Monthly Archives: July 2012

Laundry Day

One downside of living in society is having to wear clothes all the time. So most people have a wardrobe. You can’t wear dirty clothes if you want people to accept you so you have to wash your shit every couple of weeks. Laundry day can be a chore and a hassle. Especially if you go to the Laundromat. You can either sit there and watch your clothes spin around for an hour or you can leave and hope that no one steals your shit. Neither option is very appealing.

The best thing about laundry day is that you can use it as an excuse, “I can’t do it that day, it’s my only day off and I need to do laundry.” It’s more practical that saying you have to go to the dentist and way more believable than claiming you have a bunch of errands to run.

Laundry day is a part of life, at least until you win the lotto and can afford a brand new outfit every day.

Critically Rated at 10/17

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Watching Movies on TV

Most people like movies. It’s pretty cool to sit on your ass and be transported to a different world and to live vicariously through the people on the screen. The best way to watch a movie is to go to the movie theater. Some people prefer watching a movie at home on Blu-ray/DVD or stream it from Netflix or Hulu. Some people rely on premium movie channels like HBO. HBO is ok because they don’t cut out anything or have commercials. For the most part, watching movies on TV is the worst way to go. You should avoid movies on basic cable channels. A movie’s pacing is important, and it gets destroyed with the constant commercial breaks. Movies need momentum, and each time Andy Dufresne does something uplifting and it cuts to some bitch pitching dog food you can’t care about the character as much. Sometimes they have to cut out violent scenes and vulgar dialog. They replace cool lines, no matter how essential to the movie it is. If John McClane doesn’t say “Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker,” then you aren’t watching Die Hard.

Critically Rated at 4/17

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Writer’s Block

Writer’s block is when a writer can’t write anything. Sometimes they don’t have anything interesting to write about, sometimes they just can’t communicate their thoughts in a coherent manner. Writer’s block sucks. I’m suffering from it right now and it’s a bitch to push your way from punctuation point to punctuation point, trying to fill up the empty spots on the page with something worth reading. It doesn’t always work, so sometimes you will just ramble on about nothing in particular. I’m struggling to write each sentence, even this one. This one too. But I’m slowly getting to a decent length. A few more lines and I will be satisfied. I just don’t know what to say, on account of the writer’s block. Did I mention that writer’s block sucks? Because it does.

Critically Rated at 2/17

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Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines

You can’t stop the end of the word from happening. Just ask John Connor. You also can’t stop a studio from making unnecessary sequels. Just ask anyone who saw this movie. Arnold Schwarzenegger is back for another installment, but James Cameron is missing. Linda Hamilton is missing. Edward Furlong is missing. It seems like a very empty class reunion with a bunch of imposters standing in for your friends.

T3 starts off with John Connor (played by Nick Stahl this time) recapping his life story. Judgment Day didn’t happen when they said it would happen, Sarah Connor is dead, and now he lives off-the-grid, doing construction work and dropping beer bottles off bridges.

Skynet sends back a T-X model terminator (Kristanna Loken) to track down John Connor’s future lieutenants because they can’t find John Connor. It pays to live off-the-grid. The human fighters send back another Terminator (Arnold Schwarzenegger) to protect the lieutenants and John. One of the lieutenants is Kate Brewster (Claire Danes), who works at an animal hospital. John crashes his motorcycle and breaks into the animal hospital for some animal medication, and he has a reunion with Kate. It turns out that John and Kate shared a kiss the day before the events of the second movie. John was just too busy running around avoiding death to mention that he got some loving the night before.

The T-X crashes the party and tries to kill them. But then the Terminator shows up and saves them. And then there’s a huge chase scene with driverless cop cars and fire trucks and a big ass cranemobile and utter destruction.

John and Kate plus the Terminator escape and go to visit Sarah Connor’s gravesite. But it’s not a gravesite. It’s a weapons cache. The cops show up and the T-X shows up and there’s a huge gun battle in the middle of the cemetery. Our trynamic trio escapes in a hearse. Its really impressive symbolism, staging an explosive firefight in a place associated with death is an affirmation of life (that’s meant to be sarcasm, not to be profound).

The Terminator spews out a bunch of facts he was withholding until now, because now it’s time to advance the plot. John and Kate get married in the future and they have a couple of kids. And John got killed in the future by the same Terminator that is protecting him now. Oh, and today is Judgment Day.

Kate’s dad is in the military, and he’s in charge of a bunch of computer programs and projects, one of which is Skynet. Skynet has already become self-aware and is now slowly taking over. John, Kate, and Arnie show up to warn him about Skynet but the T-X shows up and shoots him. He tells John and Kate to go to an old military base to stop the inevitable.

The Terminator gets corrupted by the T-X and almost kills John, but he doesn’t cause that would end the movie and any chance for a sequel. Instead he shuts himself down and lets John and Kate escape. They get to the military base and there’s one last robot fight before John and Kate realize that they are in a fallout shelter. Kate’s dad sent them there to save them from the nuclear attacks. Judgment Day was unavoidable after all.

It’s kind of weird that the third movie is all about Judgment Day and that was the name of the second movie. It’s like if they spent a bunch of time talking about the Empire striking back in Return of the Jedi. What’s really weird is that the first three movies in the franchise are built around an actor who doesn’t play the main character or even the same character. Terminator is about Sarah Connor. T2 is about John and Sarah Connor. T3 is about John Connor. Arnie doesn’t even play the same robot in all three. He plays the same model robot, but each one is a new character.

The movie makes a lot of references to the first two movies. There are a few inside jokes and recreated shots. But they also ignore a lot of the rules that the first movies established. Important rules too, like not being able to send back explosive weapons. The T-X has built-in blaster guns. She can also control machines and change her appearance. She is so technologically advanced she is magic.

This is not a bad movie. It’s just a bad idea to make another sequel without the majority of the cast from the earlier installments returning. And excluding key characters like Sarah Connor. Sarah Connor is the heart of the Terminator franchise. The general plot is good, but it’s missing the characters that you care about and the cast that you care about. You can’t make a Terminator movie without Arnold, but you can’t make one with just him either. And he looks old as fuck in this one.

Critically Rated at 11/17

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People Watching

People are fascinating. There are billions of us, scurrying around all over the place, each one of us doing our own thing. It’s fun to sit up on a balcony over a busy street and just watch the little puppets below acting out their lives oblivious to you watching them. You’ll see old ladies inching their way down the sidewalk. You’ll notice little brothers annoying their older sisters. You’ll observe homeless guys muttering to themselves. You’ll hear a douche on the phone saying the same thing over and over and over. You’ll spot the most awkward and opposite couple making out and laugh at the thought of them having sex. And you might feel bad for judging them but if you go people watching long enough, you can’t help but hate the human race. Or pity them.

Critically Rated at 10/17

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Getting a Shitty Song Stuck in Your Head

Pop songs are catchy. They are scientifically engineered to have a catchy hook that gets in your head and refuses to leave. It can drive you crazy. It’s not so bad when you have a song by the Beatles or the Beastie Boys stuck in your head, but getting a shitty song stuck in your head is the main cause of suicide. I don’t have the stats to back up that statement, but I feel like everyone should be aware of the dangers of being driven to death by meaningless lyrics set to three simple chords.

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Getting a shitty song stuck in your head is bad, but it gets worse. Singing that shitty song out loud is pretty terrible. Especially if you’re as tone-deaf as I am. It’s just as embarrassing to be singing Justin Bieber. Then you have to defend yourself and simultaneously explain how you knew that song in the first place, “I don’t even know who Justice Beaver is, I swear!”

Critically Rated at 5/17

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Peer Pressure

Back in the day, peer pressure was what got you to start drinking. Then you get a little bit older, and peer pressure is what keeps you drinking. You will be tired and beat from working earlier that day, but you’ll decide to go out a few drinks with a group. You don’t want to be the one who ducks out early or doesn’t keep up with everyone else. Each time you pay for a round and see your wad of cash disappearing, you want to be responsible and run away. But then someone will offer to buy you another round or chastise you for being a baby. So you stay, even though your liver and your brain are telling you to get the fuck out of there. Peer pressure is letting your drunk friend talk you into being as drunk as he is. Everyone is doing it, so you might as well too. Cheers.

Critically Rated at 8/17

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Your Team

If you are a fan of a team, you share in each victory and each loss. You are a part of the team. If they won, you won and we won. If they lost, you lost and we lost.  That’s why you wear jerseys when you go to the stadium. You are one with the players, you are one with the team.

When you wear your team colors, you are responsible for knowing what is happening with your team. If you’re wearing a Saints jersey, be prepared to talk about the Drew Brees contract. If you are wearing a Yankees hat and it’s game day, you better know who is pitching. You don’t wear a team’s colors for fashion: you wear it for pride. You wear it to show off your team’s winning record, you wear it to piss off your rivals, and you wear it to show faith when they are losing.

Your local team’s logo is like your family crest, you can’t always choose which one you ended up with, but you will represent it with all your heart and soul. Your team defines you, it shapes who you are. You can talk shit about your team, your fellow fans can talk shit about them, but no one else is allowed to say talk shit about them (at least not to your face). Your team is your team, not their team. Be proud.

Critically Rated at 15/17

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Spilling Beer on Yourself

I drink beer a lot. I consider myself to be pretty good at it. Sometimes I get all of it into my mouth. Sometimes I dribble on my shirt a little bit. Spilling beer on yourself is going to happen, you can’t avoid it. The more people that are present, the more likely you are to spill on yourself. You just have to wipe your mouth off and hope no one notices the wet spot on your shirt. It’s not embarrassing if everyone does it.

Critically Rated at 7/17

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Being a Regular

A lot of places use a system for remembering if you are a regular patron to that particular establishment. A lot of coffee shops, sandwich spots, and burger joints will use a janky card that you use to punch out a hole with each purchase and your tenth hole is a free meal. Fuck that. The only place worth being a regular is at a bar. If a bartender knows you and recognizes you (and knows that you tip), you will get your drinks faster and stronger and occasionally free. Being a regular means you are established, that they know you. When you go into a place and they ask if you want the usual, you feel special. You also feel like a drunken loser who goes to the same spot way too much, but it’s nice to feel welcomed. You feel like you’re in Cheers or at Moe’s Tavern.

Critically Rated at 12/17

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Paper Towels

Americans like to buy things just to throw them away. We love paper plate and plastic cutlery because throwing that shit away is easier than cleaning up. Take paper towels for example. They are handy for wiping up spills and cleaning around the house. They are like napkins and cleaning rags combined into one inferior product and they come on an elongated toilet paper roll. It’s the ultimate middle finger to the environment. None only am I going to chop down this tree, I’m going to make sure that the end product can only be used once before it’s tossed away. And we wonder how global warming became a problem. But I’m fucking lazy and a hypocrite and I have a few rolls of Bounty in the cabinet, so who am I to judge?

Critically Rated at 8/17

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Pelada (documentary)

There’s no denying that football/soccer is a global game. They play it almost every country on the map. There are numerous professional leagues and a little event called the World Cup where the best players in the world have their chance to represent their countries and compete for national pride. There are billions of fans and millions of players… and most of those players didn’t have what it takes to play professionally. The passion for the game doesn’t just go away and so they play any way that they can. Pelada is a documentary about pickup soccer games around the world.

The documentary follows Luke and Gwendolyn, two former college stars who didn’t quite make it professionally. Their whole life, their identity was soccer/football. And when you realize you can’t achieve your dreams you have to redefine yourself somehow. They embarked on a six month long trip across 25 countries, finding games and joining in. Football/soccer is a unifier and they meet people with interesting stories and finding out what the game means to them, how it defines them.

They meet a young Brazilian called Ronaldinha, nicknamed after her idol Ronaldinho because she has his talent. They meet a bunch of old timers who meet once a week to play games. Very old, decrepit, and slow-paced games, but games nonetheless. They go into the San Pedro Prison in Bolivia and play some intense 5 on 5 games with the inmates. The inmates are crazy good at soccer/football because that’s all they have to look forward to.

In Kenya, they go to a small village dirt lot known as Austin’s Field, named for a guy who lost his family and found solace in soccer. He is always at the field, maintaining it and organizing games for the children. On Saturdays he arranges a tournament and teams compete for a meager cash prize. The whole village comes out to watch and the sideline becomes a wall of bodies. Football is their escape from the drudgery of life.

They go to China and meet a group of players with a whole different style of soccer. They like to freestyle, putting more emphasis of tricks involving juggling and fancy footwork. It’s like breakdancing with a soccer ball. They also play small 2v2 games, usually in public parks with lots of passersby. Their goal is to spread awareness of street soccer and freestyling. I noticed that in most countries, the players were all really passionate and would get angry and get frustrated. The Chinese players were also passionate, but the only emotion they showed was pure joy. They found happiness in the game that sets them free. Most players they showed around the world were poor and soccer was their escape. In China, the main player AK gave up his high paying and stressful job to kick a ball in the street. Soccer is his sanctuary.

Luke and Gwendolyn also go to Jerusalem, home of three major religions and a shit ton of tension. And they play soccer with each other. They are never on the same team, they play against each other. But they are playing on the same field and that is worth something. They openly say that they hate each other, but if they still kick a ball around instead of fighting with fists or bullets.

They go to Tehran, Iran where women are second-class citizens and the government forbids women from playing with men. Luke and Gwendolyn jump into a pickup game and someone reported them to the government. Gwendolyn finds a few women who play. They have a quick game, playing in hijabs and looking uncomfortable. Luckily the government doesn’t confiscate their video and this documentary is the result.

Soccer/football is the world’s sport for a reason. This movie takes you all over and shows you why. I just wish that Luke and Gwendolyn wouldn’t spend all their time bitching about how they didn’t make it. They try to make the movie about themselves, when it should be about soccer. If you say your movie is about pickup soccer games around the world, keep it about pickup soccer games. No one wants to see a glorified home movie about 2 white Americans travelling the world.

This is a good documentary overall, especially when it’s about soccer games and not a couple with failed dreams. It’s worth seeing and I watched it for free on Hulu, so if you have an hour and half to kill, this is a decent way to spend it.

Critically Rated at 13/17

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Taking Your Shoes Off at the End of the Day

You spend most of your day with your feet confined in socks and stuffed into a shoe. Your feet are trapped and constricted the whole time you’re getting ready for work, going to work, working, coming home from work, and doing whatever it is that you have to do like errands, or meeting friends or family and hanging out. Taking your shoes off at the end of the day feels fantastic. It’s like a reward to yourself for all the hard work you did that day. You earned it. You untie one shoe and take it off and wiggle your toes and ball your feet. You untie the other shoe and take it off and ball your feet and wiggle your toes. You peel off your sweaty socks and massage your feet and discreetly dispose the toe jam. Your feet are free and so are you.

Critically Rated at 15/17

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Your Second Wind

Humans are fragile creatures. That’s why our minds get tired and our body needs sleep. So if you worked all day and have to party that night, you’re going to be a walking zombie at some point. Your head will droop and your eyes will feel heavy, and you want nothing more than to crash in your bed or anywhere you can.

Fight the urge to sleep and grab a drink and power through that shit. If you feel tired long enough, you will start to not feel tired. This magical feeling is known as your second wind. Sometimes you can extend the term to cover drinking. If you are on the verge of puking but manage to keep it down, you will feel better soon and get your second wind. You might still be drunk, but at least your mouth doesn’t taste like vomit and you can still hit on girls.

The coolest things happen when you are sleeping, so you have to avoid it as much as possible. Naps are for cats. Waiting for your second wind is the way to go.

Critically Rated at 14/17

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Finding a Nug on the Floor

Finding money is cool, but finding weed on the floor is even better. You can ignore the five-second rule if weed is involved. The fire will kill the germs. Germs hate fire. It’s science. Finding a nug on the floor is awesome. It’s like a present from your stoney past. You just have to check it for hair. Burning hair is bad enough, but smoking hair will kill you. It’s science.

Critically Rated at 14/17

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Waiting for Friends to Come to the Bar

People like to drink things (like beer and liquor). People like to celebrate things (like birthdays and promotions). It only makes sense that people sometimes chose to celebrate things by getting drunk. Having a party at a bar is a lot easier than having to get enough food and drinks for all your friends and you don’t have to clean up after. Someone will say that everyone’s meeting at the bar at 10:30, and you decide you will get there half an hour later so you wont be the first one there.

But the universe knows that you were thinking that, so when you show up half and hour late, you are still there before everyone else. Waiting for friends to come to the bar is an art. You have to grab a drink, because you can’t be empty-handed when people do show up. You sip it slowly and whip out your phone to pass the time. You’ll text a few friends and tell them to hurry up. You just hope that nobody is watching you, wondering about the quiet guy in the corner who is obviously alone on a Saturday night.

Time flies when you’re having fun, but it comes to a standstill when you’re waiting for friends to come to the bar. You’ll glance at the time, look around the room, answer a text, have a sip or two of your drink, and glance at the time again and it’s still the same time. So you take another sip, read a coaster, pretend to be watching the game on TV, and look at the time again and it’s still the same time.

The only good thing about waiting for people to show up is that you have access to lots and lots of booze. Maybe waiting at the bar isn’t so bad after all.

Critically Rated at 8/17

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Losing a Filling

I have a sweet tooth; I eat more candy than a five-year-old on Halloween. I have a few cavities to prove it. The other day my friend gave me gumball. I didn’t really want it, but it’s bad for the economy to not accept free things. So I took it and chewed it for about fifteen seconds before I realized it shouldn’t be crunchy. That stupid gumball ripped out my filling. Losing a filling sucks. Even as I type this, my tongue keeps exploring the gaping hole in my molar. The worst part is that I can’t eat candy until I get a new filling. Then I will celebrate with some Skittles. I think I’ll avoid the gumballs from now on.

Critically Rated at 4/17

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