Welp, this is my first post in over a year, but it's time to talk about the one thing that unites all men:
What's more fun than shoving a mid-range speaker in a used coffee can? Shoving a mid-range speaker and a tweeter in a used coffee can.
Me and my roommates decided to install a busted old KLH speaker into this coffee can and I must say it turned out to be a pretty fun project. The back was pretty goofy looking but this thing sounded surprisingly good.
But, what I really don't understand is...
WHY DO DUDES PUT RANDOM CRAP TOGETHER?!
It's like a sixth sense or just some natural phenomenon, but it really is the most rewarding thing on the planet. There's nothing better than sitting in a semi-lit room with other like-minded males, shirtless and showerless, tools in-hand.
Has anyone ever seen a commercial of a tool being offered, and the tool was being directed at female consumers in the video?! Of course not. Why? Because men build things. Whether it be tinker toys or snowmen, we build things.
But, aside from the usual things like woodwork, what on earth drives men to build things like the coffee-cup speaker that we felt so inclined to make? Fortunately, I have the answer. Being a broke college student. Simply rid your personal bank account of any and all savings and you'll be surprised at the wondrous things your brain can conjure up for you to spend time on!
So now we have this cool new coffee cup speaker!
What the heck do we do with it?
Make something, it will brighten your day.
Welp, this is my first post in over a year, but it's time to talk about the one thing that unites all men:
The Holocaust was a terrible time for not only the Jews in Germany, but for those in many different nations around the world.
So Quentin Tarantino freakin' redeemed them with a Nazi-killing group of pissed off Jews in his Inglourious Basterds.
Let me just highlight some... highlights:
1. If you don't like Brad Pitt, I don't care. He was phenomenal in this. Blending about three different crappy accents and utilizing the most sarcastic attitude possible, Lt. Aldo Raine quickly becomes the obvious protagonist of the movie along with his psychotic buddies who make up the infamous "Inglourious Basterds," obviously spelled completely wrong. His quotes are, by far, some of the funniest I have heard in recent movies. His sheer lack of focus on life in general is hysterical, and his antics are equivalent to a Jewish hillbilly with a chubby for killing "Gnat-zees," as he calls them.
2. Donny Donowitz, "The Bear Jew,"----ok, pause. The BEAR JEW. How hardcore is that?! unpause----is a mad man. He got the name because he literally beats Nazis' faces in with a baseball bat. A Louisville Slugger-style, all-American, wooden baseball bat. What Holocaust-surviving Jew DIDN'T want to do that?! I'll let you see the movie to experience the rest of this glory.
3. One of my favorite characters is Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz. His over-exaggerated ruthlessness is only matched by The Bear's. His manliness can be summed up in three words: fist, jaw, death.
Let me explain, in a quick scene, a flashback of sorts, that is displayed to express the madness of Stiglitz, he is seen leaning over what is assumed to be a Nazi general's bed, waking the man up by shoving his fist into his mouth, and pushing until it breaks the man's jaw, killing him. Homefry died by fist-suffocation. BAMF.
4. If you haven't seen the movie, don't read this. If you don't care to see the movie, read this. If you want to see the movie but don't care enough about spoilers to miss out on laughing hysterically, read on. Because I promise you, this is most ridiculous scene ever, and it's near the end. If you're one of the former, skip the next paragraph or so.
SPOILERS, MEANING THERE ARE SPOILERS, MEANING BE AWARE THAT THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS SPOILERS, MEANING IT WILL SPOIL STUFF, sorry, here it is:
So are you a fan of Hitler? Didn't think so. If you are a fan of Hitler, get off my blog. Anyways, the previously mentioned Bear Jew and another member of the oh-so-daring Basterds go out the honorable way:
BY MELTING HITLER'S FACE OFF WITH MACHINE GUNS. The complete disregard for history in this movie makes it about as awesome as the Basterds themselves. They are literally standing on a balcony in a movie theater where many of the top-ranking SS officers are, including Hitler and Goebbels, and proceed to just cap people off with automatics while the building is burning down with everyone inside.
SPOILERS DONE, MEANING THIS IS WHERE THE SPOILERS END, MEANING BE AWARE THAT THE FOLLOWING NO LONGER CONTAINS SPOILERS, MEANING IT WILL NOT SPOIL ANYTHING ELSE, MAYBE:
Back to the sheer lack of historical content in this movie---it was awesome. Basically Tarantino, whose films I usually dislike, totally ripped the floor out from under the Holocaust with this. From knife-carving swastikas into Nazis heads so that they would always be recognized as Nazis, to nonchalantly scalping them for sheer enjoyment, this movie was, in my opinion,
Ok, so maybe most people don't carry their animals in one, but you get the picture.
What the HECK is the point in this thing? What exactly can you put in there?! Most of the time people wear them at theme parks, where they already have pants with pockets on them. Hm... So, instead of using our pockets, let's give other people the impression we're stuck in the 80's and strap this stupid hagbag on our hips.
But really, especially if you already have pockets, maybe you could fit a toothbrush in this? I could think of 10 different ways you could avoid wearing this thing and get the job done. Because I promise you, the only person hurting from strapping this to your side is you, sweetcheeks.
And WHY do they call it a frickin' fanny pack?! Who, in the history of fanny pack-wearing, has worn this thing with it hanging over their butt?! It should be the pelvic pouch or crotch notch or something.
Please stop wearing fanny packs. Please?
Far from it. More like the most agitating thing on the planet.
A sneeze can be a multitude of things:
1. The most relieving thing ever.
2. The most annoying thing ever.
3. The most painful thing ever.
It's nice to sneeze when you're feeling like crap, or you just need a good sneeze. It can be pretty surreal thinking, "my body just got rid of germs for me, I feel happy inside."
It's not nice to sneeze when you're going in for a kiss, when you sneeze and cover your nose with your hand just before you shake a potential employer's hand, or when you keep doing it repeatedly.
It's also exceptionally fun to hear the "special" sneezers with their own sneezy jukebox noses. You know, the funny sounding sneezers. The squeakers, the grunters, the "ah-choo!"ers, etc.
My favorite is when I try to be cool like the nose-holders or the squeakers, and I try to hold it in or whatever. Then my ears explode and I can't hear for two days. Awesome.
None of these compare to the worst, most-common possible "sneezing scenario"--"SS" for short:
Have you ever had to sneeze and couldn't? I would rather fight a bear or defend a gazelle from a cheetah than deal with that. Talking to a friend earlier today brought me to the stunning realization that I absolutely hate this. It doesn't happen very often, but holy kanoli, when it does it is extremely agitating.
It ends with either a relieving sneeze at the worst of times, or a headache from focusing on trying to forcefully self-induce a nasal projectile.
Imagine yourself getting ready for a fun night out. You're all excited. Maybe you're going out with your friends to see this movie that you have been really pumped about seeing, or you've got a hot date.
Then you feel like you have to sneeze, and just before you do, one of your idiot friends says "pineapple" or something else absurdly random that makes you contemplate its sheer stupidity just long enough for you to lock up, unable to sneeze. Fabulous.
Shortly thereafter you begin attempting to force yourself to sneeze, to no avail.
You watch the movie, and just as the best scene of the movie happens, you freakin' sneeze. Thanks friend! Not to mention this is after missing the first 15 minutes of the movie by continuing to attempt to do the perfect stupid human trick--a self-induced sneeze.
Yes, sneezing is a good thing, or so I'm told. But good grief, it could be at more opportune moments.
Anyone remember this stud muffin to the left? I have to say, the Nintendo Entertainment System looked like it was ran through a wood chipper, found and pieced back together by some generic grandparents, all the while being painted the color of their 15-year old Cocker Spaniel with a hair pigmentation disease. That thing was ugly as sin, but good riddance was it fun. I don't know how many Saturdays were spent curbstomping goombas, but it was too many to count.
And what about this little piece of childhood? The big brother to the NES, the Super Nintendo Entertainment System was a beast. Dominating its 8-bit younger brother, this 16-bit bad boy could display characters that consisted of not one giant, single-colored pixel, but two or three!
Ok, it wasn't that bad, I actually prefer older systems because they focused more on story and such than graphics and shiny things. Again, I dominated some Mario and other games on this joker, too. Actually, it was Mario AND Yoshi (Super Mario World, anyone?). Amazing.
...Where have games gone??
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy modern games with substance that were made well (Halo, Street Fighter IV), but there are so many CRAP games out there! Developers spend tons of money on the latest graphics and such, but the end product turns out to be a poorly executed project with very little depth! I would much rather play some old school Final Fantasy than even touch half of the "RPGs" or "FPS" games that are supposedly "Next-Gen."
Next-Gen my butt! I'll stick to playing my painted-with-colors-that-were-inspired-by-grandpa NES!
And another thing, what the heck is the issue with innovation?! The Wii is a sweet idea, but there are ZERO games that are even the LEAST bit fun! If you're going to have a new idea, one thing is necessary for it to work...
MAKE SURE IT DOESN'T SUCK.
Nah, I like the Wii. It really is creative. But, seriously, better games please.
Contra III, one of SNES's glory games; this game is a treasure. It's a prime candidate for the lackluster graphics of some of the original SNES games, but good gravy mavy was it fun. Two little pixelated dudes with massive weapons that no human could possibly carry, that ran through the streets of alien-invaded earth, blowing up crap. THAT is a fun multiplayer shoot-em-up, bang-bang-your-dead game. I still play it.
Mario. What the freakin' heck happened to you? First you were running on some brick floors to get to a castle where a hot, ditsy blonde chick was kidnapped for who-knows-what (we can only imagine) by a giant inbred turtle, now you're planet hopping? Super Mario Galaxy is fun, but since when could Mario breathe in space? And are his jumps really THAT ridiculous that he could hop from planet to planet (with little to no gravity)? And Bowser now captures Peach with an ENTIRE FLEET OF AIRSHIPS AND A FRICKIN' UFO?!
Come on champ, you're my favorite mustache-wielding, crime-fighting Italian plumber, but stick to planet earth (if that's where Mushroom Kingdom is), and leave your little star buddies at home. You're a little old for them, aren't you, bud? You must be going on 50 now, and Peach still looks like she's barely legal, yet she has been getting kidnapped for years and looks exactly the same. Maybe Bowser just wants whatever fountain of youth she's drinking out of, ya know? Leave the poor guy alone, because the girl is obviously an idiot. It's time to give it up, she's helpless and doomed to have little spike-backed, demon turtle babies. After the third frickin' game that became pretty apparent.
Back on track, if you want to experience REAL games, whip out the oldest TV you can find and plug up an NES or SNES.
I don't know if you have experienced the glory of the Impossible Quiz yet, but if you haven't, grab a gun and take a seat in front of your computer. I promise you, Russian Roulette will look appetizing after playing this.
- Main Entry: 1bridge
- Pronunciation: \ˈbrij\
- Function: noun
- Etymology: Middle English brigge, from Old English brycg; akin to Old High German brucka bridge, Old Church Slavic brŭvŭno beam
- Date: before 12th century
1 a : a structure carrying a pathway or roadway over a depression or obstacle
Ah the wonders of being a kid and driving those wonderful remote -controlled ca-----wait, is that kid driving that while lying on the floor? WAIT, is that a SHELF? IS THAT CAR DRIVING ON THE WALL?!?!
Your eyes haven't deceived you. This piece of spoiled-child property is the new Air Hogs Zero Gravity Micro Car. It drives not only on the floors, but on the freakin' walls. O, and the ceilings. Did I mention it drives on the walls? Actually, it will drive on basically any flat surface. Joy.
Anyways, it's amazing. I would play with this thing right now, much less when I was eight. I remember being happy to get a beast of a remote-controlled car for Christmas that had some fat tires on it and went pretty fast. But what kid would be happy with that when they have cars that ride on the frickin' walls?!
Don't get me wrong, I'm all for new technology. I'm just pissed that I didn't have this as a child. I'm pretty sure the technology in this little car is better than that used to record the entire Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band album. It is controlled by the remote control via infrared light and it suctions itself to whatever it's on, assuming it's flat, with this little high-powered fan on it.
Oh, and it's only $30, and will last 10 MINUTES after a 30-minute charge.
That may not sound like a decent period of time, but my monster truck-esque beast of an R/C car that I received that one fateful Christmas, mentioned earlier, was like $200 if I remember correctly, and after like 8 years of charging, would run for a solid minute, outstanding. Just enough time to get it full speed at a blazing 8 mph or so and to crash it head-on into the nearest wall, ruining all hope of it ever looking as glorious as it did when it first came out of that cheap 90's box which us 90's Christmas attendees remember oh-so-well. Those wonderous days are gone forever.
Back on track, kids toys are ballin' nowadays. My niece and nephew (oldest in 6th grade) both have cell phones. Heck, I wouldn't even have anyone to call back then except the police to tell them my refrigerator was running and they needed to catch it.
BACK on track, I'm jealous. Very. Enjoy your wall-climbing pimp mobiles you little demons.
I'll stick to my silly puddy and the occasional slinky.