One thing about living on my own that I'm not too keen on is the fact that I don't have internet. Not because they don't have internet down here (they do, and it sucks), but because as of right now I can't exactly afford it. With that being said, I can't update my blog as much as I want to. Coupling that with the fact that the iPhone doesn't have an application that posts to Blogger, my blog lays bare until I get some free time at work, which isn't very often.

However, the iPhone has a ton of Twitter applications. I decided to join the Twitter "revolution" and signed up. So if you want daily updates on menial things that I do, you can follow me or check the little box over there on the right. Or do both. I'm tired of reading updates from Missourinet.

I also removed The Vault on the right side, since it was taking up a ton of room and I can't figure out how to make it a separate link. You can still find your favorite posts by searching at the top of the page.

Labels: blog, social networking, Twitter

What is a Power Fist, you may ask. THIS is a Power Fist:



And now, the Power Fist List:
Paris Hilton
Perez Hilton
Chris Brown
Soulja Boy
Lady GaGa
Katy Perry
Chad Kroeger
Carlos Mencia
Avril Lavigne
Tila Tequila
Spencer Pratt
Heidi Montag
Everyone involved with The Hills
Everyone involved with Desperate Housewives
Everyone involved with High School Musical
Everyone involved with anything MTV
Everyone involved with The View
The Kardashians
Robert Pattinson
Kanye West
Jon Gosselin
Kate Gosselin
The Octomom
Hayden Panettiere
Lindsay Lohan
The Westboro Baptist Church
Kelly Clarkson
Joan Rivers
Melissa Rivers
Hollywood Undead
People who say a band that came out last year is "the greatest band EVAR"
People who say a band that came out 5 years ago is "the greatest band EVAR"
People who say a band that came out 10 years ago is "the greatest band EVAR"
People who say a band that came out 15 years ago is "the greatest band EVAR"
People who say a band that came out 20 years ago is "the greatest band EVAR"
Rosanne Barr
The WWE writing team
Criss Angel
Cameron Diaz
Spike Lee
George Lucas
Dane Cook
Tori Spelling
Al Sharpton
Jesse Jackson
Britney Spears
Justin Long
Angels and Airwaves
Eminem
Barry Bonds
Shia LaBeouf
Rosie O'Donnell
Theory of A Deadman
Saving Abel
Oprah
Michael Vick
Tom Cruise
Angelina Jolie
Michael Moore
Sean Hannity
Ann Coulter
Nancy Pelosi
Harry Reid
John McCain
Sarah Palin
Barack Obama
Hilary Clinton
Al Gore
Everyone remotely involved in Washington DC politics
Tyra Banks

I'm sure there's more...but I can't think of anymore right now.

Labels: douchebags, humor, lists, people who need their face punched off, violence

The movie I'm looking most forward to this summer has to be Terminator: Salvation. I mean, this movie has everything I want in a summer blockbuster: robots, lasers, the extinction of the human race, and of course everyone's favorite short-tempered Welsh, Christian Bale.

The first reviews are in, and they're mixed, which isn't surprising. I don't remember a full blown action flick ever sweeping the Oscars, but I could be wrong. Another thing that isn't surprising is the absolute snootiness and idiocy of some of these movie reviewers. Take David Edelstein from New York Magazine, for example. The headline of his online review is:

"Christian Bale is one humorless savior in Terminator Salvation"

Well, I'll be. The human race is on the verge of extinction and Christian Bale isn't making funnies? They should have got Rodney Dangerfield for the part. He goes on to describe the color palette as:

"monochromatic (livened only by splotches of rust)"Really? A post-apocalyptic movie about robots destroying the planet and there's no lush rain forest scene? No Eco-Friendly recycling scene where Bale does his part to save the planet by reusing a water bottle? You mean its all destruction, dust, metal, and sky? What a shocker. From the trailers I've seen I was hoping it would be like Romancing the Stone. Cept, you know, with robots. Next you're gonna tell me Earth rotates on an axis and isn't the center of the universe.

I understand that these people's jobs are to tell you their thoughts on the movie, but please do it without going into a 4 paragraph rant about the storyline making no sense. That should be a given. (for the record: the Terminator storyline has made no sense since the first movie. If Kyle Reese was sent back in time to save Sarah Connor, its obvious that she survived to have John Connor, otherwise nobody would come back in time to save Sarah Connor, because John Connor wouldn't have sent his young father back in time because he wouldn't have been born, because Sarah Connor would have been killed and the human race would be obliterated...get it? Good.)

Movie reviews should be like this:
Terminator: Salvation - Shooting. Robots. Explosions. If you liked the other Terminator movies, you will probably like this one.

Ghosts of Girlfriends Past - If you like warm and fuzzy movies without emotional investment and a Dickens twist, you'll like this. If you like Matthew McConaughey, you'll like this. You also need a lobotomy.

See? Short and to the point. Kind of like my blog. Minus the whole "to the point" thing.

Labels: annoyances, global warming, movies, snobs

Left 4 Dead is one of my favorite games of this console generation. That being said, I find these audio mods hilarious:

Someone got the bright idea to replace all of zombie sounds with Macho Man Randy Savage.




...and Pee Wee Herman...



...If you haven't seen these, you're welcome. If you have, kiss my toe.

Thanks to Tony for the tip.

Labels: Left 4 Dead, mods, video games

Before you ask, no I'm not an evil, psycho, tree-hugging, country-hating, "Bush lied, people died", taxing machine. But if the swine flu taught me anything, its that we as Americans are a stupid bunch.

The President of the United States has to tell the public at large to wash their hands after they handle their junk? Seriously? Didn't your mother teach you to do that when you were a kid? Or were you too busy dropping LSD, watching The Thunderbirds and getting crabs to pay attention in health class?
Also, if a bottle of hand sanitizer is all it takes to keep the pig pukes at bay, then what's the big deal? Wash your hands. Problem solved. It's a matter of common decency. Imagine if I took a dump and smeared it all over my hands, then handled your food, or handled your money, or picked your child up and gave them a huge hug, and when you ask me why I didn't wash my hands. Suppose I tell you:
"Well, I was really busy and didn't have time to scrape last night's dinner from underneath my fingernails. Get over it."
You'd beat my face in with a blunt object. That's how I look at it when people don't wash their hands. A bit overreactive? I don't think so. I don't know where your hand's been. Sometimes you don't either. Remember: If you're nasty, there's always someone out there that's nastier.

While we're at it, please quit blowing this swine flu thing out of proportion. We as Americans love ourselves a pandemic, especially when its...not a pandemic. West Nile, SARS, bird flu, you name it. The problem is that only a handful of people die (which is a good thing), and then the next year you hear precisely goose egg about everything. We've moved on to our American Idol, our Desparate Housewives, our Sex and the City (I know the show is over, it just pisses me off such a crap show was so popular...sorry Trevor). 200 die of swine flu because they didn't wash their hands or whatever and the world does backflips in panic, while millions die of AIDS every year and people still refuse to wear condoms. What does the world do?
"Meh. I don't have it. Whatever."

So yeah. Wash your hands. That way I the only time I have to hear about swine flu is when I watch House.

Labels: hippies, lifestyle, news, personal observations, sick, swine flu

So it's been a while. I've been very busy as of late (and I'm not just using that as an excuse this time...). I've recently graduated from broadcasting school, moved from home and got my own place and a job as the news director for a radio network in southern Missouri. So far, so good. I love it down here. Being on my own is nice too. I can pretty much walk around naked all day. And that's never a bad thing.

Something I always tried to do with Edquarters was produce quality posts for you guys. Because of this, I usually didn't post for weeks (or months) at a time due to either nothing happening that was worth mentioning or simply because of a lack of interest. I mean, if the most exciting thing I did for a week and a half was take a poo that sort of looked like Muk from Pokemon, chances are I'm not going to blog about it.

Not anymore.

My new obsession with social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter (don't hate) and my friend Astroblack have made me realize that long, overblown posts aren't always the route to go. Sure, they're nice every once in a while, but the length of the post doesn't always determine the quality. So expect more updates from me on this end. Some posts could just be a photo. Some could be a sentence or two. Others may be the long-winded bloviations you've come to expect from me. I guess you'll have to stay tuned to find out...

Labels: blog, update

I love technology. Always and forever. I do not love, however, salesmen who don't know when to shut the hell up and take "no" for an answer.

Case in point, I was in my Best Buy about two weeks ago when I heard someone say to me "Are you doing ok sir?". Naturally, I say something along the lines of "Yeah, just killing time" or "Yes, thanks". You know, something like that.
"Have you heard what we're doing today?"
Intrigued, I said no, and looked up to see a guy with beady eyes in a blue shirt. Best Buy color, but not a polo shirt like the others wear.
"Well, come over here and I'll show you what's going on today."

So I go over to this tiny blue table, with DirecTV on the front of it. Crap.

Basically he tells me all the great stuff satellite can do, and how cable sucks and blahblahblahblahblah. I sort of tuned him out, because I wanted to get back to my video game browsing, so I told him that I'm not the head of house and that my dad would have to make that decision.

"Oh, well is he here now?"
"Nope."
"Oh ok. Well, what if I told you that for today and today only, I could cut your installation in half if you sign up now?"
"Dude, I just told you I don't make those decisions..."
"Right, I understand. But would you be interested in that if I were to make your installation cheaper?"
"That's great and all, but I can't make those decisions without him..."
"Well, can you call your dad and see if he'd be interested?"
"Nope."

So I walked away, probably the most annoyed I've been in a while. I understand that he's just doing his job, but there's a line between that and being a douche. I like to enjoy my shopping experience as much as humanly possible (especially if it's Best Buy), and I don't want Dude Douche ruining it by hounding me to pay him to set up a dish. I don't even hardly watch that much TV, for crying out loud. That's why we got rid of our cable in the first place.

A few weeks later, I went back in to get a CD from a group I'd just been turned on to. Sure enough, Dude Douche was working again, asking people to sign up for DirecTV. He actually recognized me this time around, and asked me if pops had OK'd his professional installation plan.

"You know, I forgot to ask."
"Oh, ok. Is he with you today?"
"Nope."
"Oh ok. Well, what if I told you that for today and today only, I could cut your installation in half if you sign up now?"
"Haven't we been through this already? No, I'm saying no right now. I don't make those decisions, and I'm not going to bug him about it. Besides, wasn't the last time you talked to me the only day you could cut me a deal on the installation?"
"No that was a different deal. Today is the only day I can give you installation at half off."
"Ok then. Look, don't waste your time on me. I'm not gonna get anything. Grab someone who will."

So I blew him off, again, and got my CD. Wouldn't you know it, my printer ran out of ink a week later, so I go in yesterday to pick some up. I wind up next to some fat old guy looking at photo paper.
"Are you doing ok sir?"
Sure enough, Dude Douche was pulling his schtick on the old guy. I chuckled, grabbed my ink and bolted.

Best Buy, please, I emplore you: get rid of your DirecTV salesguys, if you have them. Even if you don't, get rid of them anyway. They annoy the living daylights out of everyone who shops at your store.

Labels: annoyances, shopping