Instant Messenger Theatre: Episode 2

(11:40:26 PM) monkey: TWILIGHT NEW MOON IS OWN
(11:40:37 PM) monkey: we should drink a reckless amout of beer
(11:40:42 PM) monkey: -_-
(11:40:49 PM) TheAlmightyOne: Hahaha
(11:41:04 PM) TheAlmightyOne: New Moon is the one you can actually laugh at without commentary
(11:41:36 PM) TheAlmightyOne: It’s not “so bad I want to perforate my eardrums with a number 2 pencil” bad
(11:41:55 PM) TheAlmightyOne: It’s “so bad I’m on the floor laughing at how fucking stupid this is”
(11:41:58 PM) TheAlmightyOne: Bad
(11:43:25 PM) monkey: So this girl is like
(11:43:31 PM) monkey: supernatural platonic whore of the year
(11:43:38 PM) TheAlmightyOne: Hahaha, pretty much
(11:46:18 PM) TheAlmightyOne: How far into it?
(11:47:35 PM) monkey: She told the guy with long hair that he’s beautiful
(11:48:27 PM) TheAlmightyOne: Yeah, that doesn’t help
(11:48:44 PM) monkey: They just fixed two junker motorcycles
(11:48:50 PM) TheAlmightyOne: Ah, okay
(11:48:57 PM) TheAlmightyOne: You missed the most ridiculous part of the movie
(11:49:18 PM) TheAlmightyOne: Where he leaves her and she spends three months tranced out, miserable, doing nothing
(11:49:27 PM) TheAlmightyOne: And shrieks in agony during the middle of the night
(11:50:05 PM) TheAlmightyOne: And her dad just has this look on her face like “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me”
(11:50:10 PM) monkey: yeah
(11:50:11 PM) TheAlmightyOne: his face*
(11:50:18 PM) monkey: ‘What have I done with my career?’
(11:50:27 PM) TheAlmightyOne: Hahaha
(11:50:58 PM) TheAlmightyOne: Honestly, I think if you put the focus in that story on the dad
(11:51:01 PM) TheAlmightyOne: You could save it
(11:51:32 PM) TheAlmightyOne: Make it a dark comedy
(11:51:37 PM) TheAlmightyOne: With the dad as the main character
(11:51:40 PM) monkey: rogl
(11:51:42 PM) monkey: rofl
(11:51:47 PM) monkey: My daughter the vamper whore
(11:51:57 PM) TheAlmightyOne: See?
(11:52:01 PM) TheAlmightyOne: Could totally be done.
(11:54:12 PM) TheAlmightyOne: And two things could really save it
(11:54:13 PM) TheAlmightyOne: That
(11:54:42 PM) TheAlmightyOne: And instead of it being a real romance, his “family” of vampire have evil eye’d Bella into being their blood doll
(11:55:27 PM) TheAlmightyOne: So her father and all the kids at school who inexplicably thought she was the coolest thing ever on her first day that she ignores
(11:55:43 PM) TheAlmightyOne: Have to save her from the vampires
(11:56:17 PM) TheAlmightyOne: BAM
(11:56:20 PM) TheAlmightyOne: Way better movie
(2/4/2011 12:22:26 AM) monkey: yeah
(12:22:26 AM) monkey: but then it wouldn’t be like
(12:22:26 AM) monkey: gay
(12:22:48 AM) monkey: it would be more like
(12:22:51 AM) monkey: a Lost Boys
(12:22:54 AM) monkey: kind of thing
(12:22:58 AM) monkey: action horror
(12:23:16 AM) monkey: Where would we get the gay?
(12:23:18 AM) monkey: ??
(12:23:20 AM) monkey: WHERE!@:?
(12:23:27 AM) TheAlmightyOne: lol
(12:24:13 AM) monkey: you don’t even know do you faggot?
(12:24:18 AM) monkey: OF COURSE NOT
(12:24:57 AM) TheAlmightyOne: I am a failure as a rewriter
(12:25:01 AM) TheAlmightyOne: Much shame unto me
(12:25:49 AM) monkey: How dare you try to rewrite that literary turned cinematic shitbox into something not cringe-worthy?
(12:28:56 AM) TheAlmightyOne: Fukkin saved

Dust Ruffles are Gay

Seriously. Totally Gay. If you own a dust ruffle, you’re either A) a woman, B) a flaming homosexual or C) a married man who has no input on the decoration of his home. Nobody else does. You know why? Because nobody else considers their bed to be a fashion accessory for their walls.

For those who don’t know, a dust ruffle is a piece of cloth that’s put over the box spring of a bed for the purpose of keeping dust from getting under the bed. Dust? Dust?! Under the bed?!

…My God.

You mean that place where you store luggage and kick your boots at the end of the day? And there’s dust getting in there?! That’s horrible! Frank-fucking-forbid that I have to wipe a little dust off of my Samsonite a couple times a year. My shoes certainly aren’t collecting any that I have to worry about.

Dust ruffles are for people with OCD and nit-picky housewives who can’t feel at home without at least one object with frills on it per room.

Monday Bad Movie Madness: Delta Farce

…I hate Baskin.

…I hate this website.

…I hate you all.

This movie was physically painful to watch as well as psychologically taxing. I feel older and less intelligent for having put up this 90 minute cinematic abomination. This movie is the perfect example of a little thing TVTropes likes to call the “Idiot Plot.” It can only occur to begin with because every single fucking character in the movie is a moron.

The only person in the main cast that approaches funny is DJ Qualls, and he still doesn’t get it. The only person in this movie who was funny was Jeff Dunham, who plays himself with a different name for about two minutes. The banditos kidnap him from a hotel in Cancun and make him perform for them at gunpoint with his puppet, Jose Jalapeno On A Stick. Jeff keeps trying to keep his captors entertained while Jose keeps cracking Mexican jokes until the gang’s leader shoots the puppet and Jeff passes out from shock. I hope he got paid more than everyone else in this shitfest did. He was certainly a lot funnier.

At least it didn’t show me Larry’s asscrack…again…

Fuck you, Lionsgate for producing this shit. Fuck you, Bear Aderhold and Thomas F.X. Sullivan for writing it.

And fuck you, Baskin, for making me do this.

Goddamnit

Sometimes I curse my own nerdiness. I looked into Dungeons and Dragons Online on a lark and I found my interest piqued.

Fuck.

I said I wasn’t going to do this again. Not after World of Warcraft. I mean, sure, DDO is free…until level four…or something like that. Either way, its not like it’ll cost me anything.

…goddamnit, I’m such a nerd.

Monday Bad Movie Madness: Capitalism: A Love Story

Or, as I like to call it:

The movie opens with an old clip of some news anchor saying that people with heart conditions or are easily upset should not watch this. Does that give me an excuse?

The opening credits are set to security tapes of bank robberies. You’re not clever, Michael Moore. After the credits, Michael Moore asks, trying to be poignant, if future civilizations will judge us by youtube videos of cats flushing toilets or people being thrown out of their house because they can’t afford it. Yes, that’s such a terrible thing. How dare they demand to be paid for their product and put “hard-working, middle-class people” out of their homes.

Michael Moore then goes and talks to this real-estate guy in Florida who runs a company called “Condo Vultures.” They deal only with people who buy foreclosed homes; at -GASP- a profit! Oh noes! The editing when they’re talking to this guy is particularly disgusting. I wonder how badly they butchered their interview with this guy to make him look like a total scumbag when he’s just another entrepreneur who’s providing a service that his clients want.

Guess who’s next? Wallace Shawn. Yeah, that’s right. Vizzini from The Princess Bride. Nobody gives a fuck what he has to say about this shit. Fuck you.

And this is just the first 21 minutes of the movie.

To summarize the rest of the bullshit, it includes Michael Moore pulling some small, regional company airline pilots in front of the camera to talk about their low salaries, having clergymen in the catholic church call capitalism a “sin,” invoking WWJD(yeah, seriously), whining that the top 1%  of the population have more than the bottom 95% combined(no fucking shit, Captain Obvious. Grow the fuck up.), going to the capitol to read the US Constitution to look for the part that says the United States of America is a capitalist country and only pointing out the “more perfect union” line and the general welfare clause(you know, one of the big loopholes in the document they use to justify the government doing whatever the fuck it wants?), saying that lack of financial restrictions will cause a crisis in mere years, saying the word “democracy” like it will ward off evil spirits(shaped like dollar signs, no doubt), dragging a grouchy old fuck in indiana who’s having to leave his home because he can’t afford it saying that he understands the people who go crazy and shoot up banks and workplaces with guns and homemade bombs because the people they kill “deserve whatever they get”, calling the “housing crisis” a calculated financial coup de’tat by the big financial companies, driving an armored car around New York to the aforementioned companies to take back the money and make citizen’s arrests, showing a group of people who cut down “for sale” signs off of foreclosed homes and then just move people back in(while the house is still the property of the bank) and surrounded the New York Stock Exchange with crime scene tape.

There is one good part of this movie. Just one. Michael Moore is asking people as they come out of the Stock Exchange to explain what a “derivative” is. When nobody talks to him, he says, “I’m just trying to get a little advice” and someone off-camera responds, “Don’t make any more movies.” That is what we refer to here on the Internet as “being owned.”

Fuck this movie. Fuck Michael Moore.

Oh and before I go, the chick from Paramore(“Who the fuck is Paramore?” I hear you asking. Its okay, they’re not important) accidentally…ugh, “tweeted” her tits. She then claim she “got hacked.” They’re not really worth looking at if you ask me, but I might as well share the lulz. You can find it here: http://encyclopediadramatica.com/Hayley_Williams

At least its better than watching Capitalism: A Love Story.