Please Stop Doing That

It’s come to my attention as of late that there are certain things going on out in the world that are going to need to cease and desist starting immediately.  These are things that you need to stop doing, less because they are annoying to me, and more so because doing them makes you a terrible person.  So listen up, and make the necessary changes, or pay the consequences.

 

Stop posting pictures of food on social media

For the life of me, I can’t understand why people even do this.  Do you consider it an accomplishment that you are about to eat food?  You do know that literally everybody eats food, right?  But as you’ve probably noticed, not everyone feels the need to take pictures of what they are about to eat, then take the time to post said pictures online.  You know who doesn’t take pictures of food they are about to eat?  Starving children in third world countries.  They simply eat and enjoy food when they have it, and don’t need to boast, gloat, and try to glean attention out of other people before doing so.  Also, for the record, absolutely nobody cares about the fact that you are about to eat a steak.  Anyone who gives you attention for posting food pictures is merely buttering you up (zing!) because you also give attention to their largely pointless cry-for attention posts. Cease engaging in this activity immediately, or feel the wraith of a thousand Hadoukens to the taint-region.

 

Stop saying film remakes are “inspired by” the original

What’s that you say?  The American horror movie “The Ring” was influenced by the Japanese horror movie “Ringu (The Ring)”?  The last time I checked, if you remake a film in a different market, the more recent film is still considered a remake.  You’ll see this all the time when a foreign film is remade into a half-assed Hollywood re-hash.  What usually happens is that the original film gets picked up released by an American distributor with a blurb about how it “inspired” the garbage remake.  It’s almost as if they expect you to believe that some writer watched the foreign film and felt inspired to sit down and write a script in the same vein as the original.  What really happened however, is that somebody noticed that a foreign film was doing well, then took that info to some producer who got the green light to produce a quick thoughtless cash-in.  Do yourself a favor, and whenever you see that a movie “inspired” a more recent one, watch the original instead.

 

Stop spelling your as “yr”

Alright… we get it.  You listened to a lot of Sonic Youth, or indie bands who listened to Sonic Youth and are an overwhelmingly original and creative individual, who completely avoids following convention and lives a dangerous life of non-conformity.  The problem is, that in the 80’s when Sonic Youth were doing it, or even in the 90’s when all those other bands started doing it, it was still precious and cutesy to use “yr” instead of “your”.  In the current era however, it makes you look like just another lackey who slept through English class and now unnecessarily shortens every other word in order to exude the air of not caring at all about looking educated.  Kids in school nowadays can barely spell to any passably degree, and the last thing they need is educated people misspelling things to look hip and cool.  And while we’re on the topic of grammar, stop spelling things using numbers and single letters in place of words.  You might be just like your mother, but you aren’t Prince.

 

Stop doing that “heart-hand” thing

This is another one of those things that people do when they’re desperately trying to be as precious and cutesy as possible.  I know you’ve seen it a dozen times before, and if it doesn’t make you want to suplex somebody’s face into a bowl full of brass tacks, there is something seriously wrong with you.  It’s almost as if it’s a gang sign someone busts out to signify that they don’t want to be taken seriously on any level.  It’s one of those atrociously over-used photography tropes that desperately needs to die off as soon as possible.  It stopped being creative exactly four months after it started being over-used, which was in 1943 if I’m not mistaken.  The main problem with the gesture is that there is absolutely no meaning behind it at all.  It’s merely something done to become the center of a picture, that is ultimately no less contrived than randomly throwing up a middle finger.  It’s not the Gandhis and Mother Teresas of the world doing the hand heart.  It’s the overpaid, creatively-devoid, “artistic” shills whose livelihoods revolve around desperately staying in the public eye.  They might as well be holding up a picture of a Nike swoosh instead of doing a hand-heart.  Same difference.

 

Stop saying music was so much better in your era

This one in particular is close to my heart since I have music tastes that are approximately 430% better than the average music listener.  I’m practically a professional when it comes to knowing about music as a recorded art form.  I’m also an expert in tactical espionage, and the methodology of 14th century cake baking, but I’ll write an article some other time about why people in those fields are dicks.  I could write a full page about things those cake assholes do that get my goat.

The reason this erroneous line of thought needs to be halted immediately is that is shows that the speaker has an extremely rudimentary knowledge of music.  The people likely to say “Music was so much better in my day” are usually over-the-hill old-folk types who stopped listening to good music back in 78, leaving them with no reference as to what good music actually is at any point in time beyond that.  This type of person usually only listened to radio music that was piped into their consciousness without any work being necessary on their part to actually discover anything.  Radio music has changed dramatically over the years, and very rarely for the better.  Music as a whole has improved ten-fold, but in order to witness that, you would need to have been actively searching for it.  In the internet age, this is easier than it’s ever been.  You could get on google and find 17 Lithuanian country-prog bands after searching for a mere 10 minutes.  These days it actually takes a little bit of effort to find the good stuff.  It’s not just going to fall into your lap, like it did back in the day with the Beatles and Led Zeppelin.  So have you grandkids teach you how to use the internet, and maybe you can actually discover some good new music instead of listening to top 40 radio desperately trying to find something good, because that’s almost a hopeless endeavor.  Or you can go listen to a Herman’s Hermits record and continue to ponder why music is so terrible today, while everyone around you quickly exits the room to go play on the nearest train tracks.

Heart Hand

Don’t Forget Any Of This.

Hey guys.  Forgive me for my long bout of inactivity, but I have a valid excuse.  You see, two months ago I was elbow-deep in the most profound and entertaining post to end all posts, when I was contacted by a mysterious gentleman, who told me to meet him down at the local Coffee Trough™.  He stated that he had some important information that he needed to relay to me, and me alone, seeing as how most of it would be completely over the head of the average human.  After agreeing, on the grounds that it didn’t seem suspicious in the least, I asked how he got my phone number.  He said not to worry about it, and that he “knew people”.  He also explained to me that there are these big yellow things called “phone books” that you can utilize to obtain that kind of critical classified information.  Those G-Men sure are a crafty bunch.

So anyhow, I hopped into my spiffy Toyota Tercel, and slowly sped on down to the aforementioned coffee establishment to meet up with this suit.  I walk in and spot the mystery man instantly due to the fact that he’s wearing sunglasses indoors, and only G-men and douche bags wear sunglasses indoors.  Douche bags usually don’t wear suits however.  They usually opt to wear classy things like polo shirts, Abercrombie & Fitch, and neon-colored dubstep t-shirts.  The lack of a spray-on tan and hair gel also gave away that this gentleman was probably a professional of some sort.

I sit down across from him and he proceeds to slide a manilla envelope across the table.  It may very well have been some other kind of envelope, but seeing as how I don’t have a deep well of knowledge on the various types of envelopes, I wouldn’t have known any differently.  I open the package in front of me only to find a single piece of paper inside.  On it was written a single line of text: 9/11 was an inside job.  “What the hell is this supposed to mean?” I ask.  “It means exactly what it means.”  he replies.  “You’ve obviously got more than enough time on your hands.  Do some research.  Look into the matter further.  You’ll find the truth”.  He then got up and left without another word.  Off the the library I went.

So check this out.  Remember when 9/11 happened on September 11th, 2001?  And also remember how we’re supposed to remember 9/11?  Well I’ve been doing a lot of research these past few months.  It turns out that there are these things called elephants out there.  The thing about these elephants though, is that allegedly, they never forget.  Things like birthdays, appointments, locker combinations, and even 9/11s.  They remember everything.  You don’t even need to say “9/11: Never Forget ©” to an elephant because they remember forever.  They don’t even need to see it on a t-shirt, button, mouse pad, key chain, coffee mug, magazine, car decal, Fox News, tote bag, lanyard, refrigerator magnet, poster, memorial coin, post card, liquor flask, CNN, calendar, iphone case, baseball cap, snow globe, truck mudflap, MSNBC, or shot glass, because they always remember it anyway.  Elephants remember 9/11s, 24-7.

So moving on, you might also be aware that one of the political cults in the United States, the Demonoclaps, are represented by an elephant.  Coincidence?  Probably not.  Why would you choose a bland-ass elephant as your political spirit animal when you could pick something like a wolverine or a death adder?  Elephants don’t do anything except take up a lot of space and remember things like 9/11s.  Those don’t even happen all that often, so even that’s not really that big of a deal.  So obviously the Demonoclaps must have had something to do with 9/11.  The proof is all there.  I thought it might involve the other cult, the Replumplicons as well, but their spirit animal is a donkey.  Donkeys don’t know anything about anything, let alone 9/11s.  So that rules them out.

I know this all might seem like a lot to take in all at once, but the facts are undeniable and irrefutable amongst a slew of other multisyllabic adjectives.  That G-man knew what he was doing, coming to me to help unearth the truth of the matter.  My researching skills are second to no other researching skills that have been discovered yet.  All I ask is that you remember this information, much in the same way that you remember the 9/11s.  Except remember this for more than one day out of the year.  You can buy coffee mugs and license plate frames if that helps you to remember, but remember to remember that Demonoclaps picked the elephant because elephants always remember to remember 9/11s and that’s why 9/11 happened on 9/11.  The chemtrails are the only proof you really need.  It’s all right there in front of you, if you would just decide to look with your heart, and stop looking with your eyes.

But anyways…  I finally stopped doing hard drugs last week and decided that I should get back to posting things on this site, so here you go.  Enjoy.

elephant

Replacing Babies With Burritos

Do you ever find yourself looking through photos of people holding babies and think to yourself: “Man, these pictures would be so much better if these people were holding gigantic burritos instead of pointless babies.”?  Me too!  Unlike you however, I decided to do something about it and remedy the situation.  The following pictures are approximately 167% better, now that they contain righteous burritos:

Bush BurritoHaha!  Look at this guy…  He looks really excited to chomp into that bitchin’ breakfast burrito.  If he were holding a baby instead, he’d probably be all bored or sad or something.  He probably just got off work xeroxing TPS reports for the man, and now he just wants to kick back and munch on some sweet sausagey treats.

Prince William Burrito

Here’s another dude that looks really jazzed to be grippin’ on a monster burrito.  That thing must be at least 7 pounds, 8 ounces.  He even got all dressed up before he sat down to get his grub on.  Guess he’s looking to get down to business.  He’s even got a nurse on hand in case he needs the Heimlich maneuver after gorging his munch hole on this beastly treat.  Chew slowly!

Royal Family Burrito
Here’s that businessman chap again.  This time it appears that he’s with his lady friend.  I guess they’re just getting back from the Taco Emporium, where he bought her the 47 pound Burrito Explosion.  Whoa there, Mr Moneybags!  Think you’re better because you don’t have to order off the dollar menu?  I wish I could order the 47 pound Burrito Explosion. 🙁  🙁  🙁

Things I Would Post On Twitter If I Used Twitter #4

Hello there 2 people in Uganda who are only here because my site came up when you searched “garbage” and you somehow made it through your country’s censorship firewalls.  Since you’re here though, I guess I’ll do the logical thing and post a bunch of semi-witty thoughts in 140 character format, à la history changing literary website “The Twitter”.

 

1) If Christopher Nolan and David Fincher collaborated on a film, the cinematography would be so dark that only owls would be able to watch it.

2) I just had a text-box correct my misspelling of “honky”. Thanks for the save, technology!

3) I dress up as abstract ideas for Halloween.  Last year I went as inebriation.  This year I’m either going as failure or disappointment.

4) I saw a selection on Netflix called “Busty Teenage Milfs”.  I’d never heard of it before, but it must be good.  It’s on it’s 23rd season.

5) I’m so terrible at shooting up drugs, that I actually managed to contract Hepatitis F.

6) I don’t get all the hubbub over the Redskin’s name.  Nobody’s complaining about the Louisville Chinamen or the Memphis Guidos.

7) Any time I hear music with ukulele in it, I can’t help but feel I’m listening to a car commercial.

8) STDs are like Pokemon.  They come out of balls and you have to catch them all?

9) I farted the other day, so I did what anyone else would do, and created a facebook page about it for all my friends to “like”.

10) I wanna make a site for people to upload their shitty, out of focus pictures to, then use filters to them look “old-school”.  Oh, wait…

#It’sStillAround?  #YOLO

Grading HipHop Lyrics – Rick Ross

Ricky Ross
Mrs. Trifleton
Grade 4

D_Minus
                                                                              911

[Verse 1:]
Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball
have sexual congress with                          basketball?
Ain’t no more off days, my crib look like a mall
There aren’t any more         what do babies have to do with this?
Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall
Was she Korean?                       A big and tall what, exactly?
Niggas still scheming, but we sliding on ’em all!
elaborate on these “niggas”        is this about a water park?
I remember picking watermelons
I think you’re remembering incorrectly
Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!
                                 $27,324 isn’t a quarter million
If I die tonight I know I’m coming back nigga
                      are you implying that you’re Jesus?
Reincarnated: big black fat nigga!
         Jesus wasn’t fat or black

[Chorus:]
I bow my head, I pray to God
            are you about to eat again?
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!
                                        you own a helicopter?
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
                  I don’t believe you were on that show
Can I let my top down in my 911?
      please keep your top on, Rick
In my 911?
never forget
In my 911?
never forget
In my 911?
never forget
In my 911?
never forget
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
        did you buy these from Home Depot?
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
It’s actually called a 401k
You can’t stop a bullet, this one for the money
                                      you seem to be very materialistic
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200
                                   I thought it cost a quarter million?

[Verse 2:]

Fuck your investigation, started my elevation
                 you should probably take the stairs once in a while
Cherry red 911 straight to my destination
     try not to forget this
Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations
         is this a fight with weight problems?
Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations
      is this “private nigga” an investigator?
Gucci Pucci money long, he got 20 cars
    this isn’t even a real thing
Graduated from them blocks, now it’s stocks and bonds
  do you have a diploma from this “blocks”
Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show
    what do these “hoes” wanna know exactly?
They know a nigga’s name, they know a nigga’s strong
                                                   fat and strong aren’t synonyms
Fuck with me!
   no thank you

[Chorus:]
I bow my head, I pray to God
         exercise works better than prayer
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!
                    fattest
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
  eating healthy leads to a longer life
Can I let my top down in my 911?
  don’t take your top off anywhere
In my 911?
never forget
In my 911?
never forget
In my 911?
never forget
In my 911?
never forget

[Verse 3:]
When I climb on top, I say I’m into you
  you probably shouldn’t climb on top of anything
A lot of chickens in the coupe; cock-a-doodle-doo
   this sounds healthier than donuts
I fucked the secretary, fuck the interview
     right after you filed your TPS reports?
If I was in the NBA, I’d hoop in Gucci tennis shoes
                         pretty sure that’s against NBA guidelines
Chopper spray like antihistamines
   I have no idea what any of this means
Triple beam, Versace swag on creatine
           one of those is clothing, the other is a suppliment
When I left the lot, I spent a half a milli
                     which half of Milli Vanilli?  Rob or Fab?
When I pulled up to your spot, I had a half a ceiling
                              you shouldn’t be out during a hurricane
Got your bitch with me, trying to suck up
         lady friend                     milk shakes?
I don’t trust my chauffeur, so shut the fuck up
   maybe the two of you should talk this out
Uh, the new chopper hold a hundred rounds
    you are really fixated on helicopters
When I park on the curb, the grill look like Bobby Brown
     this could get you a ticket

Celebrity Halloween Candids

Hey there sir or madam.  You wanna know something?  Contrary to popular belief, celebrities are just like us.  They go to sleep.  They make crucial poopies.  They even don’t like having kumquats lobbed at their facial bits.  Just like you and me!  Who would have thought it?

Another things stars like to do, is get decked out in sweet Halloween costumes on October 31st, and go rage with unbridled pagan fury all around Hollywood.  Don’t believe me?  Well perhaps you should stop being such a negative drain on everyone you come in contact with, and peep these photographs I have posted for you.  Peep them real good now.  Then try to stop being such a dick and turn your life around before it’s too late and everybody starts to hate you.  Yolo!

Hillary Duff Juggalo
Well looky who we have here.  It’s shining star of screen and stage: Hillary Duff, sister of shining star of screen and stage: Haley Duff.  Not many people are aware of the fact that in addition to being a fan of carrying around fashion accessory animals, Hillary is also a fan of the Insane Clown Posse.  In this photo, she was on her way to the Go & Kum Mart on 5th Street to pick up some Faygo™ brand soda before heading off to a Halloween party at George Clooney’s house.

Kardashian Immortal
Who could this be, eating a savory salad because she legitimately likes the taste, and not just in case a photo opportunity arises?  Why, it’s star of an appallingly boring sex tape and nothing much else: Kim Kardashian!  Did you know that in addition to being friends with fellow famous-for-no-reason personality Paris Hilton, Kim is also a huge fan of the band Immortal?  Shortly after this photo was taken, she attended a party at future ex-husband Kanye West’s mansion.

Rhianna Kiss
Who’s that fine young lady right there?  I’m pretty sure it’s that Reyanna chick.  I think in this photo, she was thinking about that bitchin’ Rainbow Trout she caught last week at Lake Cucamonga.  That, or she’s trying to remember what you call those things that you put other things into.  Regardless, she’s obviously a Kiss fan, or at very least a fan of sexually ambiguous guitar players.  And while we’re on the topic of creepy guys, what’s up with that stalkerish guy wearing the “COWBONER” hat back there?  Move along there, creepy-balls.

Happy Halloween!  Remember not to eat any AIDS candy.

If Historical Speeches Were Written Today – MLK

Ever noticed how people’s writing skills have become more “mouth breather-esque” over the last decade or two?  No?  I haven’t either.  Regardless, the purpose of this post is to reimagine what a famous speech from the past would look like if someone without passable English skills had written it.  If somebody from the Twitter generation had written Martin Luther King Jr’s famous “I Have a Dream” speech, I think it would go a little something like this:

 

I got a dream that 1 day this nation is gunna rize up and live out teh tru meening of it’s crede – we hold these truthes to be self evadent that all men R created =.

I got a dream that 1 day on the red hillz of Georgia, the suns of formar slaves and the suns of fomar slave ownerz R gunna be able to sit down 2gether at the tabel of brutherhood.

I got a dream that 1 day even the stait of Misisppi a st8 swelting with the heat of enjustice, sweltering with the heat ov opression will be transformed in2 an oasis of freedum and justise.

I got a dream that my 4 little kidz will 1 day liv in a n8shun were they will not be judged by the color of there skins but by the content ov there character.

I got a dream 2day!

I got a deam that 1 day, down in Alabama with it’s vishush racists, with it’s governer havin his lips drippin with the words ov interposishun and nulificashun, 1 day right their in allabama littel black boyz and balck girls will B abel to joyn hands with little wite boys and wite girls as sisterz and brutherz.

I got a dream 2day!

I got a dream that 1 day evrey valley will B exalted and every hill N mountane shall B made lo the ruff places will B maid plane and the crooked places will B made strait, and the glory of the lord shall B reveeled and all flesh shall see it 2gether.

This iz our hope n this iz the faith that i go back 2 da south with.

With dis faith we will B able 2 hue out ov teh mountane ov despare a stone ov hope.  With dis faith we will B able 2 tranzform teh janglin discords ov are nashun in2 a butiful simfony ov brotherhood.  With dis faith we will B able 2 work 2gether 2 pray 2gether 2 strugle 2gether 2 go 2 jail 2gether 2 stand up 4 freedumb 2gether noing that we will B free 1 day.

 

I’m going to stop right there before your eyes start to bleed too much.  You get the picture though.  If MLK were alive today to give a speech and he picked somebody at random out of the youtube comments section to write it up, this is approximately what the end result would be.  Just look at all the numbers in that last sentence.  It either looks like a math problem or Prince had a song-titling seizure caught on word processor.  Sleep tight knowing that the future looks bright and literate.  Katch U L8r!

 

Rare Black Metal Promo Shots

Hello there empty nothingness of the internet.  I know that you don’t really care for extreme metal music, or music in general, being that you’re an empty void and all, but I figured I’d share these with you.  You see, when black metal musicians take promo photos, the goal is to look as badass or “kvlt” as possible.  “Kvlt” simply means “cult” or underground, but is spelled as “kvlt” because black metal originated in Rome in 1435.  This is all common knowledge, so I won’t bore you with the details.

Anywhat, I have in my possession some rare early promotional photos by a few such black metal groups.  Nowadays, it’s all the rage to shoot your band pictures in grim places, like a forest in the middle of the Norwegian wilderness, or in a cave, in front of a sleeping Yeti.  But as you’ll see in these early photos, black metal musicians originally shot their promo pictures is decidedly less grim environments.  Feast your sweet little eye globes on these:

Immortal Playground

Here is the band Immortal, posing at a Chuck E. Cheese’s in Boise Idaho in 1991.  Shortly after this photo was taken, the band was removed from the premises for not removing their boots before entering the ball pit.

Immortal Ballpit

Here is another early Immortal promo shot.  This one was taken at Uncle Gizmo’s Fun Zone in Crapsteak, North Dakota.  Later that day Abbath got the 3rd place score on the venue’s Galaga arcade machine, entering “T I T” as his name on the entry screen.

Behemoth Playground

Finally we have a never-before seen publicity shot of Behemoth posing in front of McDonald’s franchise #13,765 in Hambasket, New Mexico.  Originally they were going to pose with a Koala, but on the day of the shoot, all the animal wrangler could book was an extinct Tropical Crow.

 

So there you have it.  I hope this post was informative.  My number one goal with these posts is to educate after all.  A healthy mind is a mind that works good.  Until next time!