Saturday, May 10, 2008

GameTap: Big Changes for Mortal Kombat - Mortal Kombat Vs. DC Comics

Great gaming article [sarcastic tone]... not a single mention of the fact that MKs rival, Street Fighter, did a "Marvel Super Heroes vs. Street Fighter" game a few years back. Might be an interesting point to bring up in the interview, but oh well. I'm merely a blogger with nothing important to say. Except when I yelled "fire" in a theater. It was an important thing to say, except it wasn't true. And a bit cliche for that matter.

goochout.

Friday, May 09, 2008

You know the scene in Raging Bull where DeNiro pounds his groin with a sack of ice? That's what my gambling experience has felt like, and I haven't been here 24 hours yet.



I have gotten a lot of reading/research done. I'll be smarter when I get back. Poorer, but smarter. I'll probably sell my reading materials for gambling money.



Oh, I found my phone. Not before sending a signal over the internet to wipe all of the data off of it. I was able to retrieve my contacts, but the pictures from my birthday and a hazy trip to a strip club are gone.



The news on TV here is interesting. A fifteen year old boy agreed to let another 15 year old boy wrap him in toilet paper. He didn't agree to setting the toilet paper on fire, resulting in second degree burns. Assault with a deadly weapon (burning toilet paper, I guess) charges have been leveled against the teen who didn't squeeze the Charmin, but torched the shit out of it with his friend inside. Giggle.



Jenna Bush is getting married today. She has everything I look for in a woman: rich parents, in her twenties, and an inability to control her drinking.



There's a really rough looking group of bikers here called the "Iron Pigs." I've watched documentaries on biker gangs and never heard of them. Turns out... they're a biker club consisting entirely of cops. I get it.



This one's for you, Kelli: Game company plans stripper pole for Nintendo Wii



goochout.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Can't find my phone.

If it wasn't bad enough... I just received news that a blow to fat kids everywhere has just been dealt:

Baskin Robbins co-founder dead at 90

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Woman who cried 'rape' guilty in lover's killing

Couldn't be a better ending. Read the story, but here's the Cliff's Notes: Husband goes home early, sees wife and strange man driving off, wife panics and yells "rape!", husband shoots strange man, wife sticks to her story, police see strange man's phone number saved in wife's phone... yada yada yada... wife's in jail, husband is free.

I mean, the husband got rid of both people that fucked with him at the same time. The movie "Fracture" was about an elaborate drawn out scheme to ultimately do the exact same thing.

I hope somebody at the funeral said "he died doing what he loved." Which I guess, was fucking someone else's wife.

Vacation coming up. seeing that I've taken pleasure in the death of another human being and it's not even 8am; I think I need it.

goochout




Monday, May 05, 2008

Eh.

What a day. I went to a job that was supposed to only take a couple of hours and didn't leave for six.

I've been pretty depressed lately (for months now). It's fine, I'll get over it. I only say that because I, for a moment, experienced a state of bliss I'd all but forgotten. I was driving in the new car with the sunroof open. The newly installed Sirius add-on to my factory stereo was playing Howard Stern. The sun and wind whipped through my poorly spiked hair. I was happy! For just a second, I involuntarily smiled without the use of alcohol or oral sex.

I love Sirius radio. It does, however, remind me of the old car CD players: It's crystal clear audio, but instead of 'skipping,' you lose satellite signal and the audio cuts out. It so beats terrestrial radio. I love the possibility of hearing the words "shit" and "fuck" unexpectedly while driving.

goochout.