You know what …screw this guy.
Look what he painted.
That’s rude. He offends with me
with his quality, he assaults me with is artistry. My mind reels with the responsibility of
respecting his craft. It makes me
angry. I hope his hands blow up
And that’s lead me to my first point. I have a problem. I detest the success of other people. I DETEST it.
Jobs, artistic ability, relationships…going to the store to buy milk. If you are successful at something part of my
brain thinks you should die. Friends, family, enemies,random stranger on the street, good looking hostess at restaurant B. I hate you all. And it’s a universal hatred really, because everyone
has done something decent in their life. Even
people who fail all the time still some times fail better than I fail. And that makes me angry
And you wouldn’t like me……..angry or not…you just probably wouldn't like me.
Where does this vile bubbling cauldron of hate come from?
I don’t want the world to fail. I
want my friends to do well; there success can only bring me a higher quality of
life. And I do urge them to
succeed. I tell them, myself and anyone else
who will listen that they should go out and achieve and achieve like no one
has ever achieved before.
But
When they do achieve... Then the darkness falls and I plot their imminent and most likely impressively painful death. Like being eaten by slugs....
I should see a therapist…or a prostitute…I hear their
both very helpful. As long as they are not successfully
helpful….
I watched Batman,
and it was good…for me…and my brother. Not in that dirty sex way either. But
too many many others it was a staggering let down.
I’ve heard everything from meh to "hackneyed ending that ruined the
mythos". Ruined the mythos of the the Batman!!?? Ruining the mythos of one of the oldest and most beloved comic book character in the history of comics is
pretty hard to do so that person must have been really angry. Maybe he was angry at the movies
success. Anyway, while it was a good move and worth watching again; There were a few things that bothered me. Mostly that Bane was a scary Sean Connery in a
mask. Sean Connery …isn’t he Scottish?
Bane is not Scottish, he’s South American….who, at one point in comic lore, was dressed
like a wrestler
A wrestler!!!!!
How did Nolan get Sean Connery out of that? Is Sean Connery a Brazilian wrestler? Noooo!!!He's
a Scottish ….spy...guy....person... You
know who he is? He's fucking Sean Connery
is who he is you halfwit. And Sean Connery
is not Brazilian…or as mentioned earlier,
A wrestler.
Still the move was high quality with good acting god action
and a reasonable plot. OH and Anne Hathaway
as catwoman who ...I’m going to be honest……is maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever
seen…ever…..
EVER!!!
Dear god I burnt my eyeball…so...go see it. I liked it and my opinion is worth more than
yours.
You know what I don’t do much anymore. I don’t play video game anymore. Man I use to put em away. Hours at a time camped out in front of my TV while digital characters
ran around reveling in the rampant destruction of their fellow digital residents. Or virtual golf…FUCK YEA…VIRTUAL GOLF...with cute little anime characters... hot
dam I loved me some virtual golf. Fighting
games featuring mis-proportioned heroes and hotties with unrealistic uniforms
and undergarments on display. Or the
classic "FPS" which I dominated my dullard friends but failed to find success when
confronted by the fleet fingered fiends of the online arena. Man I was good at video games too. I got achievements and unlocked special room
and abilities and costumes...alternate endings...I did well. I saw the
cool bosses …I beat games on the hard difficulty …like a boss…..who …plays …video
games…..ok that was not a good analogy.
Regardless though ...I had some skill and was happy to show
it off.
That skill is goooone!!!!
I sat down to play a
game. Put it on my standard hard difficulty,
started up ….…and died. A lot. All the time...again and again. "What’s going on here?" I exclaimed. "Why am I dying?" I expounded. "Is the game cheating, is the game made to be impossible
like battle toads of old. IS IT SOMEONE
ELSE'S FAULT??? "
But the answer was
obvious... you’re not good at this anymore. You’re getting old, your reflexes have slowed
down, you ability to twitch game has pitched itself right over the edge of this
virtual boat. Your hands operate at half speed. You can't keep up with the next generation of gaming gods. Your gonna get pwned, teabagged, raped, beat, brutalized, KO'd camped, greifed, gutted, run down and knifed, taught to show repect and be made somebodies BEE-YATCH. Hope you like RPG’s with
no difficulty and archaic combat design, because that’s all you’re playing now son. And don’t try doing online. The cavalcades of over played eleven year old
will eat your heart out hun. They’ll eat
it and make you die. And not a quick good death...a bad bad weird painful death
that Japanese movie makers with poor childhoods make disturbing ass movies
about.
…weird shit man
That’s all you
got left…virtual golf and RPG's with no difficulty curve….
Except Hero Academy. I like Hero Academy. I like it cause I win
If you are good with the ladies, and you score a particular successful
moment with a particularly lovely lady…then I think that you are then …..Pimpressive…eh...eh…new
awesome word. Adopt it, love it…tell
your friends. Buy the t-shirt
Age Quad Agis
