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[Jul. 18th, 2008|01:58 pm]

Dark Knight



The Dark Knight Cometh


Bleary eyed from a midnight showing of The Dark Knight, I sit here some hours later still digesting what I just saw. But before I begin my review, I have to hand it to my girlfriend for accompanying me to this showing. It was her first time lining up in the predawn hours just to see a movie, a comic book movie at that, with a bunch of other geeks, and she didn’t leave horrified. In fact, she enjoyed the experience, and I was happy that I got to share this moment with her. Special moment, special movie. To declare this movie as the greatest comic book film ever wouldn’t be a stretch, however to delineate this as just a “comic-book” movie would be a disservice. For the weight and depth of this movie hits you on so many levels.


Directed by Christopher Nolan, The Dark Knight is the sequel to Batman Begins, and here no longer fettered with having to explain the origin of Batman or show off his technological wizardry as done in the first film, he’s able to weave a tale about the human condition and the consequences of trying to be a hero. Life isn’t fair, and sometimes the decisions you make can be painful, heartbreaking, and overwhelming. When faced with a stressful life or death situation will one cave to his or her own self interest? Heavy themes for a so called comic book movie, but Nolan deftly avoids the trappings of convention, and he does this with a wonderful cast of villains and heroes.


Many know of the untimely death of Heath Ledger, and will probably wonder how his film legacy will be determined in his final performance as the villainous Joker. Rest assured, it is secure. In a word, masterful. Compared to Jack Nicholson’s turn as the Joker in ’89, Ledger’s version kicks his ass on so many levels it’s not even funny. (Actually, to the Joker, it is funny…. HAHAHAHOHOHO). The latest incarnation of the Joker is scary, intimidating, and psychopathic. It’s like nothing you’ve seen before. This is the definitive Joker ever portrayed. I loved one of his opening acts of ruthlessness through his performance of a simple magic trick, by making a pencil disappear. His origin is not explained through flashbacks, but by the Joker himself in narrative form. The scars and the smile are fully told, but the question is do you believe him. He is crazy after all.

One could describe him as a terrorist, his disregard for human life, not caring who he murders, but that description would fall short. For he has a plan, not just to cause wanton destruction, but to expose people and their insecurities. Not just Batman’s insecurities, but the everyday citizen’s as a whole. The Joker does this by seemingly random actions; that in the end is more than the sum of all its parts. To reveal more than that would spoil the key turn in the third act.


Once again played by Christian Bale, the Batman steps above the law as vigilante hero, doing the thankless job of trying to clean up Gotham City. The dualistic nature of playboy Bruce Wayne and his conflicted alter ego is on full display here. Luckily, he has some new help, and that help arrives in the District Attorney of Gotham, Harvey Dent, wonderfully played by Aaron Eckhart. Harvey is seen as a role model, reigning in criminals and bringing them to justice. Unlike Batman’s mysteriousness and questionable practices, Harvey is on the right side of the law, visible for all the public to see. He is the shining light of righteousness, the hope of Gotham City. All the more tragic when that comes in doubt later in the film. To complicate matters Rachael Dawes (Maggie Gyllenhaal), Bruce Wayne’s previous main squeeze, is now on the shoulder of Harvey Dent. Together they form a bit of a love triangle which is interesting to see, as Rachael is forced to eventually choose between the two of them. The outcome of which is something unexpected.

Along for the ride, the wonderful cast is rounded out again with Afred (Michael Caine) as Bruce Wayne’s faithful butler, Lucious Fox (Morgan Freeman) as director of Wayne Industries, and Commissioner Gordon (Gary Oldman), police chief and confidant to Batman. With so many characters, you’d think Nolan would have a hard time juggling them all, but each of them has their characters fleshed out more, and plays a key role in Batman’s inner circle.

Still, what stood out to me was the humanity of struggle between Batman and the Joker. The Ying and Yang of it all. A Jerry Maguire moment happens in the middle of the film, when the two are locked in confrontation, and the Joker says to Batman in a joyful yet creepy way, “You complete me”. One could not be without the other. They are different, yet they are the same. Both live outside the limits of society, persecuted, but one does so out of the greater good. It’s a shame with Ledger’s passing we’ll never get to see this type of dynamic duo again, but in a way I’m satisfied because it would be very difficult to surpass this level of performance.



I was surprised with its PG-13 rating. The violence and gunplay push the boundaries very closely, this could easily have been rated R. The two and a half running time can be considered long, yet it moves by quickly, and once it was over I couldn’t help but want more.


This is a dark, dark film. But with that darkness, there is hope.

What I love about The Dark Knight is that it defies comic book convention, and is deeply rooted in the real world. The heavy themes give it much depth. With the rising gas prices, oncoming recession, continued war in Iraq, and struggle to make sense of it all in a post 9/11 world, I can’t help but to draw parallels.

Sometimes a movie can sink below all that hype. The Dark Knight rises above it all. Without question this is the definitive comic book movie ever made, and may very well be the best movie of the year come Oscar time.

Four out of four stars.




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[Mar. 21st, 2008|10:26 pm]

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Ninja - Geekasm!


Ooooh, lookee here. First image of Snake Eyes for the new GI Joe movie. My impression - Thank God they didn' put flames on him.




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[Feb. 10th, 2008|09:06 pm]

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Artist - Boris Gardiner "I Wanna Wake Up With You"

Three Months



Certain things make you want to get out of bed in the morning, and she is one of them. It’s been three months and things are still going strong. Given my track record, three months is a semi-milestone for me. Sometimes I wonder if it’s possible to be this happy all the time. The surreality hits you in the head. You wake up and it feels like you’re still dreaming. I slap myself and I feel the stinging sensation on my cheek, and it’s as real as can be. I take a deep breath, close my eyes and open them again. A smile parts my face.

The darker parts of me think it’s too good to be true. The cynical little bits crawl up when I least expect, the insecurities like a crutch holding me back, not letting me walk forward without struggle. It happens when I’m alone, my thoughts gathering in mass. Psychoanalyzing every word that's been said, you begin to realize that thinking too much is unhealthy, and that you may becoming a bit loopy.

Then, when I’m with her, everything is right with the world once again. The day is won. You look towards the future and you try not to get ahead of yourself, but you can’t help it. Today is comfortable, fitting just right. And you want more of them because you’re greedy.


Valentine's Day is coming up. This is one of the few times I will be celebrating it with someone I consider truly special. Though it’s a made up holiday built to capitalize on our commercial tendencies, I’ve often looked upon many a seemingly happy couple showing their affections. This Thursday I will be among them. Don’t hate me too much.





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[Jan. 27th, 2008|09:56 pm]

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Artist - Olivia Newton John "Xanadu"

Paradise Found



The third leg of my trip was the most relaxing, and my favorite. The island of Ko Samui is to the south of Thailand and just a short one hour plane ride from Bangkok. I was lugging my heavy ass suitcase from Japan and Hong Kong, but if you happen to hit any of the islands there, all you really need is a backpack. There's no need for much clothing. The weather was a balmy 90 degrees F with minor humidity. I hear the humidity is much worse during the summer months, so December was nearly perfect. After experiencing the cityscapes of my prior destinations, it felt a bit surreal stepping into a tropical paradise, going from one extreme to another.

The pace of life was a lot slower in Ko Samui, and one can't help but adapt to the local lifestyle.


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[Jan. 17th, 2008|10:42 pm]

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Artist - Phillip Bailey "Walking on a Chinese Wall"

Made In Hong Kong



By the time I got to Hong Kong, my ass was on fire. No really, it was literally aflame. I found out the hard way that my stomach wasn’t built for ingesting raw beef. Rare yes, but not raw. Damn you, beef tartare. In any case, do you know what’s there to do in HK? Shop, shop, and shop some more. By appearances, the place is built on the foundation of malls and sweatshops. Granted our hotel, the Excelsior (sounds like a Trekkie starship) was right smack in the middle of Causeway Bay, the premier district for business and shopping, still I expected to see more. And with my stomach killing me, I wasn’t feeling well enough to venture out much.

I managed to snap some photos despite the fact I watched more than a few cheesy romantic, action comedies in my hotel room.



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[Jan. 9th, 2008|08:51 pm]

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Artist - Alphaville "Big In Japan"

Whew, and I'm back. Did the world stop revolving for you since I've been away. Yeah, thought not. I’ve been meaning to update, but higher priorities have taken over. Though the work grind has been intense after a three week layoff, the most important thing was that I wanted to spend some quality time with the gf since I’ve been away so long. Plus, with her birthday coming up right around the corner there’s some planning afoot.

In any case, I made sure to document plenty of photos from my trip to the Far East.


I'm Turning Japanese



Upon landing, the first impression of Japan that popped into my head while taking the shuttle ride into Tokyo was that this place reminded me a hell of alike Washington. The state, not the capital. The weather a bit overcast with lots of greenery, trees and landscape dotting the surrounding areas. Then once you get into the city you're hit with a forest of skyscrapers that are more than impressive in themselves.


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[Dec. 25th, 2007|12:09 am]

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I'm on the other side of the world in Hong Kong, and I want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas. The trip thus far is going well, though the most difficult hardship is being separated from my girlfriend this long. I didn't know you could miss someone this much. You begin to realize the true bounds of love once you're away from each other for an extended period time. If admitting that makes me less than a man then so be it.

If I don't see you for awhile, have a Happy New Year as well.


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[Dec. 14th, 2007|01:18 am]

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Artist - Lisa Stansfield "All Around the World"

Far East


In a couple days I'll be on a jet plane to the other side of the world, gracing the following countries with my presence: Japan, Hong Kong, and Thailand (specifically the island of Ko Samui). This will be the first long trip I've taken out of the country in forever, like 15 years.

Alas, the woman won't be accompanying me along since I planned this trip with my friends long before I met her. Of course, she places the culpability squarely on my shoulders for not having Nostradamus-like powers, but I make up for this by having a large penis. Hooray, fun for the whole family! And yeah, I probably made that last part up ... the culpability bit, I mean.

In any case, if any of you have ventured into these destinations, I'd be happy to listen to any suggestions on places to eat, drink, and sight see. Though I'm sure some of you will recommend taking in a show at a venue less known for its family atmosphere, like watching women pop ping-pong balls from their nether regions, please take notice that my sphincter will be put in storage for the duration of this trip. See, the things I do for a relationship. And they say chivalry is dead.

My mission instead will be to get my friends laid ‘cause I’m convinced some of them haven’t seen pussy since their moms’ gave birth.

Here's hoping I make it back with some entertaining stories to share. I'll be gone fore a few weeks, so until then, Happy Holidays.



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[Dec. 3rd, 2007|01:25 am]

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Artist - MIA "The Turn"

Missing In...


I guess I’ve been MIA from this blog long enough. Don’t feel neglected. It’s not you, it’s me. If it makes you feel any better I’ve been missing in action with my friends as well. To be expected once you start dating a girl for any extended period of time. It’s the natural course of dating history. Once you meet somebody new, you tend to disappear. I wasn’t that good at keeping in touch, anyways.



Things are going well with LL (aka. Lucy Liu). Funny, though we talk everyday and send each other frequent text hits, I don’t feel the clingy vibe at all. I guess it all depends if you like the person. If you don’t, and you get calls everyday, the psycho label gets thrown around. I suppose that means I should make amends to my previous entry.

So far there aren’t any red flags. Sure, she doesn’t read comic books, play video games, or understand the fascination of animated robots and the toys based on them, but that just makes her the normal one. I’m the fucking weirdo in this scenario. She says I stare at her for long periods of time which creeps her out. Her words, not mine. I attribute the creepiness to the perverted grin permanently attached to my face. I should work on that.


A bit unexpected how we met initially. I guess the old phrase is true - when you’re not looking for someone, you’re more likely to meet that special person. Let’s just say there weren’t any mom or friend of friend setups involved. It’s all me, baby. I can’t rely on my friends for chicks because (1) they don’t know any, and (2) they purposely introduce me to ugly chicks and keep the pretty ones themselves. Given the latter is unlikely to happen since pretty girls wouldn’t be caught dead with them, I’m going with the former as the most reasonable.


So how do you know when the person you’re dating is now your significant other? The point when you can declare this person to be your girlfriend/boyfriend?

In my case, I like to ask. Seems reasonable enough. I’m the type of person who doesn’t like to assume anything. Hell, just because you get in bed, and the woman is naked doesn’t mean you’re gonna have sex. She could just be really warm, and need to cool off. Not likely, but stranger things have happened. Okay a better example - like if I was to send notes and gifts to Jennifer Love Hewitt’s house, and then show up at her doorstep with a hastily drawn portrait of her likeness, it’d be wrong to assume guaranteed access to her jubblies.

Assumptions can be bad. And so are police batons.





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[Nov. 8th, 2007|01:14 am]

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You know what you are? You're like a big bear with claws and with fangs... - Trent



Adventures In Dating



When I date a girl, I can usually tell after three dates whether or not there’s a possible future involved. So recently I’d been dating this chick, this nice wholesome Indian girl with big cans. The dates themselves had gone reasonably well; nothing out of the ordinary that would leave me questioning my sanity. However, it’s after the date was finished, I got this weird clingy vibe from her. Like if you’re gonna call me, don’t call every day. Hell, don’t call every freaking hour. That shit is just bothersome and smells of desperation. Clingy = psycho. Reminds me of that movie, Fatal Attraction.

So after three dates, I had the unenviable task of breaking it off. I went through the whole, “It’s not you, it’s me” kind of spiel which inevitably blows up in my face. At the end of my so-called speech, I could hear sobbing at the other end of the line.

I thought the crying was a bit excessive. But yeah, I’m the asshole here. I probably deserve whatever hell comes my way . I did this over the phone for two reasons. One, there was no way I was driving over an hour just to meet her and give her bad news. Two, doing it over the phone keeps me from being slapped in the face. I bruise easy.

Funny, I never thought of myself as a heartbreaker or some lothario who wanders from woman to woman. Now, I’m gonna be labeled as such, and this chick is going to make a voodoo doll in my likeness and stab me full of pins. Fuck, I hate being stabbed. That shit hurts.


Anyways, for whatever reason I tend to meet woman in bunches. It’s cyclic. Sometimes I’ll go months, even years without meeting a woman, and then all of a sudden I’ll be dating two or three of them in a row.

As luck would have it, I’m now dating this Chinese girl who's the splitting image of Lucy Liu. They could pass as sisters except she also happens to be a 4th grade teacher. Don’t ask me how I met her. Let’s just say, you meet people in the strangest of places; gay bars among the list of possibilities.

We’ve gone out a few times. So far so good. Here’s hoping she’s normal, and I don’t get stabbed with an icepick.




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[Oct. 26th, 2007|12:08 am]

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Artist - Ace of Base "The Sign"

Japanese Costume Ideas


Reason #241 why Japan is greater than the US: their unconventional fashion sense.

Check out these weird Japanese Halloween costumes where they have front mounted inanimate objects attached to the male package which range in form of banana, matchstick, worm, or bouquet of flowers. How the hell do they come up with such ingenuity? Was somebody tripping on acid while watching the Dick-in-a-Box sketch on SNL?

Speaking of which, showing up at costume party with a gift wrapped box on your penis would be a great way to meet women.

Whatever the case, it gives new meaning to the phrase – "Is that a banana in your pants or are you just happy to see me?"


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For women, who want escape from the banana-crotch guy, they could come in this dress which can transform into a vending machine. Originally conceived as a way to elude rapists or would-be muggers, I figure this could double as great Halloween costume.

Hell, you could even use this in everyday situations:

- Running down the street from mobsters trying to break your legs over a money debt? Vending machine transform and stand really still!

- Girlfriend nagging you to death? Ask her to close her eyes for a second... "Holy shit where did he go, and where the fuck did this Coke machine come from?"

- Want to avoid the drunk, smelly guy with bad breath from hitting on you at the bar? Vending machine powers activate!

Though I guess it wouldn’t prevent the type of guys who like sticking their dick in coin slots.



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[Oct. 17th, 2007|11:34 pm]




Artist - Jimmy Eat World "Dizzy"

Ticking Clock?


One of many things that make you feel like an old fart: going to concert where the headliner is a cover band from the 80s.

I was at the Download Festival a couple weeks ago where The Cure was playing on the main stage of Shoreline Amphitheater. The fact that I knew “Lovesong”, “Pictures of You”, “Just Like Heaven”, and various other songs by heart really made me feel my 30s. Thank God most of crowd was around my age, if not older. I saw this one middle aged white dude dancing awkwardly, trying to bust a move. I thought he was going to break a hip, with the paramedics having to come to cart his ass off the field. Imagining that made me feel better.

Rule #17 of how to make yourself feel younger – attend a social gathering where most of the other guys are older than you, and have absolutely no rhythm



All this old age sentimentality went to my head again this past weekend as I attended my friend Terry’s wedding. As he was walking down the aisle with his wife-to-be, I started feeling light headed and queasy. Had trouble breathing. Was it because the wedding was in a church and God was punishing me for being an asshole? Was it my biological clock ticking? Was it the words of my mom ringing in my head, “Gimmie grandkids”? Was the worm in the apple finally turning for me? Not quite.

I realized it was gas. False alarm. So much for the Sex-In-The-City-womanly-mentrual-touchy-
feely-emotional bullshit. After downing a few drinks at the reception, all was right with the world once again.




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[Oct. 3rd, 2007|01:19 am]

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Artist - Colbie Caillat "The Little Things"

iPod Nano Review


When I first bought an iPod, it was a 2nd gen edition and buggy as hell. The battery power was woefully weak, needing a recharge after only 3 hrs. The software was even more so, often times I’d turn it on and the menu screen wouldn’t appear, giving me the error screen of death. The font was still in black and white. Problems were so pronounced that someone actually sued Apple on account of shitty battery power, and won. And with victory comes the spoils. Those with First, Second or Third Gen iPods received $50 Store Credit befitting the settlement. That was years ago. I’ve been waiting to cash it in.

Since then, iPod minis, nanos, shuffles, and now the iPod Touch have come into being.


With the latest generation iPod now on the market, I decided to finally purchase a new one. Given the choices of iPod… Classic, Nano, or Touch, I decided to go with the Nano.

Though sexy, the Touch is basically a stripped down iPhone without the features. You might as well get the phone instead. But I wouldn’t because it doesn’t have 3G network capability (a crime given that most other providers have this), and not Bluetooth enabled. Plus, I’d wait for the 2nd gen iPhone release so that all the bugs get worked out.

The Classic has the added storage capacity of 160Gigs which is nice, but its size is a disadvantage. Fairly thick, it’s bigger than my cellphone, making it unwieldy to carry around… especially in my pants, it’s tight in there ya know.


Thus, the Nano.

It’s small, comfortably fitting in my hand. And it’s as thin as Nicole Ritchie, just a few millimeters thick. I can easily slip this in my pocket; it’s slightly bigger than a condom. Upon boot up, I was pleasantly surprised that I didn’t receive any ugly error messages, thus making it light years ahead of my 2nd gen iPod. The screen, though a bit small at 2.5inches, is very bright and gives a fantastic picture. One of the hallmarks of the new iPods is “cover flow”, a gui driven interface that allows you to scroll through album covers of your favorite artists. It’s a great feature that makes searching through your music more immersive.

The storage is both an advantage and a detriment. Because it’s flash memory, it makes finding your stored media much faster. But given the price point, Apple decided to only allot the maximum capacity to 8 Gigs. That’s much too small especially if you plan on storing video. Though, with the relative small size of screen, you probably wouldn’t do that anyways... unless it's porno.

Overall, I’d give the latest iPod Nano a four out of five stars.





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[Sep. 21st, 2007|01:21 am]

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Artist - Daddy Yankee "Who's Your Daddy?"

Singles Unite!


Hey did you know this week is “National Singles Week”? Us single people should take pride in the fact that we’re single and not tied down. The world is our oyster; we get to do whatever the fuck we want. So without further adieu, here’s the top 10 reasons why it’s good to be single:

1. You get to jack off by yourself.
2. You get to jack off by yourself.
3. You get to jack off by yourself.
4. You get to jack off by yourself.
5. You get to jack off by yourself.
6. You get to jack off by yourself.
7. You get to jack off by yourself.
8. You get to jack off by yourself.
9. You get to jack off by yourself.
10. You get to jack off by yourself.



Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! My hands have calluses.




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[Sep. 9th, 2007|06:35 pm]

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Artist - Kanye West "Champion"

Labor Day '07 - Dog Biting


Labor Day, a time to cut loose and enjoy the waning moments of summer. A time to loosen the notches of your belt, and let your gut hang out as you pig on bbq'd meat products. A time to renounce your limits, and have that extra drink. A time to get away from the grim reality of your job, and worrisome deadlines. A time to forget that instance where you tried downloading porn from a disreputable site only to have a virus crash your computer. A time to squash the distant memory of 3rd grade when you asked that chick out to a school dance and she responded by laughing in your face (that bitch!). A time for a road trip.

Destination – Tahoe. Not just great for snowboarding, during the non-winter months, it's a great place for water sports (the non-pissing on face variety), hiking, fishing, and mountain biking down ski-slopes. The added bonus being its close vicinity to Reno; an easy task to hop the Nevada state line for gambling and all night gluttonous satisfaction, drinking and eating.


But hey, forget all that. We came to Tahoe to partake in some bat shit crazy stuff, like coming up with an eating contest – eat 12 hotdogs in ten minutes – winner takes the prize pool of each person’s $20 entry fee. I don’t know who originally came up with this idea, but my friends point the arrow of blame in my direction. Fuck if I know. These are the types of ideas that occur around bored single guys drinking on a Saturday night.

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[Aug. 28th, 2007|12:21 am]




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This is what happens when you gather a group of guys, drinking at a friends place on a Saturday Night – everyone sitting around a laptop, doing a Youtube search of the funniest shit on the net.


Did you know they’re making a live action Thundercats movie? No really, I shit you not. Hollywood has lost its mind. Seems like all the beloved 80s cartoons are being ass raped, I mean, translated for the big screen. If they do indeed go this route, I’m hoping they make it a comedy and put in this little musical number. Mumra’s got a decent singing voice.

True story – As a kid, while watching the Thundercats, I’d get a hard-on for Cheetara. She’s pretty hot for a half cat, half human female. No really, I shit you not.







Not to be outdone, they’re also coming out with a live action GI Joe flick. Stephen Summers of The Mummy and Van Helsing shitfests is directing. Hearing that makes we want to cry. He’s even worse than Michael “Hack” Bay.

They’re better off collecting the tv episodes, and pulling out, making judicious edits of all the workable scenes into a bankable movie. Either that or play this next clip continuously for two hours. I nearly busted my colon, I was laughing so hard. Tears were streaming out of my face.

Seriously, where do people come up with this stuff? Does some bored teenager sit at home on a Saturday night, choose not to hang out with friends, and use Final Cut on his Macbook until a 54 second GI Joe video is turned into comedy gold? Whoever it is, that person should direct the Joe movie. Baroness should be played by Angelina Jolie.

On a side note, am I the only one who thinks cartoon women are hot? Please weigh in. I hope I don’t have some weird perverted problem. I would do Baroness. No really, I shit you not.



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[Aug. 8th, 2007|01:47 am]

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Artist - Pharoahe Monch "Welcome to the Terrordome"

Comic-Con '07: Day 3


The second most popular thing to do at Comic-Con besides ogling the booth babes was drinking. I was half drunk most of the time. By Day 4, I was assed out and completely devoid of underwear. I only went to one panel on Day 3, this one brought to you by the folks of Marvel Comics, and thankfully it was late in the afternoon.


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[Aug. 4th, 2007|10:40 pm]

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Artist - DJ Tiesto - "Sweet Images"

Comic-Con '07: Day 2


The genius of Comic-Con lies in its location - beautiful, sunny San Diego, where 6ft tall, leggy blondes grow on palm trees. The beaches are within easy driving distance, and right across the street from the convention center lies the Gas Lamp district, a place where you can kick your feet up at a moment’s notice and sample any number of bars/lounges and high quality restaurants. When I wasn’t busy smoozing with Miss Alba and chicks dressed in gold bikini Leia outfits, I could usually be found with a drink in my hand, gazing at chicks in non-Leia outfits.

After Day 1’s festivities, my friends and I spent a long night stuffing our faces. Had some of the best seafood in town. Oysters, clams, crab, calmari piled high. Nothing like drinking and eating until late evening and early morning, which made it all the more difficult to wake up and catch the Warners Bros panel. The only thing missing was raw fish, the kind you find between two thighs.

Bleary eyed, somehow I made the 10am start time. Another massive line, and another ninja trick later, I was ready to smell what The Rock was cooking.


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[Aug. 2nd, 2007|12:30 am]

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Artist - Metric "Rock Me Now"

Comic-Con '07


My virgin experience into Comic-Con was not unlike my first experience with a woman. Within the first few moments, I immediately blew my wad. At the end of it, I was physically drained and exhausted, yet I couldn’t wait to mount up and go again.

Comic-Con is like E3 times ten. Whereas E3 only had videogames, Comic-Con has that and more. Comics, animation, movies based on comic book properties with the full weight of Hollywood behind it, anything geek related is within reach. A heavenly paradise for countless, dateless guys who don’t believe in soap. Lucky for me, I brought enough clothes to change my pants at least twice a day.


Onward to Day 1 )
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[Jul. 25th, 2007|12:57 am]

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Artist - 30 Seconds to Mars "The Fantasy"

Reason #24032


... why I'm in my 30s and still single: I just bought this Optimash-Prime figure to proudly display on my desk. This will look great next to Darth Tater.

Oh, and better add Reason #24033 to my list as I'll be hitting the San Diego Comic-Con this week to indulge in a geek orgy. This will be my virgin voyage. I hope I survive. I'll be sure to bring back pics of cosplay fanatics dressed up in various comic book and sci-fi related paraphernalia. Though, hopefully spare you of images of overweight chicks in Wonder Woman or Leia outfits.

If any of you other dateless wonders are going, give me a holla. It's best to travel together in numbers just in case one of us gets attacked by a pack of Jawas.



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