring. One of my good friends, Black-Out Baum, had met this brash and bright-eyed youth, who would soon be reborn as the man-monster Zangief. Whereas he may have been part human before, Zangief is all animal and quite likely part zombie.

Here we see Zangief give his former roommate a big hug

Zangief, as most patrons of this site should know, is the namesake of the hairy Russian wrestler in arcade legend “Street Fighter II.” Well, being a hairy Russian, he was given the pledge name of Zangief on his first night in our fraternity and such he has been ever since. In fact, no one remembered his birth name until this article’s publication. Even him. He takes on some of the less charming qualities of his video game equivalent. He sure is Russian, he sure is big, hairy, and sweaty, and he will pile drive anything that breathes, given a chance. But it’s not how like the “real Zangief” he is that makes our Zangief so remarkable. It’s his delightful way with people. What follows are real stories, real quotes, and actual photographs of Zangief in action. It’s all true except for the stuff that I made up.

Put it back on. Please?

One of my personal favorite Zangief quotes was “Get your pick axes, we’re going to have a brain feast.” What did this stalwart young Russian mean when he encouraged myself and others to bear up arms and devour the flesh of the living? I maintain that Zangief is a zombie, a cannibal, or a zombie-cannibal that rises from the grave each night to consume the gooey innards of your skull. He also likes the fat bitches.

Splinter Cell Zangief. Not on Halloween

I’ve seen the bastard sit in his room for days on end playing “Splinter Cell” or “Jade Empire.” Speaking of his room, Zangief has taped his curtains down so that no natural light may penetrate his giant purple room. When questioned about this, Zangief simply said, “I don’t need any fucking “HE-MAN” light. Fucking waking you up in the morning, like a goddamned “BEAST MAN” .” He then finished off his glass of whiskey, pounding it down, and forced me to take shots with him. I awoke in a pool of what I hope was my own vomit several hours later. He was right; it was great to not have that light pour in each morning.

Kicked in the balls by a muppet...

Zangief is also very strong. He goes to the gym, unveils his excessively hairy body, and bench presses members of the math team. After he’s done, he funnels a 40 and punches through the wall. Swearing in Russian and clutching his fist, he’ll be so angry that he headbutts the wall and stumbles about with blood in his eyes, before finally passing out and awaking to play “Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic.” “You gotta come hard or go home,” Zangief says. “It’s like a party. You can either be alone and drunk all night or you can get shit-faced and fuck a really nasty whore.”

Yep. Stepping on a chick

Ask anyone close to Zangief about his hobbies, and they all say the same thing: drinking. If competitive drinking was a sport, Zangief would be dead. Long dead. “Who doesn’t like fine spirits?” said Zangief. “I’ll tell you who. Fucking “SKELETOR” s!” His liver is either extremely weak or extremely strong due to the phenomenal amount of alcohol it must process on a daily basis. I asked Zangief where he thinks he gets his love of alcohol. He had this to say: “When I was eight, my dad sat me down. He said, ‘Elia, live your life like a hurricane. Destroy as much as possible, be full of hot air, and always spin counter-clockwise.’ Then he gave me a bottle of Jack and I blacked out for the first time.”

But certainly not the last! Whether it be passing out in the hallway and constructing a Fortress of Solitude, tackling and choking unsuspecting bystanders, or stealing anything not bolted down from absolutely anywhere, it’s a guaranteed good-time when this roustabout gets tipsy. “YOU FUCKING “ORKO” -STEINS!” Zangief exclaimed. “I’LL FUCK YOUR SISTER AND YOUR MOTHER AND THEN SHIT ON YOUR FACE!” Zangief is also a devout member of the Jewish faith.

I asked Zangief if he had any words of advice for any potential readers out there who may not have had the pleasure of meeting him in person. “Get out of my room you fucking “SHE-RA.” I swear I’ll kill you and your stupid website. I’ll kill it until you die. [Bottles smashing; bloodcurdling screams] Never shop at
Circuit City.” Truer words were never spoken.

The next morning, when asked if he had any parting words, Zangief had this to say: “Quoting yourself makes you seem educated and well respected by others. Oh, and of course,
Jersey rules!” It won’t and Jersey certainly doesn’t.

Words do nothing.

Zangief appears frequently in my nightmares and even more frequently in the gutter on the streets outside of the Collegetown bars. To schedule a meeting with him e-mail me.

My Rules for Living - #1 - Just Move

This is the first in a series of posts that will examine the in's and out's of how I live my life, and how you, and other common American citizenry should live yours. I expect there to be 10, since ten is the arbitrary number for most lists and digits in sets of hands or feet. Still, I will go on ad infinitum as needed since this is my damn website and I will do what I please.

Rule #1: "Just Move"

Or as it is most days, "Fucking move!" Look, I live in New York City. I work in Rockefeller Center. There's a lot of goddamn people going about their business every which way here. Especially at Rock Center around Christmas time, or in godforsaken Times Square all of the time, there's a lot of commotion on the sidewalks. I've got long legs and I like to move fast. I don't like just standing around and I especially do not like walking behind human dump trucks who stop every sixteen inches to take a different look at the same buildings. This includes both tourists and fat locals.

It's really simple. On public walkways, just keep walking. Don't stop, for any reason, ever. Your son or daughter has gone missing? Just keep walking. Your having a baby? Just keep walking. You don't have legs or feet? Just keep rolling and/or scraping along. Or at least just sidestep like, 2 feet. Are you so oblivious to the world that you don't realize the throngs of yearning masses walking behind you?

This rule is most needed for people who decide to just stop walking completely and, of course, you crash right into them. The best comes when this rocket scientist says "Hey watch where you're going!" in a snooty voice. No asshole, you are the one at fault here, not me. People like this should be shot in the face.

Related to the concept of "Fucking move," is "fucking get out of my way!" This rule is most needed when people are already situated on a sidewalk, just standing there, not really doing much of anything, and the stream of traffic has to part to go around them. I like to pretend to be blind and just plow straight into them full force. That teaches them. Don't even get me started on blind people...

Thus ends our first rule. Don't stop moving. Ever. Just. Fucking. Go.

Welcome to the Sexatorium!

My incoherent babbling has gone un-vented for far too long. I'm back. I refuse to use the word blog however, so "sexatorium" will replace that word from here on out.

Sample dialogue from "Juno" as it would be told in my sexatorium:

Juno: Blippity bloppity, home slicer.
Stupid Friend: Swear to sexatorium, Juno!

Monday, October 09, 2006

They've Got Big Hearts Damnit!

I know I've all but forgotten this "blog" exists, but there is something I need to just get out there and into the ether...

I watch (and enjoy) "Little People, Big World."

Many people probably don't even know what the show is, so allow me a moment to fill you in. It's a reality show about midgets, but it's also so much more. The parents are little people with four children who range in size. They have a young son who is normal height (and being 9, he's just grown past his parents), a daughter who is already towering over them, and a set of 16 year old twins, who believe it or not are mixed in size. One is little, one is not.

I found this show lurking on the DVR of some friends about a month ago. I had no idea what it was, but they sure had a lot of episodes on there, and I was pretty messed up, not looking to move and wanting to be entertained. After the initial shock and hilarity that TLC was airing a program about midgets, I settled in with the show and watched. Boy was I surprised. Not only is the show very well done - a finely crafted documentary about the suburban life in Oregon - but it's a whole lot more than, "We've put midgets on TV and you'll watch it because midgets are funny."

The parents on the show are probably as nice and supportive as Mike and Carol Brady on their best days. The kids are pretty bratty most of the time, but clearly love each other and their folks. In short, they are a model family and much better role models for America than ninety percent of the other crap that's on TV. It's entirely wholesome and sweet as saccharine and just some damned good TV. The fact that they're little people was the impetus for me to watch it, but I've stuck around for their genial dispositions and honest-to-god love for one another.

If America could act more like the Roloffs (that's the family's name, by the way) and less like the foolish celebrities we seemingly idolize (including such famous koo-koo bananas as Mel Gibson, Paris Hilton, Tom Cruise, and a seemingly endless list of inane overgrown children whom we follow every waking second) we'd be a lot better off as a country. Until then, though, check out "Little People, Big World." It'll make you think twice about dwarve-tossing at the local pub.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

I Might Be Giant Too

I did this same thing on my LiveJournal years ago and I thought it was a pretty cool little thing. Describe yourself using only song titles from your favorite band. Then, I did it using Radiohead and it turned out pretty gosh dern good. Today, I'm doing the same thing with my other all tiem #1 favorite band, They Might Be Giants. Enjoy...

Describe yourself using one band and song titles from that band
Choose a band/artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band::They Might Be Giants
Are you male or female::Particle Man
Describe yourself::Hypnotist of Ladies, SEXXY, Am I Awake?, Your Racist Friend
How do some people feel about you::Kiss Me Son of God, My Man
How do you feel about yourself::I Palindrome I
Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend::Your Own Worst Enemy
Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend::A Self Called Nowhere
Describe where you want to be::The Statue Got Me High, Road Movie to Berlin
Describe what you want to be::Rabid Child, Spy, I Should Be Allowed To Think
Describe how you live::Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes, Experimental Film
Describe how you love::Birdhouse in Your Soul, Finished With Lies
Share a few words of wisdom:You'll Miss Me, Now Is Strange, We've Got a World That Swings
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Maybe tomorrow I'll make a real post. I got a lot of beef with the world...

Friday, August 18, 2006

Celebrities Are Important!

This past week, a large group of celebrities including Nicole Kidman, Sylvester Stallone, Bruce Willis, and Danny DeVito, amongst many others, took out a large ad in the Los Angeles Times saying that they are all collectively against terrorism.

WELL FUCKING HALLELUJAH! I don't know what I would have done if the damsel-in-distress from "Batman Forever" (Kidman) and the bad guy from "Spy Kids 3D Game Over" (Stallone) hadn't made their opinions so abundantly clear. You know what difference it makes now that we know Hollywood doesn't support terrorism? A great weight has been lifted from my shoulders, I tell you.

It's a very sad state of affairs when actors and actresses think they have any kind of say in what goes on in the world, let alone something as asinine as publicly "coming out against terrorism." Even if the AP story about this did describe the announcement as "strongly worded," who gives a shit? Wow, the crotchety boss on "Taxi" really doesn't like terrorist? Fuck me...

You know what would be ballsy? Someone coming out and saying they supported terrorism. That would raise a few heads instead of eliciting a few sighs. Hey celebrity collective, do you know who else is against terrorism? EVERY AMERICAN MAN AND WOMAN! And I didn't even have to read the LA Times to figure that one out.

Isn't this the kind of pompous self-centered-ness that made us such a lovable target for terrorists in the first place? Maybe they should all go back to fucking work and make an original movie every once in a while instead of sitting around with their heads up their asses acting like they make a difference. I've had it with these mother-fucking remakes of these mother-fucking movies.

Incidentally, go see "Snakes on a Plane" this weekend.