Look forward to it!

January 8, 2009

So my updates have been very sparse and very spaced out. I’ve attempted many times to start some sort of weekly thing but I never end up being consistent with it.

But I’m going to try it again!

Look forward to the debut of a I am a Catchy Title feature! I’ll give you a hint. You’ll be seeing my face a lot!


Monday Math Rock!

December 16, 2008

Taking a page out of my Italian Biffle‘s book, I’m doing a little playlist today.  I’m going to mix it up a little though.  I usually don’t listen to individual songs but rather a whole album/artist at one time.  Most recently, I’ve been really craving some math rock.  I was introduced to this genre by Maps and Atlases.  I linked to their earlier album, Tree Swallows Houses, which I think is the better album.

Now for the Playlist:

Minus the Bear – Planet of Ice

Portugal. The Man – Church Mouth

Q and not U – Different Damage

mewithoutYou – Catch for us the Foxes

Damiera – Damiera EP

The Fall of Troy – Phantom on the Horizon


Nostalgia is so difficult

October 27, 2008

Last night, my roommate brought back something infinitely more awesome than the event that was currently going on at the time (Phillies winning their 4th game).  He brought back a little bit of 1995 for me.  A little black box that most of us remember by the opening chime “Sega!”

But this post isn’t about the awesomeness of nostalgia.  It’s about the immense difficulty of that cursed nostalgia.  I feel like the games of this age are a little too difficult.  Kids grow up playing pussy games like Banjo Kazooie.  We take for granted various things like selectable difficulty, save games, and continues.  I remember the days where I had to leave the console on just to save my game.

One thing I do appreciate is the advancement in the graphic quality.  I went from playing the ever so classic Altered Beast to a crappy flash game on the internet and it still looked better.

On another note, enjoy Robocop on a Unicorn.

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I’m going to be all over the place

October 14, 2008

I understand that all of my loyal readers have been really pressing for me to update more often.  Of course, by loyal readers, I mean Liz.  So here’s a little explaination why.

I say that I don’t update as often because I am always busy and never really have time to sit down.  In reality, I just don’t come across anything that’s really worth writing about.  Actually, that’s a lie.  I have a lot I want to write about but it’s nothing that’s worth writing a whole post about.  This is where Twitter comes in.

Twitter satisfies the need that I have to tell everyone on the Interwebs about my thoughts.  140 characters is enough to get my point across but not enough for a whole post.  While this is all fine and dandy, I feel like this “Micro-Blogging” is really taking away from my ability to conjure up any type of solid article.  Those 140 characteres really strap down my creativity.

My super awesome “wow I want to have your babies so they’re just as funny as you” humor is hard to express in a little tiny box that’s meant for “I’m stuck in traffic, playing with my radio” or “I’m hungry. I want to eat a baby”.

It just doesn’t have the same effect.

So for now, I’m going to try to update more often.  They will most likely be random links that I come across as interesting.


Can someone explain this to me?

October 6, 2008

I got slapped in the face this weekend.

Not literally of course, but metaphorically.

Whenever I go home my brother usually gives me some of his old clothes.  Usually shirts, ties, or pants.  But on Sunday October 5th, at 9:29 am, he laid down a huge one.  It was like he took a whole bunch of puppies and kicked them in the face.  A flying kick to an elderly woman’s stomach.  A judo chop to a grown man’s crotch.  It was epic.

He gave me pants with a button fly.

I know what you’re probably scream in your head right now, “A BUTTON FLY!??!  WHO WEARS PANTS WITH A BUTTON FLY??????”.  Of course, that’s exactly what I thought when I woke up with these pants laying next to me.  I almost cried when I inspected the pants only to find three round brass buttons staring right back at me where my crotch should be.

I don’t understand why this type of crotch flap exist.  It’s a lot more inconvenient for me to whip my junk out.  It totally messes with the bathroom zen that I’ve come to attain when using the urinal.  What is usually “Zip-Pee-Zip” has now become, “Unbuckle-fumblefumblefumblefumble-pee-fumblefumblefumblefumble-Buckle”.

Although, I have to admit that these pants do look pretty good.  Now that I’m examining my crotch, it looks a lot nicer than it would with a zipper.  It just lays flatter.  The color of the jeans are exactly what I like.  They are almost becoming my new favorite pair of jeans.

I just wish my fly would stop being such a big cockblock.


I never knew girls can play guitar!

September 27, 2008

And by guitar I mean Guitar Hero.

In the Video Gaming world, third party peripherals are  necessary evil.  There are the freakin’ sweet ones that definitely the whole gaming experience but then there are the really stupid ones that no one should have in their house for everyone to see.

Recently I came across the king of all ridiculous third party peripherals.  It was so cool and so well thought it, I think I might buy it.  Of course, I wouldn’t be using it though.  Oh no, this baby is to be used the lady of the house.  No longer does your female friend or Significant other have to feel left out while you rock out to Guitar Hero or Rock Band.  Now she can join you in your quest to be a virtual rock star.  And do it in style.

They almost look real.

[via Engadget]


Pokemon Battle Pt. 1

September 25, 2008

Today was an especially dark and dreary day in Pallet town. Nurse Fiona is stuck in the Pokemon Center left with nothing to do. Of course she has nothing to do because Pallet town has become a very boring place once Pokemon Trainer Merv left.

“I hope he goes out there and catches them all. He was all about that.” said Nurse Fiona as she sits at the counter playing with her Chansey.

She’s about to doze off when suddenly she hears the sound of the entrance doors sliding open. In a very autonomous response she beings to ask ‘How may I…’ until she realizes who it is.

Pokemon Trainer Merv takes a cool step into the Pokemon Center. He closes his eyes and takes in the atmosphere taken aback by all the nostalgia. The sound of 8-bit music fills his ears as he opens his eyes and smiles at Nurse Fiona.

Nervously, Nurse Fiona finishes her greeting “H-How may I help you?”.

“I’m just here to use the PC,” Pokemon Trainer Merv responds in a very non chalant manner.

As he cooly walks over to the PC, Nurse Fiona takes notice to the shiny badges that Trainer Merv has proudly displayed on his vest and his belt which was neatly lined with six pokeballs.

“Wow, six out of the eight gym badges. He must be really good.” Nurse Fiona thought to herself.

As Trainer Merv finishes up with some pokemon transfers, he begins to cooly walk back toward the entrance to leave.

Nurse Fiona begins to autonomously say goodbye, “Thank you! Come back…” before she is interrupted by another Pokemon Trainer coming in as Trainer Merv is leaving.

Trainer Merv stops dead in his tracks and is as equally stunned by the new Trainer who has just walked in. This Trainer walks just as cooly as Trainer Merv over to the Pokemon Center counter and places his pokeballs into the healing tray.

“I see you’ve been busy Merv. It’s nice to see you again,” says the trainer.

Trainer Merv responds, “I see you have been too, BUG CATCHER KYLE!!”

Announcer: “A strange twist has just occurred!!! Just as Pokemon Trainer Merv is leaving his home town Pokemon Center, Bug Catcher Kyle enters!!! Who is this Mysterious trainer?? How does he know Pokemon Trainer Merv?? Answers will come and Pokemon Battles will happen!!!! NEXT WEEK!!!