Brownie points to those of you that know what a “Poppie” is.
December 8, 2011 • 10:27 PM 0
Brownie points to those of you that know what a “Poppie” is.
October 21, 2011 • 7:31 PM 1
What Is It?:
A tiny energy gun who’s diminutive size belies it’s surprisingly destructive power and recoil.
Who’s Used It?:
Why Am I Not Cool Enough To Carry It?:
Not only that, but you’d have to be built like a brick-shit house just to handle it.
A handgun is, by nature; a weapon intended to be held and operated without a brace or shouldering mechanism.
Despite being roughly the size of a Derringer, the Noisy Cricket kicks like a steroid cow that’s seen one too many Van-Damme movies.
That is to say, despite the benefit of packing extraordinarily potent explosive force; firing the Noisy Cricket has the nasty effect of flinging it’s user off their feet and about half a city block through the air.
Clearly, not a product of efficient Japanese engineering…
Again, this unfortunate element of the Noisy Cricket’s design likely could be remedied by putting it in the hands of a very fit 500 lbs. man, something that I’m willing to bet describes not a single person reading this blog; or by possessing a center of gravity roughly that of Danny Devito’s… or Puck’s.
The point is, while I know we all wish we could go around toting palm-sized, energy grenade handguns; the fact of the matter is, it’s just not worth it.
Think about it:
Assuming you’d be willing to pull a Noisy Cricket on someone on the street, let alone fire it; chances are you’d break your neck in the resulting recoil induced fall, or at the very least reflexively shit yourself due to the shock of it all.
Oh yeah, and considering the fact that Agent J succeeded in hitting exactly nothing during the few instances he used the Noisy Cricket, chances are you’d also probably miss your intended target… Who if you were at all justified in needing a handgun to deal with, would likely capitalize on your recoil induced period of incapacity to mug/murder/de-pants you.
The funny part about the Noisy Cricket, is the fact that it’s actually not all that cool of the weapon in the first place; and yet you’re still not cool enough to wield it.
It looks like a cheap fuckin’ Zippo lighter.
It “chirps” while it’s held at ready, making it entirely impractical in situations calling for stealth or ambush tactics.
And judging by the grave tone in which Tommy Lee Jones’ Agent K spoke when handing it over to Will Smith, chances are it’s not exactly looked upon as a weapon of class or distinction amongst Men In Black agents.
While the prospect of owning or handling any sort of alien firearm sounds pretty fuckin’ cool on paper, the amount of MANLY coolness one must possess in order to successfully compensate for the aura of lameness inherent to carrying a Noisy Cricket, would likely have to exceed that of Sean Connery, Toshiro Mifune, and Hulk Hogan combined.
In essence, you’re not cool enough to carry a Noisy Cricket for the same reason grown men aren’t allowed to drape themselves entirely in velvet.
Because goddamnit: No one’s that pimp.
July 28, 2011 • 9:00 PM 5
Hollywood tends to move in trends.
Really, really, obvious and demeaning trends.
In a market where film studios routinely invest upwards of 100 million dollars on their high profile projects, it only makes sense that producers would display a preference to go with “whatever works.”
This of course results in a lot of studios continually aping each other’s films from year to year in hopes of breaking even, or better yet; turning a profit.
In my lifetime alone, I can think of several trends in movies that have come and gone.
Naturally, I have compiled a brief list of said trends:
The first genre trend I noticed, even as a child; was the slew of old TV show (and cartoon) adaptations of the 90’s.
It makes sense, given that Nick at Nite was in the process of becoming an established “thing” at the time; not to mention the fact that a number of the filmmakers of this era were likely of the age group that would’ve grown up watching a lot of the 60’s TV shows.
While I can’t say who started actually this trend, or if it was even that profitable; it’s managed to stick around long enough to the point in which I doubt it will ever die.
TV shows will always be lovingly remembered by somebody, so as time goes by, it’s only natural that some poor deluded fool will pony up the money to make a movie of them in tribute.
As with TV show adaptations, videogame movies were something that sprang up during the 90’s, smack dab in the middle of the Super NES era.
While it’s hard to call videogame movies a trend in the fullest sense of the word, it’s evident that they were intended to be one in the mid-90’s.
Following the release of the surprisingly decent Mortal Kombat, videogame movies were stuffed down throats our en masse.
Despite this, videogame culture has apparently grown exponentially over the years, leading to videogame movie adaptations becoming increasingly regular.
The movies stick suck some serious balls for the most part, but the point is; they have yet to reach a point where they are no longer profitable, and thus they continue to exist.
Truth be told, this “trend” is actually more symbolic of the birth of a new film genre as opposed to a trend, but oh well; it’s my blog.
Comic book movies are, as THE INTERNET seems to want me to say; kind of a big deal.
Anyway, Batman served to open the floodgates and give way to the release of countless comic book films, many of which were of course; Batman sequels.
In response to the angsty, MTV culture of the day, as well as the popularity of “less-than-mainstream” comics, movies like The Crow, Barb Wire, Tank Girl, Judge Dredd, The Mask, and Spawn were all cranked out in short order.
While the success of these movies (except for The Mask) was largely scatter-shot, the success of Blade in ’98 ushered in the Marvel dominated era of the 2000’s.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past decade or so, you’ve probably come to realize that Marvel is the flamboyant and insatiable whore of the comic book movie world.
The arrogant bastard that likes to prance about and shove his cock in your face and demand you tell him how amazingly massive it is.
*Ahem!* Not like I’ve ever had that happen to me or anything…
Routinely whoring out it’s intellectual properties from year to year, Marvel rode the success of X-Men and Spider-Man (and a string of critical failures) to take the film world by storm, largely through sheer volume of production.
In the 13 years since the release of Blade, Marvel has released a total of 25 major motion pictures, averaging nearly 3 films a year.
While it’s hard to call them rivals these days, (times have changed) DC manages to release, at best; 1 film a year.
The only difference is, DC films have a tendency to win Oscar nominations.
Anyway, for better or worse, strip-mining the previously established characters and events from comic books is kind of the thing to do for Hollywood producers in this day and age; and based on the record-breaking revenue gained from said movies, I’d say it’s what the audience is into as well.
Which brings me to the eerie prospect of a 4th trend in films that I would prefer not see come to pass.
Has anybody seen the trailer for Battleship yet?
If not, here yah’ go:
Some way, some how, they managed to get Liam Neeson to get on board the Battleship bandwagon, (I’m guessing it involved a free trip to Hawaii…) and in all honesty; I’m just plain confused by it all, aliens notwithstanding.
To my knowledge, Clue is the only other board game movie in existence at this point; and while that has kind of a cult following in some (seriously demented) parts of the world, Battleship just never really seemed like movie material in my mind.
To me, Battleship was always that one game my friend and I could never play without cheating.
Seriously man, after 5 minutes of calling out “Miss” to each other, inevitably someone would peek over the game, find a ship, and basically win the game.
Even the name “Battleship” doesn’t seem all that marketable to me.
It’s non-descript, it gives virtually zero indication of what to expect in the film outside of maybe a battle or 2 involving ships.
Oh well, goofy military shit is en vogue at the moment, so I’m guessing therein lies to the logic to the production house’s gambit.
The really puzzling part in all of this, is the fact that I recall hearing rumblings of a Monopoly movie being in the works.
I heard about the Battleship movie awhile back, but it wasn’t until I saw the trailer the other day that I truly realized they were actually going to make it.
What I mean to say is, I really hope Battleship doesn’t start a board game movie trend, ’cause I’ll tell yah’, I’m not an analyst, or anywhere near an expert in these matters; but if this shit comes to pass, we’ll be in for some epic-ly shitty over the next several years.
April 4, 2011 • 3:41 PM 0
Ever notice how every once in awhile you run across a word that sounds really fuckin’ badass, only to discover later on that it’s actual meaning is equal parts pathetic and absurd?
I don’t know if it’s just me, but this happened to me a whole helluva’ lot when I was little.
That being said, the following is a brief list of some words fitting the above description, most of which I first encountered as a young badger.
Definition: Constructed, arranged, or marked like a net or network.
You know what the longest snake in the world is?
Animal kingdom factoids like this was really important to me as a kid, but apparently learning the meaning of words like reticulated wasn’t; ’cause it took more than a few years for me to discover it’s definition.
I remember thinking the word reticulated meant something along the lines of “really fuckin’ big,” or “seriously fuckin’ savage.”
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that the Reticulated Python’s name simply referred to the characteristics of the pattern drawn across it’s scales.
Definition: An extravagant statement or figure of speech not intended to be taken literally, as “to wait an eternity.”
It refers to something crazy fuckin’ awesome (and destructive) that most likely requires a super combo meter to perform, that’s what!
At some point in my struggle to define the word hyperbole; I came to the conclusion that:
“Hey, Magneto has his Hyper-Grab; maybe there’s some sort of super combo version of it I haven’t seen called Hyper-Bow-Lee!”
Yeah, I played a lot of fighting games back in the day…
Actually, I’m pretty sure the first time I ran across the word was in written form; whereupon I most likely pronounced it as “hyper-bowl.”
I consider myself a pretty good speller nowadays; but back in the day I was a shithead just like everyone else.
Definition: Having two sides equal.
That’s all I needed to hear to start thinking isosceles was the coolest fuckin’ word ever.
Sure, I learned it’s meaning at some point in math class; but that doesn’t mean I ever made any attempt to retain that knowledge.
You see, numbers and I have feuding like an Irishman and, well… Another Irishman, for as long as I can remember.
That is to say, despite my Azn-ness; math has always been one of my weaknesses.
Despite this, thanks to Seinfeld; I’ve maintained a healthy relationship with the word isosceles.
Unlike most of the other words on this list, I never came up with my own interpretation of it’s meaning.
In all honesty, from the time I first heard it up until the present, there really hasn’t been a time when I was unfamiliar with it’s meaning; but even so, for such a slick-ass sounding word, isosceles has a pretty pathetic meaning.
Above: “Abdication” at it’s finest….
Definition: To relinquish formally a high office or responsibility.
Well, I did; more than a few times at that, and it was this episode of the show that first introduced me to the word abdicate.
Just like I’d imagine the character Eugene felt, for whatever reason; the name abdicator sounded like a believable superhero to me.
Then again, I’m pretty sure any word that ends with an “-or” has the appropriate amount of manly “oomph” to it to work as a a superhero name.
Anyway, I remember that the actor that plays the abdicator actually learns the meaning of the word abdicate at some point during the episode; leading to me first hearing the word and learning it’s definition in the space of 20 minutes or so.
While I know the definition well now, thanks to Hey Arnold!; to this day I still get a kick out of thinking back to the brief time in my life when the word abdicate referred to “beasting on someone mightily in a Schwarzennegger-ian fashion.”
Definition: A polyhedron with 12 faces.
The above image represents what I thought dodecahedron meant before my math teacher had to go ahead an’ spoil it for me.
Yeah, I was a pretty fucked up/retarded kid.
September 10, 2010 • 1:43 PM 0
Gather ’round children, and let me tell you a little story about a phat-ass movie called Heavyweights.
Or is that, “fat” ass?…
As advertised on the poster above, Heavyweights was a product of Disney’s early 90’s blitz of live-action kid-comedy/underdog sports movies.
Well, except for The Big Green, that one sucked balls.
Anyway, Heavyweights stood apart from the rest in that it wasn’t a sports drama, rather; it was a movie about fat kids being, well, fat.
Well, not exactly.
In reality, the plot is about a bunch of fat kids, at fat camp no less, being ridiculed for being fat by their new health-nut camp counselor, only to have their worth as human beings validated in the last 10 minutes of the movie.
The rest of the movie is all fat jokes though. As it should be.
I’ve always thought it was funny to picture the conception process the studio execs went through to come up with Heavyweights.
I’d imagine it went something like this:
What I love about Heavyweights, especially as an adult, is how the movie spends about 80% of it’s running time unabashedly stereotyping and shitting all over the fat kids in the cast, with predictably hilarious results.
The sequence where we discover that EVERY SINGLE ONE of the fat camp attendees has smuggled in junk food?
Fuckin’ gold, man.
The sequence where Ben Stiller kicks Goldberg off the scale for being FUCKING HUGE?
The scene where the fat kids get desperate and chase after a cow to try and eat it?
And wouldn’t you know it, I just watched the trailer, and every single one of those scenes is highlighted in it:
The whole movie is filled with these moments, and aside from the general humor that springs from a movie based around the concept of making fun of fat kids, one thing that Heavyweights deserves special note for, is the fact that it genuinely is funny.
You heard me, at 23 years of age, I still think Heavyweights is a funny-ass movie.
The kids were all pretty good as far as child actors go.
I know Goldberg has a real name, but I refuse to learn it, or failing that, use it.
Sorry buddy, you’re always gonna’ be Goldberg in my book…
The fat producer guy from Frasier did alright, but given that I remember him as the “fat producer guy from Frasier” instead of the “fat counselor from Heavyweights,” I think it’s safe to say that he didn’t make that much of an impression.
Although I do think it’s funny that they named him Pat.
That names just fits too well.
Ben Stiller’s performance as the villain, Tony Perkis, while twisted and energetic, was not exactly my favorite in the movie.
I do find it kind of funny though, that Ben Stiller has had the opportunity to play 2 different maniacal fitness gurus in his career, first in Heavyweights, and then later on in Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story.
Despite the pretty full cast of familiar faces, the one performance that always stood out to me, that could always make me laugh, was from the man who played the right-hand to Ben Stiller’s Tony Perkis, the character known as Lars.
Lars was fuckin’ awesome.
Every time he opened his mouth, Lars managed to take the fun factor of Heavyweights, and turn it up to 11.
Like when he yells at Kenan for breaking his camera with his fat-kid ass:
Speaking of Kenan, remember that one time that Kenan asks him what’s up with his goofy ass name, and then asks him where he’s from?
I always loved Lars direct, and very Deutsch response:
That was awesome.
The one scene that will always make me laugh though, the one that I still reference to this day, is when Lars explains his safety procedures for letting the fat kids swim.
When asked how he’s going to keep track of and maintain the safety of the fat kids, Lars explains:
“I have ‘dem on ‘dah body system!”
By “body,” of course, Lars means “buddy.”
This of course leads to much blowing of whistles and back and forth yelling at the fat kids:
In one scene, the comedic brilliance that is Lars:
Hah, I like how this post basically turned into a walk down the “early 90’s comedies” memory lane.
Ah, back when writing was still valued in Hollywood…
Anyway, if you haven’t seen Heavyweights, do yourself a favor and look it up.
If you have ever giggled at the sight of overweight children being told to their face that they’re HUGE for 90 minutes straight, then I’m sure you’ll enjoy Heavyweights.
I sure did, and I was a fattie when I first saw it!
August 21, 2010 • 2:17 PM 3
*Sorry folks, no clip this time. After all, it is a Spielberg…*
Let it be known, The Lost World is just about the most outright savage example of “Spielbergian Spite Killing” in practice.
For the uninitiated, “Spielbergian Spite Killing” refers to the indisputable fact that anyone who is an asshole, or is at all deserving of comeupance in any way shape or form, will; at some point in the movie, FUCKING DIE FOR IT.
For instance, in The Lost World alone we have:
A man doesn’t hear his friend’s cries for help on account of him listening to a Walkman.
HE FUCKIN’ DIED FOR IT.
Then, we have a weasely Brit that’s guilty of… Well, being a weasely Brit.
HE FUCKIN’ DIED FOR IT.
Which brings us to Dieter Stark, played by resident creepy-as-fuck Swede, Peter Stormare.
Dieter Stark seemingly makes it a point to be a douche in every scene he’s in.
The first time we see Dieter, he’s riding around in a jeep and mishears Peter Postlethwaite, thusly resulting in him asking Postlethwaite to repeat himself.
No self-respecting MAN asks Peter Postlethwaite to repeat himself.
That’s strike 1.
After the creature is declared, quote: “not dangerous,” Dieter promptly whips out his trusty cattleprod, (never leave home without it) and zaps the little fucker seemingly just for the sake of seeing it squirm.
That’s strike 2.
Finally, in one of Dieter’s last scenes in the movie, he is seen pacing around in the background while giving Vince Vaughn the goddamn stinkiest of stink-eyes.
This of course results in a brief shoving match between the 2, which for all intents and purposes, Dieter loses, ’cause c’mon:
It’s fuckin’ Vince Vaughn.
No self-respecting MAN starts shit with Vince Vaughn and lives to tell the tale.
And that makes a big-fuckin’ strike 3.
Which brings us to the #9 Best Overkill in our Top 10 list of Best Overills in Movies:
Not long after his littler scuffle with Vince Vaughn, Dieter separates himself from the mercenaries/Team Goldblum in order to go relieve himself in the woods.
Upon leaving, he tells his buddy Carter to wait up for him, only for the camera angle to zoom-in and reveal, *GASP!* Carter couldn’t hear him on account of his wicked awesome Walkman!
In a film where there are crazy fuckin’ dinosaurs boppin’ around in the wilderness, and your character has; up to this point, been a total prick, you can pretty much guarantee that somethin’ bad’s gonna’ happen when you wander off on your own.
Sure enough, just before ‘ole Dieter can whip it out, he hears some chirping in the bushes, which upon further investigation; reveals the source to be:
Turns out, one of those Compsognathus’ found his ass out in the woods and decided to scare the piss out of him, seemingly just for kicks.
Dieter being the kind soul that he, exchanges a bit of silly banter with the Compy, and promptly whips out his retractable cattleprod and proceeds to do what he can to introduce the little guy to the wonders of electricity.
Now, after all this excitement, Dieter discovers that not only has he forgotten that he needed to pee, but he also doesn’t know how to get back to Team Goldblum.
Just how fuckin’ shy can this guy’s kidneys be that he needs to run 3 fuckin’ miles into the wilderness to take a piss!?
I don’t know, maybe he was one of those fat kids that had body image security issues and swam with his shirt on or some shit…
ANYWAY, Dieter starts meandering through the woods repeatedly calling out:
Cut back to Carter, listening to 99.3 FM, La Grande:
After quite literally getting turned around in there, Dieter unfortunately takes a bad step in the woods and falls ass over teakettle down into a creek bed ravine.
Collapsed on the ground, and in a great deal of pain, Dieter once again hears that familiar chirping and finds himself set upon by a bevy of fearsome first-person camera shots!
Thusly begins our overkill.
Composognathus’ start piling in from out of the woodwork, mounting Dieter like a little bitch and busting out some serious ground and pound.
These tenacious little fuckers manage to cover every inch of poor Dieter, biting and clawing at him, and generally putting a cap on one very bad day out in the woods.
Seriously, they get on his neck:
With that, the Compys randomly decide to detach themselves from Dieter, in concert; mind you, leading to a downright cruel sequence wherein the entire swarm of them line up and basically taunt poor Dieter.
This angers the mighty Swede, thusly causing him to chase them off with a combination of manly primal screams and equally manly rock throwing.
While silly looking, these tactics prove effective enough to by Dieter enough time to do some Home Alone Joe Pesci swearing, (“Regit, frigit, midgit, son of a…”) and actually try something practical; I.E. calling for Peter Postlethwaite instead of that sack of fail Carter.
Unfortunately, Postlethwaite is off doing something badass, like killing a fuckin’ T-Rex with his bare hands or some shit, so he doesn’t exactly hear Mr. Dieter.
In his defense, whatever Peter Postlethwaite was doing, I’m pretty sure it was more important than saving the fuckin’ Swede from the Frogger episode of Seinfeld.
Anyway, we then cut back to Dieter, who is now growing desperate, and has regularly begun chucking rocks at the creepy first-person tracking shot that just won’t seem to leave him alone.
Of course, with all that hazardous backwards walking in the creek, Dieter eventually trips over a rock and falls flat on his face.
Then, something silly happens.
Despite his wounds, despite the horde of nasty little fuckers trying to EAT HIS FLESH, Dieter takes a moment, while laying the creek; to GET A DRINK OF FUCKIN’ WATER!
WHAT THE FUCK!!??
Priorities, dude: Get ’em in order…
Otherwise this happens:
Despite (literally) tearing this sad sack pile of Swedish fuck-sauce’s ass to ribbons, Dieter somehow manages to haul himself up out of the creek, and make a run for a downed tree.
That proves to be his final mistake.
As he reaches the tree, Dieter gives one final look back at his pursuers, as if to say:
And then proceeds to weakly roll over the log, essentially sealing his fate as the Compys follow his ass all the way down:
With that, being as this a PG-13 film, we are treated to a tasteful closing shot of our overkill involving no graphic violence, but rather a great deal of implied nastiness in the form of George Lucas backed sound editing, and a fair amount of blood streaming through the creek bed.
All that carnage and nastiness, resulting in the 9th best Overkill in Movies, from a tiny dinosaur that was considered, quote:
June 18, 2010 • 10:32 PM 2
Snow Bros. was my favorite videogame as a kid.
Rentals at this store were one day only, so you had to be sure you would enjoy whatever it was you rented.
Well, you can bet I was satisfied by my selection every time, ’cause I must’ve rented Snow Bros. like 50 times.
Snow Bros. was a simple yet enjoyable game that shared more than a few simalarities with Bubble Bobble.
The story goes like this:
Nick and Tom are two dudes that are trying to put the moves on these twin princesses, then some evil sorceror shows up and jacks their bitches, but not before turning good ‘ole Nick and Tom into snowmen.
Apparently turning dudes into snowmen is supposed to diminish their ability to rescue princesses.
The basic gameplay of Snow Bros. has the two players, cast as Nick and Tom; being dropped into a series of single-screen arenas populated with monsters that they have to defeat in order to advance.
Sounds like pretty standard arcade game fare, doesn’t it?
That’s because it is, smart ass.
The fun part of Snow Bros., was in specifically “how” the player went about defeating monsters.
The Snow Bros. of the games’ title each possess the ability to throw snowballs, manufactured from their own bodies no less; that they can use to pile up on their enemies, thusly encasing them in giant, roll-able snowballs.
Being as most of the stages are set up as a series of cascading platforms, it only makes sense that the Snow Bros. method of killing monsters consists of taking said roll-able snowballs, and sending them careening into other monsters.
Upon steamrolling monsters with a snowball, the resulting pile of monster corpses transform into food products (snowmen are gluttons) or colored medicine bottles, each of which provide the players with a number of different power-ups.
One caused the snowmen’s feet to develop restless leg syndrome.
One made the snowmen’s balls bigger.
One made the snowmen’s balls shoot farther.
And my personal favorite, the ultra-rare teal medicine, made the snowmen’s head inflate like a balloon, causing anything they touch to die instantly.
Snow Bros. was a wonderful game, that while a little too easy, and definitely repetitive, was easily my favorite videogame as a child.
My brother used to make fun of the title screen, calling Nick and Tom “fatties,” and of course pointing out that I was the fat and dumb snowman.
Which one he was referring to, I will never know, but I think it’s pretty safe to assume that it was the red one, seeing as my brother was ALWAYS player one.
The whole game could be beaten inside of a half hour, and though I beat the game numerous times with and without my brother, for some reason I spent most of my life thinking I never really beat the game.
You see, the final boss of Snow Bros. isn’t the evil sorceror whose portrait is featured in so many of the between level cut scenes, but rather a pair of statues that have zero personality, and are not so much as mentioned in the game’s (limited) narrative.
As a kid, I was so underwhelmed by the final battle in Snow Bros. that I outright denied it’s status as such.
It wasn’t until I replayed the game years later that I finally admitted myself that I had thoroughly beat Snow Bros.’ ass.
“Holy shit, that’s really the end?” I said to myself.
Other than the bullshit final battle, Snow Bros. was great.
I loved the little things, like how the snowmen would “Superman” their way out of each stage, and how an evil pumpkin headed ghost would drop down from the heavens and kill you if you played too slow.
I loved the enemy designs, especially the fuzzy purple dudes that did pirouettes until they turned into heat-seeking tornadoes of rape-age.
Some of the bosses were pretty memorable too, with one of my favorites being the twin naked chickens that you fight in the freezer.
The music was also spot-on, with a stage 1 theme that I catch myself humming to this day.
It’s kind of funny actually, my mom still remembers the stage 1 theme of Snow Bros., in fact she still teases me about it whenever she overhears me talking about videogames.
She always reminds me of the days when I would wake her and my dad up at obscene hours of the morning, humming along with my Snow Bros.
I’ve pumped quarters into both arcade machines because of my fondness of the NES version, however I found both to be graphically superior, but otherwise quarter-munching games that lack the charm and nostalgia factor of the console version.
Also, the music quality was tinny and crappy.
While the second game gets points for it’s expanded cast, and overt Japanese-ness, for my money the NES version is the best of the bunch.
Anyway, I’ve always felt that Snow Bros. was lacking in terms of fan support, so I figured I would take the time to write a little something showing my appreciation for it.
God bless you Snow Bros., I still can’t believe I never owned you.
May 19, 2010 • 10:26 PM 0
Sorry everyone, once again I failed to write a legitimate post for the day.
Oh well, too aggravated/mentally fatigued to write, it’s time to go for a RUN.
Nah’, seriously though, I love you all.
That was just the Irish side of me coming out and bein’ a dick, like he does.
Here’s what the Japanese side has to say:
… *Sigh* Honestly, I hate them both unless they’re together.
Anyway, time for suicidal run, goodnight all.