Tuh-tuh-tuh-transformers teaser trailer! Get out your Depends before you click
Yeah, that's all. But it should be more than enough.
Two notes for today. Firstly, I changed my main banner. Those of you who already got it probably have a little more respect for me, for those of you who don't get it, I saw The Boondock Saints yesterday. It was a fricking awesome movie. The banner won't be permanent, but it needed to be changed up a little. I think this one gets it all across: truth, justice, and humour.
The second note is for those who read the Mate1 article. In the end, I did end up getting some feedback from someone who read my profile and Googled TE. I'm sure more is yet to come, but right now, I'm simply ecstatic that my plan worked. Take THAT, Mate1. Ryan = win.
Lastly, anyone who's come here because you read my Mate1 profile, my e-mail address is on the bottom of the sidebar. I assume that's what you're here for. Just keep in mind this one thing: no fat chicks.
I've been getting Weebl and Bob update e-mails for a couple years now, and I'd never read even one of them. Hell, I haven't even been to the site in like a year. But yesterday I did read my update e-mail, and it paid off big time. Turns out they were holding a Fancy Dance competition over on Weebl's Stuff, and boy is it worth checking out. The first entry is clearly my favourite, and the Santa Bear in the fourth is just too much. Hilarious stuff. I hope linking to this will help distract you from what a bad article I wrote this week.
The weekly article is up. I'll warn you though, it's not much. Kind of a half-story half-rant. Uhh... yeah. Not much at all. If you feel like it, click here. Or go to the article page and whatever... So much for my policy of not posting anything I'm not satisfied with...
Been quite busy with MegaMan Battle Network 6 lately (Sooo good!), but I have taken the time out to get next week's comic done (but you won't see it until Thursday), as well as next week's article. I'll be posting that tomorrow. Today, YouTube videos!
I have little idea what this is, other than frickin' sweet
For the MMBN fans: GroundCross totally pwns Tenguman
Also: the BN6 "Tribute" PAs (spoilerific...ish)
For the hell of it, the Super Smash Bros Brawl trailer
Who watched the Stanley Cup game last night? Did anyone else think it was kinda boring? Maybe it's just because I don't like either the Hurricanes or the Oilers, but there was an odd lack of excitement on my part. Oh well. In any case, it inspired my latest article, so be thankful. I was just gonna do a CD collection update this week and try to pass it off as an article.
You may be questioning the lack of posting this week. Turns out I've been doing a really good job of keeping myself busy lately, and I just kinda forgot about site junk. Anyhow, the weekly article we be up later this week. When? I'm not sure. I don't even know what I'm going to write about yet. Out.
I've been a bit preoccupied taking care of the new baby, but I managed to spare a little time to whip up a spiffy banner and port over an old Comedy Napalm article. It's a rehash, yes, but it's a rehash with a corrected spelling mistake. Added some fancy list bullets too. Read it here, or if you don't want to read, just pop in to appreciate cute li'l Sephiroth.
So I'm watching Firewall (Which, by the way, was so-so. I liked Hostage better) last night, and around 1AM my brother decides to go out for a walk with his girlfriend. These kids are fourteen, mind you. My parents object, but fail to do anything that actually stops him, so he's gone. The movie ends, it's about quarter after two, and my mom is unhappy that he's not returned. My dad tells me to go and track him down to see what's going on. Always eager to pretend I'm a ninja, I accept, slip on my sneakers, and leave.
I walk down the street a bit and hear voices, so I jump in the bush. I peer out, seeing that it's only people chattering on their front step. But then there are voices behind me. I'm only covered from the front and sides, my back exposed. Surely they've seen me. I crouch down and hope for the best. The voices pass, I am safe. I peer up and see that it's my quarry that unwittingly got the drop on me. Had this been a real game of cat and mouse, they would regret their poor attention to their surroundings.
I let them go and dodge behind the nearby senior complex. Unfortunately, it has a fenced-off yard, and hoping to avoid any unwanted attention, I have to travel the rocky shore of the lake behind said senoir complex. Letting my focus slip for a split second, I misstep and get a shoe full of water. I haven't accomplished my mission yet, so I keep on truckin'. The shoreline is unfortunately littered with small birds, and they raise a bit of a racket, but I'm still in the clear. I get out from behind the complex and slowly make my way through the paved field of parked cars, not knowing if my targets are ahead of or behind me. I slowly creep out, and see that they had made excellent time. They must have run at some point, as there's no way they could have gotten as far as they did as fast as they did at a normal walking pace.
As they amble through a parking lot, I quietly sneak along a fence, keeping just enough distance to make an easy getway should they turn an notice me. My poor luck came into play, as the brightly lit parking lot offered little cover or darkness for me to keep a low profile in. I had also neglected to dress appropriately in my haste, so shadows would not have likely helped too much anyway. I continued my hunt anyway, and was able to find shelter behind a garden shed and some bricks. They stopped just under a streetlight, and proceeded to... fondle... each other. It was mildly disgusting, but I had to keep watch to see what was up. My intuition was telling me that they would simply stop here to say goodbye and then part ways for the night.
Ten minutes later, they were still... at it... and I was ready to pack it in and cut my losses. Then, from behind me, I heard voices approaching. A couple of no-goodniks were walking down the sidewalk, and when they spotted me, they figured it would be funny to blow my cover. They never stopped moving though, so I was able to escape before my brother caught on as soon as they passed by the shed. I quickly fled the scene, using the sparsely placed trees and tall grass as cover, hoping that he hadn't noticed my presence.
As soon as I reached a rather dark shadow, I crouched down and assessed the situation. My brother was slowly on his way back, but I had plenty of time and room to make my way back unnoticed. But it wasn't over. Since my return would be easy, I took the sidewalk, and that turned out to be a foolish move. I noticed three figures coming down the street towards me. They seemed to be all dressed in white. I immediately assumed the worst and that I was done for. I knew they had seen me, and trying to hide would only make me a more interesting target, so I continued walking. As they drew closer, however, I noticed that they were not in fact dressed all in white. They were not dressed at all! The naked figures continued their march right past me, and I turned my head so as not to get an eyeful of anything I didn't want to see (knowing all well that I could have gotten an eyeful of exactly what I did want to see. Which is boobs). As they passed, I quickly picked up my pace, hoping that quickness would help me avoid any other oddities the night might want to throw at me.
I got home unscathed and my brother followed shortly, blissfully unaware that I had been following him.
After my little adventure, I've come to a simple conclusion: If you have kids, or when you do, don't fucking let them go out after a certain time. Midnight or so should about do it. You know all those stories your mom told you about how all the freaks come out at night? Well they're true. It doesn't matter how safe you think your neighbourhood is. After nightfall, anything could be lurking around outside. So do your kids a favour, and no matter how much they pretend to hate you, just keep them inside at night. You may very well be saving their lives, or at least saving their eyes a good washing. That's your article for next week, by the way.
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j/k. Relax, guy. It should be up on Sunday this time, assuming nothing distracts me too much over the weekend.
If you don't appreciate this photo gallery (probably NSFW), get off my website now.
In other news, that kind of thing was long overdue here. Also, it turns out HAL's cutting Mr. Game & Watch from Super Smash Bros Brawl. 'Tis a sad day indeed. A couple others are getting axed too (Young Link, Ice Climbers), but I don't care nearly as much. Besides, Young Link is being "replaced" by Wind Waker Link, and Ridley is now on board too (as well as Young Bowser, but that's no more than a "meh"), so it kind of evens out. In the the end though, it doesn't matter which characters are there, because the game is going to rock all over the place regardless.
Mike's back, Doug's got a new site, and they broke Bomberman.
As for that fish business I mentioned yesterday, take a look at the "reproduction" section of this Wikipedia entry on anglerfish. Nature sure treats some males poorly. Kinda makes you appreciate human women. Kinda.
Due to popular demand, I've added an RSS feed at the top there. I have no idea how these things work, and I have no interest in them, but you know, that's what the public wants. Still working a few kinks out of it though, so if something's off, then... get over it. It does basically what it's supposed to though (I think), so all is as good as it needs to be right now.
A rather harsh blow to my self-esteem, Matt has begun publishing his own multi-installment article on his recent trip to Disney World. I look at this with sadness mostly because it's like a bajillion times better than my own (which is mysteriously still not finished). On the upside, it seems he's just like me in that he's absolutely fascinated by aquatic creatures, yet would never go anywhere near them. A little more on that particular subject tomorrow...
Your article will be ready later on tonight. I was planning on having it done on the weekend, but Saturday was filled with yardwork and the Hi Neighbour Festival, and Sunday I lost myself in Maple Story. Oh well. By midnight tonight. Keep checking back if you care.
You know what's really weird? When I play air guitar, I play left-handed, but when I play on a guitar or use any object as a mock guitar, I play right-handed. Odd, no?
I think that's pretty much it. Would you think less of me if I told you that the trailer for "The Devil Wears Prada" got my attention? Cause I'm feeling pretty bad about it.
you know, while I'm here I should probably get the ol' Band of the Month post out of the way. Better sooner than later, ya know? This month's band is a rather small-time group out of San Francisco called Drist. They seem to be on their way up, what with being featured in both Guitar Hero games, and just generally increasing interest from the public. I myself only know a handful of their songs, but I'm very eager to hear more. Oddly, my favourite song is a cover of Depeche Mode's "Stripped," which is far more energetic and face-melting than its source material. Not necessarily better, as the original is quite charming in its own way, but downright awesome all the same. Their submisison for Guitar Hero - "Decontrol" - is also incredibly awsome. Anyway, they've built themselves some notoriety in punk/metal circles, and you're probably more likely to have heard of them than most obscure bands I blog about. Definitely worth looking up if you like your music hard, fast, and loud. Good luck with that though. Their MySpace page would be a good place to start if you are interested.