December 16, 2005

Here's a question that has been plaguing me for a very long time, and I honestly don't think I'll ever really come to a solid conclusion on the subject, but I figured I'd just throw this out there:

Why is it so wrong to not want to go out to the bar on a friday or saturday night, or not want to have people in partying in your living room untill 6 in the morning?

Did I miss the memo or something? Is this something that I'm required to do? 'Cause if I'm supposed to go to the bar on friday and saturday, then why is it open every other day of the week?
It just doesn't make sense to me. And since when does 'buying me a drink' make everything better. It's a nice gesture, trying to get me wanting to party and have a good time and all, but it's not the solution to everything. Sometimes you just don't want to go out and all you want to do is sit at home and read, or watch t.v., or maybe play some video games. But apparenlty society has decided that that has been deemed uncool, and one should not commit such hanious acts, under penalaty of catapult.

I'm just sick of a calendar dictating what I'm supposed to do on my weekends. But I guess I've got to do it, otherwise I'm a jamout a loser or a nerd.

Youngblood

December 11, 2005

Afterlives

So I was thinking about this today: evaporation is like reincarnation for snow.

Think of snowflakes like people, because as they say there are no two snowflakes that are alike, just like people. Everyone’s different. So the snow comes down to earth and hangs out for a while. Eventually it gets warm and eventually melts. Some sooner than others and those ones that stick around for the longest get to live a good long life. In the end they all melt, and what do they melt into: that’s right, water! So they exist in this limbo in the form of water. Lets call it their afterlife. Now, some of the snow melts and gets drained into dirty ass puddles of gross brown water. The way I see it this is probably the hell of snow. Then there’s that snow that melts into lakes and rivers. I figure that this is the more pleasant afterlife for snow (be it heaven, nirvana, whatever).

But what’s after that you ask? Well, after sitting in the afterlife, the melted snow (now water) probably becomes bored and wants to go back down to earth. So that’s where evaporation takes place. The water is evaporated and eventually comes back down in one form or another. Now, here’s where things get tricky and the snow/water have some decisions to make. Do they want to come back as snow or rain, and can they time it right so they come back as their desired force of nature? Because it must suck wanting to have a nice soft ride down as a snowflake, as compared to being hurled to the earth as a raindrop, and not getting it. However, there are probably those who are interested in that kind of thing, and get kicks from it. Extremists, if you will. So, it’s all just a matter of timing really. They have to get in line and wait for their turn to come back down, and depending on the season and in what part of the world they’re in, they may not come down in the form that they want to be, by the time they get to the front of the line.

Whatever the outcome, they eventually get to come back down and start a new life. When you really think about it, they have an opportunity that most of us may never have: to start fresh with a clean slate. I know that I’d want to have that chance, should I need it. Wouldn’t you?

Youngblood

December 09, 2005

LOKI...God of saving our sanity (at least I think he tried to)

You know what I’d like to see more of? Country singers coming out of the hood. Like a famous country band coming from Compton, using banjos and fiddles, and singing about bitches and hoes. Or vice versa. How about a rapper who raps about his old Chevy breaking down on him?

I guess that probably wouldn’t be that good, and that’s probably the reason why it hasn’t happened yet. I’m just saying it cause I’m sick of 50 Cent and all those other rappers, who to me all sound the same. Like I’m not saying that all of them sound the same because I can tell the difference between most of them (I’m not that ignorant), but recently I can’t tell the difference between a lot of them. However, that’s the same with a lot of new “rock” bands (notice the quotes). I guess what I’m trying to say is that I just want 50 Cent to go away. The guy got shot 9 times in the face. “Oh wow he got shot 9 times and is still around. He’s so real and authentic and from the street”. I personally don’t care if he’s from the street or not, cause the fact of the matter is, he isn’t anymore and probably would rather smash his own nuts with a rock before going back there to prove that he’s still “real” and “authentic”. And I also think that getting shot 9 times in the face is a sign from God…I don’t care which one, just pick…ummmm…Thor…no Loki, that sounds much more suitable…I think it’s a sign from Loki to STAY THE FUCK DOWN! Damn American medical system! It can’t save the life of some sick child or help a pregnant mother, but it takes time out of its schedule to save the life of this fucking shmuck! Fuck that! Now don’t get me wrong, doctors should do everything they can to save a life, but maybe they should have taken the amount of lead in his face into account and figured it was an act of God….or Loki for that matter. Just you watch, he’ll be gone soon enough, and it won’t be the result of some gang/rap war. Odin’s going to show his son how it’s done and finish the job that Loki started. After all he is a God of death.

Youngblood

November 30, 2005

Online Silent Auction

Usually while I'm aimlessly walking around the university, I look at the bulletin boards and see what bands are playing, what faculty is having a party the upcoming weekend, and who's trying to sell whatever kind of piece of crap they don't want anymore to some poor shmuk, and just keep walking and not think about them ever again. However today was different. Today I saw a sign. A sign that I think has changed my life. It opened up my eyes (I saw the sign). This amazing, life changing sign said....."Online Silent Auction".

After looking at it for a few seconds I started imagining myself kicking the maker of that sign in the ass. Of course it's going to be silent. IT'S ONLINE!!!...stupid...I guess that there could be some people out there that yell at eBay, but my friends, those people...need lives. I honestly thought that was one of the most foolish things I had ever seen. Online silent auction...what the hell does that even mean...is it in a chat room and you're not supposed to talk to other people or tell people what you're bidding on...or has some genius created a virtual world where you walk around from table to table looking at items and bidding on what you want...ya that guys awesome, he's like the next Bill 'fucking' Gates....ok that was uncalled for...I apologize...I never should have said Bill Gates...I realize that it make a lot of you shudder just looking at that name nevermind actually saying it......BILL GATES!! heh heh heh

Were was I oh yeah...Online silent auction....uh what a dummy...uh yeah...huh...what's that...(footsteps running away)..................

Youngblood

November 21, 2005

Youngblood at the Movies

So this weekend I went to see the new, non-Pixar, Disney Animated film, Chicken Little. This particular movie has gotten some pretty bad press lately, and I don’t know why. The critics looked at it from a film standpoint. They said that it wasn’t a “good” movie. So critically it was torn to shit. Honestly though, it did really lack in the story department. Not a whole lot there. Also, instead of Disney making musicals that had Oscar worthy songs performed in it, Chicken Little just had a bunch of montages using popular songs. So it did have its negative points as far as the making of the film goes.

However, what’s best about Chicken Little doesn’t lie in its technical aspects. The film does the job that it sets out to do: it entertains the audience that it’s geared towards. In this case little kids, and hell even I was entertained by it. It was a fun movie. A perfect piece of proof comes from what I witnessed in the theater while watching it. There was a little girl sitting in the row in front of us, probably 4 or 5 years old, and she was having a blast watching it. I don’t remember the last time I heard a kid laugh that much. Also, at one point in the movie Chicken Little's dad is disapointed in him, followed by the obligatory, sad walking away scene. At this point in the whoel theater was silent (all 10 of us), and the little girl in front of us looked up at her mom and said, in the cutest voice ever, "Mommy. I love you". I think the whole theater got a little chocked up when the heard that. Thus, once again proving that it doesn’t matter what Ebert and Roeper or some other numb nuts thinks, what matters is what the audience takes away from the experience and how the film affects them. Just because some critic doesn’t like a movie doesn’t mean that it has to be shit to everyone else.

So I’m giving Chicken Little 3 ¾ * out of 5.

Youngblood

November 17, 2005

Why all the hostility?

OK, here's what I don't get: Why all the hostility towards Aquaman?

He's played just an important role in the DC Universe as anyone has. Hell, he was one of the first members of the Justice League! Ya he never was the crimesolver that Batman is, or never had all the powers of Superman, but I'd like to see either of them hold a conversation with a great white shark. Not gonna happen. Everyone's got this mean hate for Aquaman that I don't understand. He's always getting shit on for not having good powers, but like I said before: conversation witha shark. Plus I'd like to see any of the other Justice League swim as fast as him. At least he has some special power. Half the characters in comics are just guys in tights. Like, who the fuck is Booster Gold and why the fuck should I care about him? I'll tell you who he is: he's dude that gets his powers from a suit, and when that suit is wrecked he's finished. Not even good enough to give him his own title.

Personally I prefer Aquaman over Namor, the Sub-Mariner. Namor's just some dude in his gotch with anger issues. At least Aquaman has the decency to put on a pair of pants. And Namor can't even talk to the fish and other aquatic life. And when Aquaman grew his hair out, he was bad ass. Then he got his hand bit off by the shark and got that harpoon put on his arm, and he was even more bad ass. He looked threatening. Just imagine some angry Metal Head, with a big fucking harpoon shooting out of his arm. Now that's alot more threatening than some dude in his fuckin gotch who's kinda pissed off cause he hasn't been in the water for awhile. NAMOR SUCKS!! Just like most of Marvel Comics these days.

Marvels Characters have just become really uninteresting as far as I see it. And House of M was supposed to be this big event in Marvel, just to be overshadowed by Infinete Crisis of at DC. HA!! MARVEL YOU SUCK!!!!

...where was I?...of ya...Aquaman...Now I realize that alot of people think that Aquaman is useless, but what if there's an emergency under the water. Does Batman have a submarine too, that he's going to pull out of his ass at the last minute? No. The Flash might be able to run really fast but does that mean he can breath under water? No. Can Wonder Woman have a conference call with a shark and a school of fish? Don't think so. So Aquaman pulls his weight just as much as everyone else does. So to everyone who's still hating on Aquaman after this, you can all bugger off. Hell even Superman's died once; there's been two Flashes, and ther's a back up just in case this one bites the bullet; and two of the four Robins have been killed(one might be back from the dead some how but never the less). Aquaman hasen't died ever...so I guess that means that it'll happen soon enough...knowing how comics work...damn it!

Yougnblood

November 16, 2005

Music, music, and more music

Every week on the Regina Community Radio Station, there is a show called Line of Flight aired. The show, hosted By Charity Marsh (my MU 320 professor) is a collaborative project between the U of R Department of Fine Arts and 91.3 FM. Each week she brings in students from her Arts and Everyday Life or Popular Music classes. During the October 27 show, the topic of ethnicity and race was discussed. In the discussion, one of the aspects of race that was brought up was the idea of cover songs, specifically between black artists who wrote them and white artist who covered them during the early days of rock ‘n roll.

First lets get one thing out of the way. When I refer to “black” artists, I am simply referring to certain styles of music that have been placed with said label over the years. There are certain characteristics to “black” music as well as “white” music. For example: black artists usually display more improvisation within their music. Hip-hop is an excellent example. On the other hand, white artists usually display more polished and, for lack of a better word, clean music. A perfect example is Big Mama Thornton’s version of Hound Dog and Elvis Presley’s version of the song. Listen to them and compare. You’ll know what I’m talking about. Eminem, although a Caucasian person, is considered a black artist. It has nothing to do with actual ethnicity, but more about style. Just thought I’d get that out of the way.

Now, on to what I actually want to talk about:

It is fact that many white artists in the early days of rock ‘n roll did take black artists music, covered it, and made did not give any royalties to the original writers of the songs, all the while making their own profit from them. Many of these white artists had been widely criticized for these actions. But there are still many people who think Elvis was a great songwriter because of Hound Dog (not to reuse examples or anything, it was just easier).

However, since the advent of sampling, black artists had been taking white artists music and turning them into their own, using pieces of songs. The fact that this technique has been so widely praised is quite ironic, considering that they are doing basically the same thing that white artists did years ago, just on a smaller scale. However, now they are not being chastised for stealing music, but praised for creating a new technique for making music. One could almost say that history is repeating itself, but what is also interesting is that copyright laws are coming down on many of these artists who are doing the sampling. White artists who don’t want their music sampled are taking the black artist to court over copyright infringement. White artists are doing what black artists should have done originally, but couldn’t.

While it may sound like I am supporting sampling whole-heartedly, I don’t actually. Granted, I do like a lot of songs that use samples from other popular songs, I just don’t like the fact that many of these rappers are taking songs that I love and sampling them, turning them into something I dislike. Not that I'm saying they're all bad, but some really can kill a song for me ( as I 'm sure it was back in the day when all those white artists were taking songs from the black artists ) I really don’t like the song where the guy (I think it was Lil John) used Ozzy’s Crazy Train on his song. I realize that Ozzy probably would have had to give him permission for it, but I still don’t like it. Maybe I should be blaming Ozzy, but I won’t do that. I’m just that ignorant.

So through music we see history…well…almost repeating itself, for if it weren’t not for all the greedy white people, or artists if you will. Bunch of fuckin’ greedy crackers.

Youngblood

October 18, 2005

Youngblood at the Movies

This weekend I went to see Tim Burton's new animated film Corpse Bride. I've always been a fan of Tim Burton's animation. Well actually, I'm just a big Tim Burton fan in general. Once again he did not disappoint.

The thing that's great about Tim Burton's Animation is that he does it in an old school, stop motion way. Coming from experience I know how much of a pain in the ass animation in general can be, nevermind stop motion (don't even get me started on that). However, Tim does it so incredibly. Everything is so smooth and looks so good. If
Corpse Bride was recreated using computer imaging and 3D models, it just wouldn't be the same or look as good. Granted, animators today can create incredibly realistic looking worlds and scenery, the sets on Corpse Bride are real. If a character is sitting in a wooden chair, it's actually made out of wood, and you can see the real texture of it, not some computer generated texture. Although the computer generated texture may look good, the fact that the wooden one is real, and that a person could actually touch it, adds a sense of realism to the film.

Another great thing about Tim's style of animation is that he always has so much going on in his shots. He seems to not be a big fan of the K.I.S.S. (keep it simple stupid) principle. The fact is though, he's good enough at what he does that he doesn't have to keep it simple. Sure, there are places where he does (like if a woman's dress covers her feet, he just makes them hop along rather than make feet move), but there are so many places that he does things just to say, "Hey look what I can do!" Some might say that he shouldn't brag like that, but he's earned it. He's just that good.

However, even with all these good things, Corpse Bride does have its negative points. For one, I felt that it was too short. The running time on it is 1 hour and 16 minutes. To me that seems to be a bit short, but it is also directed towards kids as well as adults, so it can't be too long for the wee ones with no attention span. Also...um...well, that's about all that bothered me. I really don't have anything to complain about. Um...it wasn't as dark as I thought it would be, but like I said before, it's also directed towards kids so it can't be too dark.

So, in the end I give Tim Burton's Corpse Bride 4 our of 5 *'s.

Youngblood

October 06, 2005

Let me die for Rock 'n Roll

Some people, I’m not going to name names or anything, but some people have had the nerve to say that rock is dead. So, I’m going to make one thing clear: Rock is not dead, granted it did just get off dialysis, but it is getting a new kidney soon and maybe a new, much needed liver if it plays its cards right and forks over enough cash.

Rock isn’t dead. It’s just evolved. Just like any other genre it evolves. The Beatles were an amazing band, and we listen to them today and think, “why can’t there be bands like that today?” Well, I’ll tell you why: Because times change.

While I do agree that rock is taking a dive, there are still good things about it. We have the White Stripes, the Foo Fighters, Weezer, and Green Day, just to name a few. And all the old guys are still kicking around. McCartney’s still given’ ‘er, so are the Stones, and Clapton’s still putting out stuff.

Rock is hardly dead, it’s pretty sick, but Rock is a fighter and will hold on. Saying that Rock is dead is like saying that the comedy genre of film is dead because now they aren’t like what Chaplin made. The way is see it will come back and it will be glorious. We just have to wait it out a little longer.

Youngblood

September 25, 2005

Youngblood at the Movies

So I just watched The 40-Year-Old-Virgin. I don’t even know where to start with this one. I can’t remember many moments when I wasn’t laughing during this movie. Steve Carell was hilarious as Andy, the title character. He didn’t do it all alone though, he had the help of Paul Rudd, Seth Rogan, and Romany Malco; Andy’s friends who, after finding out he’s a 40 Year Old Virgin, embark an a mission to get their friend laid. In their quest though they all learn something about themselves that isn’t really important to the plot and doesn’t even come close to being sappy anywhere, just hilarious.

The cast is kind of like an offshoot of the Frat Pack (Vaughn, the Wilson’s, Stiller, Ferell if you didn’t read the Episode III comments). Those guys have made some of my favorite movies, and pretty much everyone in Anchorman, is in The 40-Year-Old Virgin. So here’s to hoping that another Frat Pack springs up out of this movie.

The writing on this movie was great. However, all the great lines were just as good as the physical comedy in the movie. The fact that Steve Carell actually had all that hair waxed off his chest (you can see it in the trailers if you haven’t seen the movie already) and that all his reactions are real, is pretty cool I think.

There really isn’t much I can say here to do the film justice. Just see it, and see what I mean. I realize that may seem like a cheap excuse to get out of talking about a movie...but I really don't know what I could say that would express my feelings enough. So, I’m giving it 4 juice boxes out of 5. (Sorry I don’t have a symbol for a juice box…I’m working on it)

Youngblood

Ok here's my little bit of non-opinion, me just talking, brew ha ha.

Check out Strike Force's website when you get the chance. My cousin Jeff is the lead singer of the band and they just all around kick ass. While your there check you Derek's column in the Features section. It's some good stuff, an hey why don't you order a copy of their CD or at least check out the few free songs they have.

I made an addition on the left. Just a little recommendation of some tune-age. Also If you haven't seen them, I have a poll going on down on the right and my little "Did You Know Box?..."

Also...you may have noticed by know that this post is just an attempt to make it look like I'm posting...which I'm trying to do. Fear not I do have another YOUNGBLOOD AT THE MOVIES coming along and it'll be up in the next few days.

Youngblood

September 20, 2005

Youngblood at the Movies

So I finally saw the last of the Star Wars prequels. If you have read my review of Episode II, you would know that I’m not too horribly fond of these prequels especially Attack of the Clones. There really wasn’t much good I could say about it. However, I did enjoy this installment quite a bit. Hayden Christensen is still a shitty actor, and that can’t be overlooked, but overall it’s a good movie. It ties the trilogies together, and although the story seems rushed, it does the job of telling the story that so many wanted to know. We all knew how it would end; we just wanted to know how that ending came to be.

Once again all the lightsaber battles are there. Obi-Wan, Anikin, and Mace Windu once again have their moments to shine. This time, however, I didn’t hate Yoda’s fighting. I don’t know what it was, but I did like it more. Maybe it was because Yoda looked better, or maybe that it was set up differently and didn’t stand out in the film as much as it did in Episode II. Whatever the case may be, I did like it a lot more.

I also did enjoy seeing how it all played out and how everything connected. I got my answer to why C-3PO didn’t know Obi-Wan and why R2-D2 did (and it was quite simple really. Although it didn’t make much sense, it was an easy answer never the less). I liked seeing Chewbacca, it kind of explains why he never said anything about Han Solo’s remarks about the Force. Also, the lava planet was there just as expected. It was said in the Expanded Star Wars Universe a long time ago, that it was there that Obi-Wan and Anikin had their battle there, and I’m glad that they never changed it.

Overall it was a good movie. It was far superior to the preceding episodes (and much more violent I must add). It seems like George Lucas just had to get the crap out of his system in the first two movies and then he could make a quality film. I’m giving Star Wars – Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, 3 ½ out of 5.

September 10, 2005

Something a little different

Hi there people...Almighty God here. Youngblood asked Me to do a post in return for a favour he did me (don't ask what it was, just know that it involved a flock of geese, a glue gun, some rocks, and a platypus). I wasn't quite sure what I would say when he asked me to do this post, so figured I'd just speak My mind about a few things.

Ummm...Sorry about the whole New Orleans thing. Uh yeah...My son was playing with some switches and dials and...uh...yeah...just...sorry...won't happen again. I promise.

Uh...ok on to something else...let's see...what's really been grinding My gears lately?...Oh yeah...Umm...frankly between you and Me...I don't bless America. I don't know where these guys get off telling Me what to bless. Honestly, I can't actually bless anything. It was just something I made up one day. I don't actually know what the word means. Do you? Didn't think so.

One thing I've been meaning to get off My chest is how pissed I am at Myself for not making more hours in the day. I really should have seen that one coming. Like, I might be omnipotent, but I still like to try to live a normal life. Between work and going to the club, I just have no time for Myself. Like, I'm pretty busy at work and I'm dedicated to My work too, but a girl's got to have some fun. Know what I mean? I think you do.

Another thing...All of you who keep asking Me for shit, just be patient. I might be omnipotent, but there's still a lot of you asking Me for stuff everyday. Not everyone can win the lottery all the time you know . Hasn't anyone seen that Jim Carrey movie where he's got My power. Oh you haven't? Well see it and then you might start knowing what a day at the office is for Me. Everyone wonders way there's still drought and famine in the world, and I'll tell you why that is. Think of it this way: if you're working in a restaurant and orders keep piling up, and the manager keeps telling you that the one you just got is more important than the ones preceding it, and he wants you to cook that one first and so on and so forth, then orders start piling up more and more. Then the one you started with never gets cooked. That's how it is with me. If you'd all stop asking Me for pety shit everyday and wait until you need to ask for something important, maybe I'd be able to help you out with some of the other major problems like drought, and famine, and all the rest.

...sorry I got a little carried away there....but seriously though, start figuring some things out on your own. It's like in elementary school when you're constantly asking the teacher for help. What do they tell you? "Figure it out on your own." If you genuinely need help then sure come on down! But if you need money just to buy that new Lexus, you're moving to the bottom of the fucking totem pole.

Well I think that should be about enough to keep Mr. Youngblood happy. Even if he isn't though, what's he going to do. I'M FUCKING GOD!!!!

Almighty God



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Youngblood hopes he didn't offend anyone with this bogus God post. We all know God's a man.
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September 07, 2005

Another post about comix

As some of you faithful readers may be aware, I love comic books! I love ‘em to death. I’m not afraid to admit it. Yes, it may be nerdy, but isn’t that kind of what I am?

I‘ve always maintained that the X-Men books are my favorite comics, but lately that train of thought has kind of been in decline. There are still some storylines that I love, like Phoenix Endsong and The Onslaught Saga, but with too many characters, and storylines that are too convoluted, I’m just kind of getting tired of it. Also Marvel Comics all together is just starting to piss me off. So I’m looking in other directions. The new Green Lantern is good, and I picked up Batman: Year One, which I think is great. However, the one storyline that I’ve always held as being my favorite is, The Death and Return of Superman.

A lot of people, myself included, have a strong dislike towards the fact that Superman is too perfect. Look at other superheroes and you’ll see that most have only one or two or maybe even three powers. Superman has the most of anyone. Lets run down the list: flight, super-strength, super-speed, heat vision, super-hearing, x-ray vision, and ice-cold breath. That’s just a little too much. On top of all these powers he can only be hurt by kryptonite.

There’s a few reasons why I liked this storyline so much:

1)It put Superman in his place. When he came back he knew that something could actually hurt him rather than a piece of green rock, and it made him not think he was a super as he once thought he was. Everyone has to be knocked off of their pedestal every once in a while.

2)Superman’s death and eventual resurrection are like a metaphor, that if you get knocked down you have to pick yourself back up and keep going. Everyone gets knocked down but you have to get back up and learn from what happened.

3)I think my favorite thing about the storyline is the way it depicted the heroes of the DC Universe. It shows that there are human beings under those tights that they wear. They have all come together to remember a man whom they all admire and respect. It takes the “super” out of these super beings, and replaces it with “human”. It made the reader more aware of what the characters were like under the tights. For example: While all of the Heroes are gathered talking about Superman, Robin thinks to himself “I liked him too, but I’m afraid that if say anything in front of these guys I’ll sound like an idiot!” It is a reasonable thing for Robin to be have this fear, considering he is only about 16 years old and he’s standing around with all these people who have years on him. It’s possible for any 16 year old to have that fear.

4)It was all perfectly executed. At the end of Funeral for a Friend #8 it seemed as if it was over, or could have been over. All the loose ends were tied up, and at the end instead of telling the reader what to expect in the next few issues, all it said was “We have no information on this issue at this time”. Doing this created an even greater mystery as to what was about to happen next. That way, when all the new heroes showed up, claiming to be the real Superman, it left the reader wondering which one was, in fact, the real one.

So, these are the reasons I love The Death and Return of Superman. I encourage anyone who’s interested in checking out what it’s all about, do a google search on it or check out some of the paperbacks that have the whole story in it (don’t try and find all the issues, I wish I would have just bought the paperbacks…would have saved me time and money, and I still don’t even have it all). The paperbacks are call The Death of Superman, A world Without Superman, and The Return of Superman. Happy reading!

Youngblood

September 05, 2005

The New NHL

So the NHL will be back in session come this fall, and I must say I looking forward to it quite a bit. Although these new rule changes and crazy roster changes will be a bit much, and will take some getting used to, it’ll still be good. The best part of all these roster changes is that now there won’t be the big 4 teams anymore (Detroit, Colarado, Dallas, New Jersey). The whole league has been turned upside down(face) and dammit that’s a good thing.

Even though the players have taken a pay cut people will still be complaining that they make too much money. The thing that bothers me is that you always hear about how athletes get paid too much, but not nearly as much as you hear about, say…actors. Yeah, sure some NHL players used to be getting paid $10 million dollars a season, but then you have some actors getting paid $20 million a movie that doesn’t take as long to shoot as a full season of hockey take to play. It seems though that the only people that complain about how much athletes get paid are the people who aren’t fans of the sport. I guess it’s the same as people complaining about an actor’s salary after watching a crappy movie. I must admit though I do fall into that way of thinking as well. I tend to go off on rants about baseball players salaries and how they are absurd, and I suppose it is because I don’t like the sport. (But really, who wants to watch a sport where a bunch of guys stand around for 11 hours)

Now the new rules I’m kind of edgy about. It is good that they made goalies pads smaller by an inch, but there should be no-touch icing. Any player who is asked if they are in favor of it says yes. That one particular rule will save more broken bones than any other. And what’s this deal with no more ties? Shootouts? Come on! I guess it may make players play harder, but a shoot out can change a whole game and make the three periods spent on the ice pointless. That’s like after three rounds in a boxing match, making each boxer giving up a free shot.

So to all who still complain about NHL player’s salaries I say: screw you. And to all who are as excited as I to see the hockey again I say: game on!

Youngblood

August 25, 2005

Summer learning experience

Now that I’m done work for the summer, I can reflect on what I learnt and what kind of experience I’ve gained over the past few months working for the Town of Kamsack.

  • If you have to be picking rocks don’t use a garbage bag even though you know it’s going to break but think you’ll work fast enough that you’ll be able to use it. Oh yeah, another thing…if you’re going to fill you’re pockets with them don’t overfill them…your pants tend to fall down…trust me
  • If you step on the first step of a staircase and it breaks, the next few might not, but chances are it might break a few higher up…watch your step
  • It is possible to get a half-ton truck, carrying 300 gallons of water, off the ground and not wreck the truck. All you have to do is find the right incline and hit it at the right speed
  • No matter how absurd the task your boss gives you (watering plants in the rain, picking litter at the dump), just do the job and while you’re doing it make fun of it and tell the story of how dumb your job is…it makes the time fly and the pain of doing such foolish work go away
  • It always stops raining after you’ve driven as fast as you can on a lawn mower to get out of the rain
  • If your running to your truck to get out of the rain, and you have your headphones on and can’t hear anything else, make sure a poodle isn’t chasing you…because even though you know you’re not running from it, other people don’t and you look dumb

So those are some of the things I learnt this summer. What can I say, it feels like I’ve been in a cartoon. I’m still waiting for a flower pot to fall on my head and for my van to crumble so much that all I’m left with is my steering wheel as I skid down the highway on my seat.

Youngblood

August 21, 2005

A sure thing

There are a lot of “old sayings” that get tossed around in today’s world. Sayings such as, “don’t cry over spilled milk”, “when the going gets tough, the tough get going”, and “get a life, loser!” However, there is one that has been kind of getting to me lately and that is “there are no sure things in life”. To that statement I say: bullshit! There are sure things in life. Well, actually, the way I see it there is only one. The way I see things, the only sure thing in life is shit. Now, I know what your thinking: “he’s lost it again”. I must remind you though that I never really had it in the first place (but I am looking for it), hence the name of the blog you’re currently reading.

Whether it’s actual shit or bullshit, it’s the only actual sure thing. Yes, I realize that there are people that can’t take a crap, but even if you’re constipated and can’t take a dump, that’s just plain bullshit. If you go to the doctor to get some kind of “aid” to help you take that (no doubt massive by now) crap, chances are you’re going to have to either pay some stupid sum of money for it or the pharmacy will dick you around or something. Once again, more bullshit that you have to deal with. Even if you don’t get dicked around by a doctor or pharmacist and don’t mind not having to go to the can, chances are there’s some other kind of bullshit going on in your life. Reality T.V. itself is bullshit enough if you ask me (but that’s a whole other post in itself so I’m not getting into that right now).

So there you have it, the only sure thing in life is shit. Well, that and death…and life too. So there, three sure things. One kind of speaks for itself if you think about it…but whatever. If you can think of any others I’d love to hear your feedback…so comment already….c’mon comment….please….awwww you suck!

Youngblood

August 14, 2005

The world we know

So lately I’ve been seeing all these “I support traditional marriage” stickers. They’re everywhere. The thing with these stickers is, that they don’t say that they’re against gay marriage. Sure it implies it, but it doesn’t actually say it. Personally I support “traditional” marriage, but I also support gay marriage. It’s that whole man/horse marriage that I’m against (Women/duck isn’t bad though).

These stickers make just as much sense as going up to a person and saying “I like clouds.” So? So what’s your point? So you support traditional marriage? What’s your point? They aren’t actually saying anything with these stickers. But maybe that’s their plan. They just imply what they are actually thinking and then let the publics imagination take off and make assumptions towards their views by themselves. Hmmmm clever…your little scheme worked…. Congratu-fucking-lations

The thing is, they couldn’t say that they were against gay marriage on the sticker. That would be putting a negative spin on their intended positive message (and who wants to make discrimination sound negative? Who, I ask you? Who?!).

I just don’t understand why people feel they have to go out of their way to advertise that they don’t want gays to get hitched. Especially the people that put these up in store windows. Don’t they think that it might lose them some business? But then again they probably wouldn’t want it anyway. Who’d want all these freaky gay people in their store anyway?--(rolls eyes)-- The whole thing is kind of reminiscent of when people would have “no colors” signs in their shop windows.

It just never ceases to amaze me how mankind’s thinking never changes, only the subject. I guess you have to give discrimination credit for one thing: it is consistent.

Youngblood

August 08, 2005

Rant time

Lately I've been feeling like I just have absolutely nothing in me to say that's actually note worthy. I've been trying to think of something to say on this thing but I just got nothin'. I never used to have to actually try and think of something to type. Ideas would just come to me throughout the day and whether they were one simple question or an actual topic I wanted to discuss, I at least had something.

I think it's because all my thoughts get out at work. All I do (besides stand around and look good) is bullshit with the guys at work. I think the fact that a large amount of my writing was just me bullshitting accounts for my lack of posts. Which also pegs the question: why did I have so much bottled up bullshit that I needed to get out?

It probably has something to do with the fact that I'm always left out of most conversations, and a large amount of the ones I'm in I really don't give a damn about what anyone is saying (sorry it's just the truth), because a)I probably have no real interest in what's being said b)have no knowledge of said subject and have just been dragged into talking about it c) want to talk about sometime. Maybe I want to debate the positives and negatives of Stinkor sometimes; or have a discussion about how the Fonz was a perv.

But I guess that's just human nature. If someone's not interested in something they either (like me) pretend an interest just to apesse others, or just change the subject as soon as they can to suit themselves.

Now I'm not saying that all people bore the shit out of me and every conversation should be what I want to talk about, but dammit man; I'd for once like to sit around and rather than hear about who won the Stanley Cup in what year, or more of the same repetitive conversation, I want to sit and talk about the Dark Phoenix Saga or which was better Mario 2 or Mario 3. Then we'll see how bored everone else gets. Give 'em a piece of their own medicine.

Then I'm gonna let the waitress take all their beer away when they go out for a smoke. DOUBLE WHAMMY!!!----(side note: tony was right. fuck them and their beer...scroll down and read comments to find out what the hell I'm babbling about)----

Well that felt pretty good to get off my chest. And I did just like I used to do to start at one topic and switch it up later. Maybe there's still hope for my yet.

Youngblood

August 03, 2005

Well here it is!

I'll be damned, I actually got my re-vamp done. What do you think? It's not quite finished. I still have a few little things here and there to do. I think Internet Explorer has a few small problems, like the sidebars being out of alignment, but I built it in Firefox. So I'll be fixing that (or at least trying to). Also I am going to begin a magical quest for my counter, which has mysteriously gone missing. I'm sure it'll turn up sooner or later. So that's it. CRITICS GO HARD!!! Let me have it!!!
Tell me about dead links and other rubish such as that.

Youngblood

August 02, 2005

Deep thought...(not Jack Handy style)

Most people have that one friend who you were really close to as a kid, then one of you moved away. Have any of you seen them since? Even just talked to them?

Recently I had the opportunity to see one such old friend. I don’t think I’d seen him for about six years. I’ll give you the rundown on our story:

He lived across the road from my house when we were kids. Now living on the farm there weren’t many kids around, and Chad lived right across the road, so of course we became friends. We met at about the age of 4 or 5 and we became the best of friends…when we were at home that is. When we were at school it was a different story. It’s not that we fought all the time; we just had different friends at school. This went on for quite a few years, until the summer after grade 7. Chad’s dad got a job up in Rainbow Lake, in northern Alberta, quite a long ways from Kamsack, SK. After that I think I saw him twice, until last week.

When I heard Chad was coming I was looking forward to it…most people would be. Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect. Turns out Chad and I became two very different people (surprise, surprise). He’s engaged now; he’s the manager of an industrial supply store; has his own house; a couple of dogs; and his own truck. Oh yeah, did I mention that he’s 20 years old. Myself on the other hand have no girlfriend; am currently living at home for the summer; am hoping to buy a hamster in the fall; and one day want to get paid to talk about movies. Not that I’m saying that I’m embarrassed or ashamed about my life, it’s just that we have very different lives now. I really didn’t talk to Chad all that much this weekend when I saw him, because I honestly didn’t know what to say to him. We’ve both changed and evolved into two totally different people.

With Saskatchewan’s centennial upon us, there are many homecoming celebrations going on all around the province. This coming weekend, my hometown of Kamsack is having its homecoming. After this recent experience with Chad, I’ve just started wondering what people are going to think when they see their high school friends, whom they haven’t seen since high school, or shortly after. Not that I’m saying that everyone will be disappointed with what they see, but as the saying goes, “sometimes people surprise you” (I realize I’m taking it out of context but whatever). Those people who you knew may not be who you remembered them to be, but on the other hand them may be even more that you expected (hey I think that one was in context).

Youngblood

P.S. Even though I have been leaving pretty big gaps between posts, I haven't forgotten about all you readers. I'm currently working on a total revamp of my blogs look. Hope to have it up soon. Thanks for sticking by me faithful readers.

August 01, 2005

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's just some guy!

What if you could have superpowers? What would you do with them? What would you want them to be? Would you hide them from people? Would you go all secret identity and whatnot, and show people what you could do but only once you put on some tights?

Now, I’ve actually been thinking about this lately(for those of you shaking your heads: I cut grass all day, I have a lot of time to think), I think I’d either want telekinesis, or the power to fly. Either way I’d be able to fly, if I couldn’t move things with my mind then well, whatever…I can still fly.

Now, as far as the whole donning of the tights is concerned…ummmm no. I would wear flight goggles though (I don’t need bugs and crap in my eyes while I’m trying to get around). The reason I wouldn’t wear tights is because I just don’t think it’d look good…me in tights?….once again…ummmm no. Also then it makes people think that you’re some kind of superhero…which I really can’t see myself being. I’m not saying I wouldn’t use my power to help people, cause you know “with great power comes great responsibility”, but I wouldn’t have any Batsignal; I wouldn’t form any kind of team. Imagine my team: THE O’HOOLIGANS! A huge pint glass would shine in the sky when we’re needed. A lot of beer trucks would get saved on our watch. (that’s actually not a bad idea. I CALL COPYRIGHT!!!…oh wait it doesn’t work like calling shotgun)

I think I would probably hide my power from people though. If I needed to use it I would, but I think I would keep as many people in the dark about it for as long as I could. It’s not because I’m afraid of people being afraid of me or seeing me differently (fuck them if they don’t want to know me because I’m different), it’s mainly because I wouldn’t want people trying to use me for my powers, or exploit them for some reason.

What do you think?(and not that I’m mental or anything because I already know that) What would you do? As nuts as it sounds I figure it’s an ok question to ask yourself.

Youngblood

June 21, 2005

The Lament of the Beer Watcher

Here is an article I wrote for the National Pist. I haven't seen the new issue so I don't know if it's in there...or if a new issue even exists...but here it is anyway...

Ever since Saskatchewan put the smoking ban into place, I have found that a new title has been placed upon me: The Beer Watcher. Being the non-smoker in the group, I have been appointed to watch over everyone’s drinks as they all go outside for a cigarette. It may not be the most glamorous or rewarding job but…as a matter, I don’t get anything for it. So then why do I do it? Suppose it is rewarding in way. I make sure that no one’s beer I stolen or taken away because the waitress thinks they left, and I make sure no one takes our table. Yeah, I guess it is kind of rewarding in the long run. I’m guess you could say that I’m doing a good deed for my friends.

But it does get lonely. I do get left alone a lot, while the rest of the group goes outside. Yeah sure, it might be cold for them but at least they’re all there. Who do I have? No one, that’s who! All I’m left with is my thoughts, hence how this article came to be. I think it’s time I do something about this. Let’s face it, if I don’t do something about this it’ll get out of hand.

So here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to get together a whole group of people who are in just the same situation I am, and one by one we’ll invite all our friends out with us. Then every once-in-awhile we’ll all just get up and leave, for no particular reason, and leave the one person who smokes all by themselves. Then they’ll no how it feels. Better yet they’ll have to go out for a smoke by themselves too. It’s a double whammy!

So, to all of the Beer Watchers out there reading this don’t despair, you’re not alone. There are others like you out there, and one day all the Beer Watchers of the world shall unite and then nothing will stop us. But until that day comes, and if you are feeling vengeful, sometime when everyone goes out side just drink all their beer. You’ll have to do it fast, so if you plan on doing this you’ll have to train for a while. But you’ll show them who’s boss. And if they give you shit for drinking all their beer, just tell them it’s a long overdue payment. And if that doesn’t work just tell them that you’re drunk and don’t know better, that you thought it was your beer. If these tactics don’t work there’s only one thing left to do: pretend to pass out. Or better yet do it for real, because depending on how much you had to guzzle back in such a short time, you’ll probably be pretty hammered. Either way it works against them, because a) they’ll have to haul your drunk ass out of the bar and b) there won’t be anyone left to watch their drinks. Suckers!

Youngblood

June 20, 2005

AH HA!!! I'm back

OK, so my computer's up and running and good to go now...

So, continuing with the last entries summer trend…today has more about summer.

I love summer. Did I mention that last time? I don’t think so. So I’ll say it again…I love summer. In what other season can you be on a lake, in a boat, the clouds are parted just enough for the sunset to peek through, when all of a sudden a pelican flies across the sunset? (It’s true I saw it the other day) What season I ask you?…What season?

I love summer…

Just being on the lake is fan-freaking-tastic!!! I love it! There is nothing better I tell you. Well actually…kneeboarding on a lake that smooth like glass…yeah, that’s better. Definitely better. For any who haven’t tried it, do it. It’s better than skiing, which in my opinion is boring, unless it's trick skiing. Normal, two ski skiing is just plain boring. Kneeboarding has jumps and spins and awesome falls that hurt. Can you get any better…well… maybe wakeboarding…but I haven’t tried that but it looks deadly. So give it up for the wakeboarders. They deserve the props over the skiers. They’re like the 18 year old young buck and skiers are the 97 year olds (although they can be pretty fun sometimes)…scratch that last one…skiers are like a rectal itch. Ya that’s better.

Youngblood

June 17, 2005

Bosh!! Flimshaw!!!

I had a post typed on my computer but I think the power suply blew on it when the power went out today(GO WARRANTY! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! WE GONNA PARTY LIKE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!) so I'll get it on here soon. It had more to do with summer. I'm trying to post more from know on. So stay tuned.

Thanks.

Youngblood

June 16, 2005

What the Fuck!! I’m wicked sun burnt! The shit of the deal is I was wearing sun block too. SPF 15 no less, and I’m wicked globbing it on too. It’s not like I’m just putting wee little bit on, I’m putting on a lot of it. Maybe it’s because I’m in the sun all day. Would that be it? Even still, it should still protect me. Oh well I guess I’ll just go get more. I must admit though the one upside to the sunburn is when you find relief to the sunburn. You could say that about any kind of problem, that the relief is the best part. But with a sunburn you can take a cold beer, put it on those hotspots, cool off and then drink it. Is that not the best double whammy ever?

I love beer…

I guess sunburn is just a something to even out the greatness of summer. Its like winter and…umm…well I got nothing there, but you know what they say: You have to take the good with the bad. But wouldn’t winter also be considered the bad in that equation to summers goodness. DAMMIT!! Winter wins again!

I HATE WINTER!!!

I love beer….(cracks a beer)…well I gotta go attend to some…business…yes that will do…

Youngblood


“Beer! Is there anything you can’t do?” – Homer Simpson

May 20, 2005

These kids today

Ok, here's what I don't get...What is with kids today? Now I realize that I'm only 19 myself, but I was just at a party that was probably one of the most ridiculous things I've ever seen.

Now...the May Long Weekend is supposed to be a time for partying...that's it, that's all...as far as I'm concerned. And there's nothing wrong with high school kids getting in on that. As a matter of fact, it's probably the best time for high schoolers to learn how to party right. Make plans so you won't get caught. Learn those lessons that can be passed down, and used the following years to avoid police and in the case I experienced tonight C.O.'s.

But if tonight's experience proved anything, these kids haven't learnt anything. Were they not listening when these fables and legends of the past were told? No, I don't think they were, because when my two comrades and I pulled up to, what we thought would be just a small gathering in a campsite, was actually more close to a mosh pit in the middle of the street. We pulled up and I asked "Is Pearl Jam playing at one of these campsites, because this is fucking stupid". Do these kids not know that you are supposed to have several small party's spread out all over the place and people move around from party to party. In my experience that's the way it's supposed to be, at least for this particular weekend.

I know that I learnt from the mistakes of the past. I learnt from the legends and so did others, and there was peace and if authority figures of some kind had to become involved I had nothing to do with it and neither did the people I was with. Only the people who hadn't learned the lessons were. But it was never anything like this....I have never seen anything like this on a may long weekend at the Madge Lake campground....all you can say is that it was utter insanity...that's about it...maybe add a "fuck" in there somewhere...that's it.

Youngblood

May 15, 2005

Just a post

I dwell over things way too much. I really do. I sit and I over think shit and become paranoid and try and conceive all possibilities to a particular situation and how they can come to be and how to avert them if necessary. I over think shit and worry or I get ahead of myself and assume that something great is going to happen and in the end I get nothing but disappointment because what I think is going to happen never does. I’m surprised I got my job back from last summer because I just assumed that I would, so that should automatically meant that I wouldn’t get the job. I guess I finally lucked out.

I do all this and take up so much of my brain power that I can’t focus on anything but what I have to worry about that particular day, hence why my hair is slowly saying goodbye to my scalp. That in itself is a paradox. The theory is that it’s falling out because I worry too much, and all it does is make me worry more, so more hair just falls out! DAMMIT!!!!

If I focused all the mental energy I use up worrying about shit and thinking about things that will never happen, I’d probably have the marks in school that I should be having; I’d be more confidence in myself (and with that a have a girl, because according to that Cosmo at Abigail’s place, that’s what chicks want); not be loosing my hair; and probably be able to do decent posts for you fine people more often.

I know that everyone worry’s about shit, and I’m sure there are those that do more than I, but it’s still a complete and utter annoyance, and people telling me to just not worry so much doesn’t do shit. “Don’t worry so much” they say. Well that’s some great advice; you must have gone to Harvard to come up with that one.

…Well… I just had to get that out. I think that’s the closest I’ve ever come to bitching about what kind of day I had on this thing.

Youngblood

May 10, 2005

To Beach or not to Beach, that is the question.

So I was shovelling sand today and I started thinking about the beach. Who decides where a beach is going to go, and where do they get all that sand? Sure some of it could be there naturally, but they must have to get some from like a sand pit or something. But some of those beaches are so big they must have to go to a few different pits, and it's not like there's a sand pit every 10 miles or anything. They'd have to haul it in from all over, just for beach.......that was a pretty useless thought.

I love going to the beach. Sure, you don't find a whole lot of nude beaches around here, but hey you don't need them. To me, going to the beach is one of the most relaxing things you can do. I don't need naked chicks walking by and distracting me while I play football. I mean, I've been hit in the head more than I need to be, so I don't need be getting distracted and getting smoked in the head by a football. It hurts and it's embarrassing. That's a double whammy!

Alot of people prefer going to a pool over the beach. Now I'm a firm believer in everyone has thier own oppinion and preferences, but to these people I say: get bent and get real. The beach is where it's at! People, vollyball, football, frisbie, half naked hotties. Where can you go wrong?

I love the beach, and whenever someones up for going I'm there! You can't much better than the beach. (except if you're talking about that movie with Dicaprio, then in that case you can get a lot better)

Youngblood

May 09, 2005

Youngblood at the Movies

This weekend I watched A Very Brady Sequel. I honestly think that I am dumber from watching it. I really do. Most movies I step back and take a fair look at it and examine the positives and negatives of it. It’s kind of tough with this one. I never felt so drained mentally after watching a movie, not even after Dude Where’s My Car or Scooby Doo.

This movie pushes a limit that…that I don’t even know what it is. It’s just a limit of something…not stupidity…but cheesiness. Ya, cheesiness! I realize that the makers of the movie wanted to make it as cheesy as they could, but I think they didn’t just miss their mark, but they flew by it a light speed and kept on going. I have no problem with what they did with the first movie. It was cheesy, but not like this. Oh not like this! This was some kind of new level that I don’t think that they even thought about reaching!

But in actuality the filmmakers can’t be the ones blamed for this atrocity. The actors can’t be blamed either. The one man responsible for this torture (and I do mean torture. Strap someone to a chair and pt this in front of them and they’ll confess to anything just so you’ll shut it off) is Sherwood Schwartz.

Good old Sherwood might not have had anything to do with the making of this movie, but he did create The Brady Bunch (and Gilligan’s Island), so in turn he is the one to blame for this. DAMN YOU SHERWOOD!!

I do realize that they were spoofing the show and bay making it uber-cheesy, that was just part of the spoof. I just think they took it a little too far. They made them dumb people, and on the show the Brady’s weren’t dumb. The one actually funny part of the movie was the sexual tension between Marcia and Greg, and them trying to figure out if it was wrong if it was wrong for them to hook up (you know, because they’re not really brother and sister just half). It was kind of creepy, but still kind of funny. They do also have a few good jokes; mostly they’re all play-on-words kind of thing.

So for doing what they set out to do, but torturing the audience for doing it; and having a few laughs, I’m giving A Very Brady Sequel »» out of 5

Youngblood

May 07, 2005

I'm sorry, now I'm back, thanks for waiting

Ok, I'm back and apologies all around for not posting in a week and to make it up to you I'm even doing this one on a weekend. I know that's a pretty crappy way to make it up to you but hey, it's all I gots right now. I haven't even been on the internet for almost a week. To take up time posts I'm probably going to do a lot more movie reviews or whatever you want to call them, considering that's all I've been doing lately, watching movies.

When I say that I haven't been on the 'net for almost a week automatically means that I haven't checked my e-mail for the same amount of time. Just before doing this post I checked it and all I had was 3 e-mails. One was the anonymous post asking if I was going to post over the summer. Another was junk and the last was porn from my cousin which I didn't even bother to let load because I'm on dial-up and it probably wouldn't have been done until the morning.

Then I thought about for a second: I haven't checked my inbox for damn near a week, and that's I all I got. A comment, junk and porn. I appreciate the comment, I look forward to those most over pretty much any e-mail I get. Porn is porn, whatever. Everyone gets it, its nothing new. And grand ye olde junk mail. Woo Hoo! That's it! That's all I get! Whenever I see people checking their e-mail its full of stuff, and not all junk. I aspire to be like that one day. I'm not asking everyone to start e-mailing me right away. This isn't a cry for help "Oh look at me the poor e-mail-less guy". It's just a thought I had.

Back with more this week. Sorry again for the wait....it's so unlike me.

Youngblood

April 30, 2005

Youngblood at the Movies

Well I'm back at the movies after a little hiatus, and today's entry is the latest film by Kevin Smith, Jersey Girl.

I can honestly say that I think that this was an absolutely fantastic movie, and I don't understand why it gets shit on so much. Yeah it's different than all his other movies, but just because it has Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez(for about 20 minutes) doesn't make it a bad movie. I think it proves that Kevin Smith doesn't need to have Jay and Silent Bob to make a good movie.

It is full of View Askew alumni like Jason Lee, Matt Damon, and George Carlin(actually I think they're the only ones). This movie, from a technical standpoint, is probably one of Smith's more visually appealing works as well (there's actually some camera movement in this one). It is full of all the vulgar language that fans expect of Mr. Smith's films, so no one can say that he's gone soft or anything.

This movie proves that the man can do serious writing and he isn't just all about the dick and fart jokes (yes Chasing Amy did have plenty of dick and fart jokes so don't say that that was his most serious). As much as everyone always says that Chasing Amy as his most personal film, this one beats it by a longshot. He started writing it one night after watching his wife put their daughter to bed and wondered, "What would my life be like if she died during childbirth?" The next morning the first 50 pages of the first draft were done. Pretty impressive if you ask me.

So for being quite a touching film, as well as (as far as I'm concerned) one of his best films, I give Kevin Smith's
Jersey Girl ²²²1/2 out of 5

Youngblood

April 27, 2005

Watch it boy or I'll give ya a shot!!!!

Maybe it's just me, but I don't see what's so special about getting shots at the bar. I mean, if your going to get a drink why not spend the extra buck or whatever on a beer. It'll last longer. I guess if you just want to get drunk that might be ok, but I also don't see the point of setting a goal for getting drunk. As the Barenaked Ladies said, "Drinking just to get drunk is a waste of precious booze". The way I see it, you should just go out to have a good time and if you get loaded then you get loaded.

Whenever someone wins big on the VLT's they always buy a round of shots, and if they get me one thats fine but I still would rather have
a beer. Even if its a cheap Jackass that really doesn't taste good, I'd still rather have it over a shot. That way I can sit and enjoy it and that person can know that I have enjoyed thier gift, rather than having this shot that when they blink they miss me taking it.

I also just don't like the taste of shots. They don't appeal to me. Some may see this as odd considerng that I'm in the Guiness Club and there are so many people who can't stand the taste of Guiness. It really doesn't matter what it is I just really don't like them...except Jager...Jager is alllrrrright.

So I guess I have found my exception with Jager, but I still would prefer a pint of Guiness over a shot anyday...or alot of other beers besides Guiness...Honeybrown, Kokanee, Kieths, Kronenburg, Canadian...not Boh...I'd rather drink piss, but for those who have drank Boh, it's not that far off.

Youngblood

April 26, 2005

I'll be damned it's...it's...A POST!!

COSBY TO FIGHT 11 WOMEN. Click on the link to see what the article I’m taking about. Now if you don’t read the article in question you might be wondering why the hell Bill Cosby would fight 11 women. Is he going to get in the ring with them and have some kind of royal rumble? No, in fact its actually about a bunch of women taking him to court because they are accusing him of drugging and assaulting them. You know, the usual Hollywood thing.

But when I first read that headline that was the first thing that popped into my head; the image of Bill Cosby getting into the ring and squaring off against 11 women. You gotta love the people that come up with these headlines. If they're not coming up with the most cheesy headlines like "The Buttler Did It"(After Rocky Butler put on a show at the Labour Day game a few years back), they're coming up with some of the dumbest ones "Laxative helps remove Earwax"(from the Tonight Show). How do these people get jobs as Headline writers? Is this what they decided to do with thier journalism degree? The least they can do is proofread their work, they're only like 5 words long. And do they think they're funny? Are they trying to be funny or do they realize that they're just really cheazy? Or are they trying to be full of cheeze?
In all honesty though, I couldn't do thier job. Most of the time I don't even read the entire headline, because my attention span is so low, so how could I sit and read the article and write the headline. But wait...by looking at some of these headlines they don't even do that. I think I just found a my new career!
Youngblood

April 19, 2005

The Real Animal Kingdom

Whenever I go home for a visit, I always end up watching the squirrel that lives in my moms yard (or garage or under the deck. I don’t know were). It runs around and jumps of this and that and eats bird seed; you know normal squirrel stuff. But I wonder if it’s doing that because it knows I’m watching it. Do animals behave certain ways because they know people are watching them? Do they just do what’s expected of them?

I think so. Once we’re done watching them they drop the act and go back to their normal thing. It makes sense. Do you think a cat actually wants to be licking his own nuts? No! Of course he doesn’t! But we expect him to so he just does it. He knows that if we see him do it we’ll all have a laugh, so he does it.

What I’d like to see is just a family of kangaroos just hanging out at A&W; on their way to a family reunion. Or see a herd of zebras go for an after work drink. Of course there would have be various different bars for the animals. You couldn’t have a lion and zebra going to the same bar, because the zebras would just get eaten. And the lions wouldn’t go there just because it’s just the rules. You don’t go into the zebra’s bar and eat them. If you want to eat one you have to wait until some camera crew is watching you while your trying to sleep one day. You give them a show for their documentary, and then send the zebra’s family an apology accompanied by a fruit basket and a bunch of cash. But if a zebra walks into the lion’s bar, they’re just asking for it. Whatever happens they deserve it; same as it works in the human world.

I’d like to sit and chat with some animals, and get some of their feedback on some stuff. Like this whole alien/cow mutilation thing. I’d like to get the cow’s side of the story. See if the aliens are actually mutilating the cows, or if my theory is right and the cows are just randomly exploding (I’d love to see that; a cow just randomly explode while your driving by one day…gotta put that in a movie sometime).

Youngblood

April 17, 2005

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Over the weekend I bought and read these two comics. Now,
The Silver Surfer isn't usually what I read. I'm more into the X-Men type stuff, but something caught my eye about these two. One was the fact that it was only a 2 issue mini-series. The other I think was the price. Can't go wrong for 65 cents each.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that they were also a good read. The story is Galactus(a big immortal cosmic being who eats planets) comes to Earth and is worshipped as a God. So then the Silver Surfer comes out of hiding to show the people of earth that this "God" that they worship is just here to destroy them. But instead of doing it himself he lets them destroy themselves.

Sounds pretty simple right? Well yeah it is, from a good versus evil kind of standpoint, but it does have a message in there about religion. The two issues have people killing for their beliefs; people turning away from family members because of their beliefs; and one man exploiting others beliefs for his own personal gain; showing how far people will go because of what they believe. As bad as it is to think about it, it is the truth. Those things happen all the time and have been happening since the beginning of time. It shows the people of Earth being duped by Galactus so easily and in the end the Surfer realizes that "Surely this is why they so often fall to the prey of tyrants and despots", because people so often just want someone else to lead them; someone to do their thinking for them.

So to sum up, these 2 comics were not just 48 pages of crude artwork (the art really was crude. The ads were better drawn than most of the the panels), with a good versus evil story, it actually held a message which can teach,and (I know I've said this before) proves that comics can be a legit