First Scene of Saw IV debuts at Comic-On. This is going to be INSANE! LAFF at the folks clapping at the end...
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
ESPN: WHO'S NOW? WHO CARES?
Because, I sure as hell don't give two fucks about it. It's a travesty. And seriously, it's one of the worst segments ESPN has had in quite a while. For those unfamiliar with "Who's Now" it is a daily series aired on "Sportscenter" in which fans and a panel of "judges" help determine the ultimate sports star.
It's complete bullshit! Bare with me folks. The judges during the first round of voting were sportswriter and PTI co-host Tony Kornheiser, recently unemployed loudmouth Carolina Panther Keyshawn Johnson, and some other fool who I neglected to remember. Oh yeah, ESPN invited Jessica Biel to be a judge, and also promote her new movie "I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry." Back to them in a bit.
The first thing that got my blood boiling occurred on July 8th. The single-elimination match-up was between (3)Kobe Bryant vs (6)Ronaldinho. The fact that the most popular football player in the world was given a 6 seed is mind-boggling enough. Did they not know that soccer is the most popular sport in the world? Anyway, Kobe ended up winning this match-up (60.8% - 39.2%).
Here's where I lost my mind- July 15: (7) Tony Parker def. (2) Roger Federer (56.1% - 43.9%)
HOW THE FUCK DID ROGER FEDERER LOSE TO MR. LONGORIA? I still can't believe this fucking vote. The vote wasn't even close! It just goes to show how ignorant people are these days. It doesn't matter what major accomplishments an athlete achieves. Or even their philanthropic deeds. They care about how attractive somebody's girlfriend is, or somebody's shoe endorsement. SAD!
The judges are no fucking help either. I wish Keyshawn were still employed by the NFL. That way, he can spare us with his sports logic. (See:Dwayne Jarrett) It's not only Keyshawn though. It was unanimous by all three all in favor of Mr. Longoria.
Let's not let Ms.Biel off the loose quiet yet. Here's her logic on Kobe:
"This is a tough one, but Kobe is in LA, and i live there so he's more now."
........... No comment.
Most of the time, I have no problem with seeing Erin Andrews at any time of the day. But please, keep her off the fucking panel as well. Her votes should be automatically void since it's probably based on who'd she want to fuck the most. King James better not lose because of you!
It's complete bullshit! Bare with me folks. The judges during the first round of voting were sportswriter and PTI co-host Tony Kornheiser, recently unemployed loudmouth Carolina Panther Keyshawn Johnson, and some other fool who I neglected to remember. Oh yeah, ESPN invited Jessica Biel to be a judge, and also promote her new movie "I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry." Back to them in a bit.
The first thing that got my blood boiling occurred on July 8th. The single-elimination match-up was between (3)Kobe Bryant vs (6)Ronaldinho. The fact that the most popular football player in the world was given a 6 seed is mind-boggling enough. Did they not know that soccer is the most popular sport in the world? Anyway, Kobe ended up winning this match-up (60.8% - 39.2%).
Here's where I lost my mind- July 15: (7) Tony Parker def. (2) Roger Federer (56.1% - 43.9%)
HOW THE FUCK DID ROGER FEDERER LOSE TO MR. LONGORIA? I still can't believe this fucking vote. The vote wasn't even close! It just goes to show how ignorant people are these days. It doesn't matter what major accomplishments an athlete achieves. Or even their philanthropic deeds. They care about how attractive somebody's girlfriend is, or somebody's shoe endorsement. SAD!
The judges are no fucking help either. I wish Keyshawn were still employed by the NFL. That way, he can spare us with his sports logic. (See:Dwayne Jarrett) It's not only Keyshawn though. It was unanimous by all three all in favor of Mr. Longoria.
Let's not let Ms.Biel off the loose quiet yet. Here's her logic on Kobe:
"This is a tough one, but Kobe is in LA, and i live there so he's more now."
........... No comment.
Most of the time, I have no problem with seeing Erin Andrews at any time of the day. But please, keep her off the fucking panel as well. Her votes should be automatically void since it's probably based on who'd she want to fuck the most. King James better not lose because of you!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
KIDS HAVE TO MUCH TIME ON THEIR HANDS!
Dude looked like he got hit by a Yoga Flame, word to Dhalsim! Peep his Stop, Drop, and Roll skills...
The Morning From Hell
Here's a time line of this mornings events...
7:00 A.M.- Awoken by the sudden strike of thunder, an hour and a half earlier than my usual waking time.
8:30 A.M.- After about a dozen failed attempts to fall back asleep, I found the will power to bring myself out of bed and get ready for work.
9:30 A.M.- I make my way towards the 71st Avenue in the fucking monsoon. Soaking wet and tired, I somehow found a seat on the Manhattan bound F-train.
10:05 A.M.- F train pulls into Roosevelt Avenue/Jackson Heights station. Swarms of wet and disgruntled passengers exit and enter the train. Still half asleep I decided to doze off when the train begins to move. The train moves about 100 feet and decides to stop short. After five minutes, an announcement is mad alerting the passengers that the Manhattan/Brooklyn bound express train will now be moving on the local track. I'm annoyed at this point. But what can you do? At least I got a seat. I doze off again.
10:20 A.M.- I wake up after a woman in her mid-forty's tramples on my foot. The train has STILL not moved. A mutter of "what the fuck?" is let out. Cute latina standing in front of me tells me that ALL trains running underground were now suspended due to flooding. All passengers were directed to move to the front of the train and exit at the 65th street station in Woodside.
10:35 A.M.- I was finally able to exit the 65th train station. Apparently, the E,F,G,R,V service was suspended in both directions. Therefore, my chances of taking the train home were also fucked. The MTA employees had advised commuters to take the IRT 7-train two blocks up. Let's break this down. What does ALL of the passengers from the F train + passengers from previous stops + local people equal? It equals a SHITLOAD of angry people on one train line. The line for the 7-train was so packed, that shit looked beyond dangerous.
10:50 A.M.- I tried to frantically get in touch with my supervisors at Complex. I wanted to let them know the deal with the trains and the possibility of me not making it to work. Luckily I was able to get in get in contact with Joe and he was more than understanding with situation. Props to you homie!
10:55 A.M.- I have no idea where the fuck to go. I knew that there was a bus that ran along Queens Blvd towards my neighborhood. Problem was, I had no idea where the fuck Queens Blvd was. I asked a random guy, for directions and he told me walking to QB would be a complete bitch. And at this point, I was in no mood to walk in the fucking rain.
11:00 A.M.- I walk towards 74th street/Roosevelt. I asked the driver of the Q46 for directions to Queens Blvd, and had told me to take his bus all the way to the Q60, which was on Queens Blvd. All good, I take the Q46, the driver lets me know when to get off and I'm good from here.
11:10 A.M.- Here I am, standing on QB waiting for the Q60 to take me home. The first bus just passes by. Fucking packed! All good, I'll just wait for the next one.... 20 minutes later, two buses passes by which were "Not In Service".
11:40 A.M.- Still waiting at the bus stop. A bus is coming by! "Please take next bus." FUCK!
12:00 P.M.- Second bus comes by. "Please take next bus."
12:15 P.M.- Third bus comes by. The same message of death.
12:45 P.M.- So I wave down a cabbie minutes later. There was no way I was going to wait there all fucking day. Driver tells me "$12" to 71st. Fine with me. As he drove along QB, I looked at ALL of the bus stops and let me tell you. There was no chance in hell I would have gotten on the bus at a reasonable time. I grabbed some food, made my way back home.....
That was my shitty morning...
7:00 A.M.- Awoken by the sudden strike of thunder, an hour and a half earlier than my usual waking time.
8:30 A.M.- After about a dozen failed attempts to fall back asleep, I found the will power to bring myself out of bed and get ready for work.
9:30 A.M.- I make my way towards the 71st Avenue in the fucking monsoon. Soaking wet and tired, I somehow found a seat on the Manhattan bound F-train.
10:05 A.M.- F train pulls into Roosevelt Avenue/Jackson Heights station. Swarms of wet and disgruntled passengers exit and enter the train. Still half asleep I decided to doze off when the train begins to move. The train moves about 100 feet and decides to stop short. After five minutes, an announcement is mad alerting the passengers that the Manhattan/Brooklyn bound express train will now be moving on the local track. I'm annoyed at this point. But what can you do? At least I got a seat. I doze off again.
10:20 A.M.- I wake up after a woman in her mid-forty's tramples on my foot. The train has STILL not moved. A mutter of "what the fuck?" is let out. Cute latina standing in front of me tells me that ALL trains running underground were now suspended due to flooding. All passengers were directed to move to the front of the train and exit at the 65th street station in Woodside.
10:35 A.M.- I was finally able to exit the 65th train station. Apparently, the E,F,G,R,V service was suspended in both directions. Therefore, my chances of taking the train home were also fucked. The MTA employees had advised commuters to take the IRT 7-train two blocks up. Let's break this down. What does ALL of the passengers from the F train + passengers from previous stops + local people equal? It equals a SHITLOAD of angry people on one train line. The line for the 7-train was so packed, that shit looked beyond dangerous.
10:50 A.M.- I tried to frantically get in touch with my supervisors at Complex. I wanted to let them know the deal with the trains and the possibility of me not making it to work. Luckily I was able to get in get in contact with Joe and he was more than understanding with situation. Props to you homie!
10:55 A.M.- I have no idea where the fuck to go. I knew that there was a bus that ran along Queens Blvd towards my neighborhood. Problem was, I had no idea where the fuck Queens Blvd was. I asked a random guy, for directions and he told me walking to QB would be a complete bitch. And at this point, I was in no mood to walk in the fucking rain.
11:00 A.M.- I walk towards 74th street/Roosevelt. I asked the driver of the Q46 for directions to Queens Blvd, and had told me to take his bus all the way to the Q60, which was on Queens Blvd. All good, I take the Q46, the driver lets me know when to get off and I'm good from here.
11:10 A.M.- Here I am, standing on QB waiting for the Q60 to take me home. The first bus just passes by. Fucking packed! All good, I'll just wait for the next one.... 20 minutes later, two buses passes by which were "Not In Service".
11:40 A.M.- Still waiting at the bus stop. A bus is coming by! "Please take next bus." FUCK!
12:00 P.M.- Second bus comes by. "Please take next bus."
12:15 P.M.- Third bus comes by. The same message of death.
12:45 P.M.- So I wave down a cabbie minutes later. There was no way I was going to wait there all fucking day. Driver tells me "$12" to 71st. Fine with me. As he drove along QB, I looked at ALL of the bus stops and let me tell you. There was no chance in hell I would have gotten on the bus at a reasonable time. I grabbed some food, made my way back home.....
That was my shitty morning...
Sunday, July 15, 2007
ESPYS RECAP
So yeah, some of the big names in sports gathered under one roof last week for 2007 ESPYS hosted by Lebron James and Jimmy Kimmel. Although it airs tonight, (currently televising) the winners and events have already been announced. Here are some of the highlights!
A thumbs up, Greg? I don't care if it's his third straight ESPYS.... My dude still looks like he's new to this...
My style is impetuous. My defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want to eat your MILK & COOKIES!
Greg Oden: Not bad, not bad...
Kevin Durant: MMMM... I'd hit that!
Maggie Q... CHEA!
A thumbs up, Greg? I don't care if it's his third straight ESPYS.... My dude still looks like he's new to this...
My style is impetuous. My defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want to eat your MILK & COOKIES!
Greg Oden: Not bad, not bad...
Kevin Durant: MMMM... I'd hit that!
Maggie Q... CHEA!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
WHAT'S ON YOUR DESK?
Welcome to Ground Zero
For those hard to sleep nights...
One of my few vices...
Old School
New School
New Years?
I should prolly clean up...
Memories
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Michael Beasley
Yo,
Michael Beasley > Kevin Durant. I'm calling it NOW!
Gotta be in Jersey tomorrow. I'm gonna pass out.
Adios.
Michael Beasley > Kevin Durant. I'm calling it NOW!
Gotta be in Jersey tomorrow. I'm gonna pass out.
Adios.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
The Skeet Squad! (No Sir Elton)
People should really think twice before allowing just anybody to work on their computers. The Consumerist (consumerist.com) conducted a three-month sting operation which captured a "Geek Squad" technician stealing porn and personal photos on a rigged computer. The technician was only supposed to install iTunes on the computer. Hahahaha!
Check the video
These nerds can't just "Brute Force" bangbus passwords or something?
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