I realized this morning as I got up early to watch the west coast broadcast of the Thanksgiving Parade down the streets of Chicago that I am incredibly thankful for nostalgia. The parade featured the cast of a musical based on Springsteen songs, a Garfield balloon, a Grover Balloon, and most notably, the world's greatest fairy tail Santa himself.
Then I turned on some videogames and played new versions of Street Fighter 2 and Mega Man, and it dawned on me. I've been doing just this for nearly twenty years (meaning playing those to games). Then I looked at my coffee table and realized I had both a Spiderman and X-Men comic book out.
I'm trying to become a doctor, a field where nostalgia doesn't fit and everything is new. My brain feels like a brick sometimes, filled to the brim with Hootie and the Blowfish lyrics and the Pete and Pete theme song. If I could lose some of those worthless little bits so I could fit in Organic Chemistry, I'd be much better off. Then I realized this morning that, where would all my fun go. If I didn't have nostalgic fun, I don't think I'd enjoy much. I only enjoy watching football because of having watched games in years past. I only enjoy comics since I've been reading them forever.
So here's a Thanksgiving toast to not dumping those worthless bits out of your brain and instead just being glad its there!
Nov 27, 2008
Nov 10, 2008
Obama Boom in Full Effect
The NYTIMES has proved that the Obama boom is in full effect. The only thing I find interesting is why one would name a baby Barrack. No one calls him Barrack. It's Obama. Name the baby Obama. I read an artical about the Obamas going to the white house and I thought "there are more than one?" until I remembered that it's really his last name!
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/10/us/politics/10babies.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
Bob Fantastic
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/10/us/politics/10babies.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
Bob Fantastic
Nov 4, 2008
The Obama Boom
Coming August 2009: The Obama BOOM!
Move over baby boomers and gen xers. This group of newborns will be raised by parents who celebrated Obama's historic rise to the presidency with wild hopeful sex of change, realizing that it may indeed be safe and ok to bring a child into this world. Others merely banged for the joy of it and forgot to use a condom.
So join in the ObamaBOOM and bang all this week, because your baby's future looks a lot brighter now. I already Obamabanged once this evening and I might be going back for seconds. Let's raise a generation of kid's with August 4th birthdays and positive outlooks on the future. To spice things up, feel free to role play. Tonight I was Obama and my wife Morgan was Michelle. In an hour when we're ready to go again, maybe we'll go with a throwback and I'll be JFK and Morgan can be Marylin. Remember, now you might even be able to pay for healthcare for the kid.
Contribute to a liberal America and screw nonstop for the next week.
This message was endorsed by what Obama is probably doing right now...
...making another first daughter to play with the new first puppy.
I don't know what God I believe in, but for the first time I can truly say God Bless America, now stop reading this and go bang like good citizens! OBAMASTYLE!
Bob Fantastic
(Bowchicawowwow)
Move over baby boomers and gen xers. This group of newborns will be raised by parents who celebrated Obama's historic rise to the presidency with wild hopeful sex of change, realizing that it may indeed be safe and ok to bring a child into this world. Others merely banged for the joy of it and forgot to use a condom.
So join in the ObamaBOOM and bang all this week, because your baby's future looks a lot brighter now. I already Obamabanged once this evening and I might be going back for seconds. Let's raise a generation of kid's with August 4th birthdays and positive outlooks on the future. To spice things up, feel free to role play. Tonight I was Obama and my wife Morgan was Michelle. In an hour when we're ready to go again, maybe we'll go with a throwback and I'll be JFK and Morgan can be Marylin. Remember, now you might even be able to pay for healthcare for the kid.
Contribute to a liberal America and screw nonstop for the next week.
This message was endorsed by what Obama is probably doing right now...
...making another first daughter to play with the new first puppy.
I don't know what God I believe in, but for the first time I can truly say God Bless America, now stop reading this and go bang like good citizens! OBAMASTYLE!
Bob Fantastic
(Bowchicawowwow)
Election Day
I've been feeling relatively cold to this entire election cycle, bitter about the last two and finding it easy to get really pissed off but impossible to be hopeful. Today there is a bit of change. I woke, and walked outside and thought, hey maybe for the first time in my adult life, I can be proud of the country I live in and not be thrown into fits of rage when conversation about the government come up.
Let's count out politics in my life since I can remember. I remember the end of Reagan with the end of the Cold War and the fall of the Wall. I also remember asking my parents what trickle down economics meant, and thinking, wow this doesn't make sense. The Bush 1. I don't remember his first run against Dukakus but against Clinton I got to go to the Republican National Convention. I was excited because Schwartzenager was there, and you know, I was just a wee lad at that point. I felt out of place the whole time. In my memory it was like being in church with more cheering and things making less sense. In my school ellection that year (2nd or 3rd grade) I voted Clinton. In a large suburban Houston elementry school I was one of three.
Then was 8 years of Clinton that started off with me knowing nothing, and ended with my knowledge of cigar use in sexual practice being greatly increased. Though I liked him better than the alternative, he screwed the country by screwing around. I believe Bush 2 was a direct result of Bill's penis going where it shouldn't have. I couldn't quite vote for Gore. After he "lost" I came into school and had friends calling me a pussy for complaining. Some of these friends are now liberal activists. Thank God times change.
Next came my first vote, I could get rid of Bush and worked my ass off. All I got was another dissapointment and a completely lifeless candidate.
All that said, this year, I am clearly skeptical. I won't and don't want to declare anything, but I will say this.
The air smelled hopeful this morning, like fall leaves, pumpkin pie, exhaust, and change.
Bob Fantastic
Let's count out politics in my life since I can remember. I remember the end of Reagan with the end of the Cold War and the fall of the Wall. I also remember asking my parents what trickle down economics meant, and thinking, wow this doesn't make sense. The Bush 1. I don't remember his first run against Dukakus but against Clinton I got to go to the Republican National Convention. I was excited because Schwartzenager was there, and you know, I was just a wee lad at that point. I felt out of place the whole time. In my memory it was like being in church with more cheering and things making less sense. In my school ellection that year (2nd or 3rd grade) I voted Clinton. In a large suburban Houston elementry school I was one of three.
Then was 8 years of Clinton that started off with me knowing nothing, and ended with my knowledge of cigar use in sexual practice being greatly increased. Though I liked him better than the alternative, he screwed the country by screwing around. I believe Bush 2 was a direct result of Bill's penis going where it shouldn't have. I couldn't quite vote for Gore. After he "lost" I came into school and had friends calling me a pussy for complaining. Some of these friends are now liberal activists. Thank God times change.
Next came my first vote, I could get rid of Bush and worked my ass off. All I got was another dissapointment and a completely lifeless candidate.
All that said, this year, I am clearly skeptical. I won't and don't want to declare anything, but I will say this.
The air smelled hopeful this morning, like fall leaves, pumpkin pie, exhaust, and change.
Bob Fantastic
Nov 1, 2008
May I spin you a story
I have not participated in this because any post would be about school, being broke, or politics, all of which in turn suck and are over done. Instead, I will post the beginning of a story I started writing tonight. It's only 2 pages in, but I think it's kind of fun and might give me back the creative energy to be a good enough person to be the awesomeest Bob Fantastic I can be!
So here's something completely different and hopefully more heartlifting than political television ads.
“Wake up dear, wake up,” cried Robert Fantastic to his pleasantly pregnantly plump slumbering wife. “I spun up some breakfast for us Elizabeth. It’s an incredibly-huge-never –bigger type of day!” Before waiting for a response Robert skipped out of the perfectly arched doorway that led into the couple’s colorful, cordial, and all together inviting sleeping chamber, or bedroom as it is provincially called. Once downstairs, Robert turned a corner without stopping. His red and white striped socks sent him almost sliding into a large fishbowl. Its stand, a somewhat precarious little table that balanced on one wheel shook. Fish have to get around some way and unicycles were all the rage. The fish inside went from a beautiful rainbow pattern to an irritated red hue. It swam back and forth quickly and the table steadied.
“Sorry Rod, gotta finish breakfast, I left eggbeaters waiting and I’m afraid they might’ve gone a little crazy while I was waking my beautiful sleeping Moople!” Inside the kitchen beaters were beating and whiskers were whisking while a giant flipperator flipped flapjacks. There were few surfaces not covered in some sort of flower, sugar, yolk, or glittery icing, but right in the middle of the room, on the island, an oasis, untouched by the culinary disaster were two plates beautifully decorated with ever changing images of Autumn leaves falling. Robert pulled out his wand and a bright blue bedazzled fork and waved them in the air while humming a little cooking tune to encourage a perfect presentation. Out of all of the scattered bowls and skillets came food soaring towards the plates. It all froze just before colliding in midair. With a sweeping motion Robert brought the wand and fork down and stopped humming. The food then carefully organized itself on the plates in what could only be described as an artistic breakfast.
“Thank you very much,” said Robert to the disaster of a dining area. He picked up the plates and nodded to two steaming mugs of hot cocoa topped with a glittery pink whipped cream solution that smelled slightly of strawberries and roses. The mugs floated and followed him back up the stairs. Before leaving, he surveyed the damage, and muttered a few nearly inaudible words of clean up. A few of the utinsals flew into a pile in the sink and a little broom began sweeping up all of the food that had been scattered. Sweeping up is litteral in this situation as more food was going into the air than anywhere near the bin in the corner where they kept the leftover mess in case mess was needed later. Robert shrugged, he had never been good at that part of cooking, but the food was always splendid.
He carefully made his way up the stairs, careful not to drop the meticulously homespun meal onto the cushy violet carpet. Flowers bloomed along the edges of the steps and brought life to the stair well. He could’ve levitated the plates as well, but Robert sometimes liked to have his hands in his own handywandwork.
“Breakfast is served,” he shouted in a voice too excited to be sympathetic to the woman still snoring loudly. The sun shone through the window onto her face and her mountain of a belly. The clock on the wall held a nine in one hand and two zeroes in the other. It smiled and looked over to Robert, wondering if it should go off as it was told or just keep telling time in silence. Robert nodded and set the food down on the night stand. “Mooptroop, this just won’t do.”
The end for now...
(and no Morgan is not Pregnant)
So here's something completely different and hopefully more heartlifting than political television ads.
“Wake up dear, wake up,” cried Robert Fantastic to his pleasantly pregnantly plump slumbering wife. “I spun up some breakfast for us Elizabeth. It’s an incredibly-huge-never –bigger type of day!” Before waiting for a response Robert skipped out of the perfectly arched doorway that led into the couple’s colorful, cordial, and all together inviting sleeping chamber, or bedroom as it is provincially called. Once downstairs, Robert turned a corner without stopping. His red and white striped socks sent him almost sliding into a large fishbowl. Its stand, a somewhat precarious little table that balanced on one wheel shook. Fish have to get around some way and unicycles were all the rage. The fish inside went from a beautiful rainbow pattern to an irritated red hue. It swam back and forth quickly and the table steadied.
“Sorry Rod, gotta finish breakfast, I left eggbeaters waiting and I’m afraid they might’ve gone a little crazy while I was waking my beautiful sleeping Moople!” Inside the kitchen beaters were beating and whiskers were whisking while a giant flipperator flipped flapjacks. There were few surfaces not covered in some sort of flower, sugar, yolk, or glittery icing, but right in the middle of the room, on the island, an oasis, untouched by the culinary disaster were two plates beautifully decorated with ever changing images of Autumn leaves falling. Robert pulled out his wand and a bright blue bedazzled fork and waved them in the air while humming a little cooking tune to encourage a perfect presentation. Out of all of the scattered bowls and skillets came food soaring towards the plates. It all froze just before colliding in midair. With a sweeping motion Robert brought the wand and fork down and stopped humming. The food then carefully organized itself on the plates in what could only be described as an artistic breakfast.
“Thank you very much,” said Robert to the disaster of a dining area. He picked up the plates and nodded to two steaming mugs of hot cocoa topped with a glittery pink whipped cream solution that smelled slightly of strawberries and roses. The mugs floated and followed him back up the stairs. Before leaving, he surveyed the damage, and muttered a few nearly inaudible words of clean up. A few of the utinsals flew into a pile in the sink and a little broom began sweeping up all of the food that had been scattered. Sweeping up is litteral in this situation as more food was going into the air than anywhere near the bin in the corner where they kept the leftover mess in case mess was needed later. Robert shrugged, he had never been good at that part of cooking, but the food was always splendid.
He carefully made his way up the stairs, careful not to drop the meticulously homespun meal onto the cushy violet carpet. Flowers bloomed along the edges of the steps and brought life to the stair well. He could’ve levitated the plates as well, but Robert sometimes liked to have his hands in his own handywandwork.
“Breakfast is served,” he shouted in a voice too excited to be sympathetic to the woman still snoring loudly. The sun shone through the window onto her face and her mountain of a belly. The clock on the wall held a nine in one hand and two zeroes in the other. It smiled and looked over to Robert, wondering if it should go off as it was told or just keep telling time in silence. Robert nodded and set the food down on the night stand. “Mooptroop, this just won’t do.”
The end for now...
(and no Morgan is not Pregnant)
Oct 2, 2008
Sara Pallin makes me drink
I promised I would never drink on a school night. Never, I have to be very careful not to fuck myself with alcohol, but this vice presidential debate is disgusting. Snarky remarks do not equal smart. Fuck this. The republicans are responsible for tomorrow's hangover.
Vote Obama or basically go to hell,
Bob
Vote Obama or basically go to hell,
Bob
Sep 25, 2008
Economy is in the toilet
Alright, according to this website I have 8 minutes to post this until the site goes down. I don't even think it'll take that fucking long. We're in a country right now where the economy is in the toilet. I know nothing about the economy and have been trying very hard not to comment. However, the one thing I know is that billionaires get zero sympathy from me. I care about the people with loans or credit card debt from hard times or just dumb decision making who are trying to pull out and are probably not going to be bailed out by any government attempt.
It makes me sick to think that of that 700 billion the government is proposing most of it won't go to student and housing loans that got lost, it'll goo to corporate leaders who could use being taken down a peg.
That is all...
Oh yeah, and if they don't have friday in the presidential election, I may burn something.
Bullshit...
I know, very literate, but I had 8 minutes, now I have three and I have not much else left to say. I want to see one of the experts from Merryl Linch or other explain how they fucked up this bad. I don't know how and won't pretend, they're the experts and they destroyed the economy. Where does it go from here? Craigs list, farmers markets, and book stores I hope.
Peace,
Bob
It makes me sick to think that of that 700 billion the government is proposing most of it won't go to student and housing loans that got lost, it'll goo to corporate leaders who could use being taken down a peg.
That is all...
Oh yeah, and if they don't have friday in the presidential election, I may burn something.
Bullshit...
I know, very literate, but I had 8 minutes, now I have three and I have not much else left to say. I want to see one of the experts from Merryl Linch or other explain how they fucked up this bad. I don't know how and won't pretend, they're the experts and they destroyed the economy. Where does it go from here? Craigs list, farmers markets, and book stores I hope.
Peace,
Bob
Sep 18, 2008
Own Up
This is going to be quick because I have to run and catch a plane to Pittsburgh. Today's topic: admitting you're wrong. It's something I don't usually have a problem doing, but in the world of sports and celebrities (and most people) there's usual no fault for them and if there is there's a big but(t) involved.
Hence I am thrilled by NFL ref Ed Hochulli being a stand up person, and publically admitting a horrible officiating error without any justification and then saying that he's responding to all of his hate mail.
This is the play in question:
Most people would've said the sun was in my eye or implied that it was somehow justified by their angle or blamed the instant replay machine but he took it all on himself. Compare that to the Chargers coach Norv Turner who basically blamed the entire game on Hochulli even though it's Turner's fault the Chargers were in the position to begin with.
If I was a Chargers fan I'd be pissed but I'd also appreciate the honesty. Also I think we can all learn something from this. If you fuck up, admit it at least this guy will respect you a little more (unless you screw over Penn State or the Steelers).
Hence I am thrilled by NFL ref Ed Hochulli being a stand up person, and publically admitting a horrible officiating error without any justification and then saying that he's responding to all of his hate mail.
This is the play in question:
Most people would've said the sun was in my eye or implied that it was somehow justified by their angle or blamed the instant replay machine but he took it all on himself. Compare that to the Chargers coach Norv Turner who basically blamed the entire game on Hochulli even though it's Turner's fault the Chargers were in the position to begin with.
If I was a Chargers fan I'd be pissed but I'd also appreciate the honesty. Also I think we can all learn something from this. If you fuck up, admit it at least this guy will respect you a little more (unless you screw over Penn State or the Steelers).
Sep 5, 2008
Metal Detectors are AWESOME
I've been off for about a week now and have seen a commercial for metal detectors over and over again. I'm not quite sure who it's trying to market towards. It seems to be tailored to grandpas and soccer moms (or hockey moms like Sara Palin I'm sure). I'm going camping in a week and I caught myself thinking, "hey Bob you could use one of those, maybe you could find a bullet casing from the original settlers of the Oregon Trail or maybe pirate gold."
Of course, I don't really want one, butt my interest was peaked, so I decided to do a little research. I want to know what a metal detector really is and who wants one. First, like any good investigator I went straight to wikipidia the home of the democratization of knowledge and truth. Wiki states, "metal detectors are pick elephants" or " Metal detectors use electromagnetic induction to detect metal. Uses include de-mining (the detection of land mines), the detection of weapons such as knives and guns, especially at airports, geophysical prospecting, archaeology and treasure hunting." It's great that wiki is so in love freedom that it misspelled archeology in its description.
That knowledge there, beyond the pink elephant part really wasn't too helpful. I mean, duh, of course they can be used for getting rid of mines, but I want to get to the treasure hunting. Therefore, I went to the home of all investigation GOOGLE! and typed in and without even ordering a metal detector or getting a free catalog I stumbled on a treasure trove of knowledge: Gometaldetecting.com .
Here, they are so confident that metal detecting is going to yield the greatest of all pirate treasures that they even have a section on measuring your gold. Apparently one should use a scale. This surprised me, because usually I throw things into the air and time how long it takes them to come to the Earth, then using the force with which they were thrown (usually massive) and the gravity constant 9.8m/s^2 to determine the mass. I've been doing that for years. It's especially a pain while cooking and all I had to do was measure it on a scale. Oh boy,gold, but what if I want something more magical. The site also offers confident stories of "relic hunters" who find swords in stones with their metal detectors. I thought Excalibur was just a comic with Captain Britain and a terrible movie where Uther Pendragon gets it on in full body armor, but now, some dude in Germany found it. Here's his description straight from Gometaldetecting.com :
If you find Excalibur, here's the life you can expect:
The next step is to find one and buy it. Since I hate shopping, I decided I'd go to the internet's metal detector superstore! There I found exactly what I need for camping next week so that I can learn that King Arthur actually came back after his death to America and welcomed Lewis and Clark to the Pacific Ocean. The Whites Limited Edition Metal Detector with one goal GO DEEP! I get emails all the time telling me I can learn to go deeper, but never have I seen something so official looking. According to the unbiased review: HERE'S the MAGIC: Ingeniously designed inside and out, it's surprisingly light and perfectly balanced. Hunted out? Not a chance! Go back over those previously hunted spots with a DFX or MXT 300 and get another 1" + in depth!"
I couldn't wait till it came in the mail until I realized that I had to pay now. They wouldn't let me pay them later in all the pirate gold and relics I found while camping, so I guess metal detecting will have to wait. Maybe I'll just spend my time on the beach while camping, reading, drinking, making out, and talking to good friends instead of finding my fortune buried conveniently in the completely undisturbed sand of the Oregon coastline. While I smoke a cigar and sit back with a glass of wine under the sunset, I'll bemoan what could have been: This guys with his rocking soundtrack and all!
or this guy and his little bit of saliva and obvious excitement over finding a nickel. Also, who is ok with him digging up a football field. THERE'S NOT PIRATE TREASURE THERE, you'll never be able to pay off the detector with nickels!
Peace,
Bob Fantastic
Of course, I don't really want one, butt my interest was peaked, so I decided to do a little research. I want to know what a metal detector really is and who wants one. First, like any good investigator I went straight to wikipidia the home of the democratization of knowledge and truth. Wiki states, "metal detectors are pick elephants" or " Metal detectors use electromagnetic induction to detect metal. Uses include de-mining (the detection of land mines), the detection of weapons such as knives and guns, especially at airports, geophysical prospecting, archaeology and treasure hunting." It's great that wiki is so in love freedom that it misspelled archeology in its description.
That knowledge there, beyond the pink elephant part really wasn't too helpful. I mean, duh, of course they can be used for getting rid of mines, but I want to get to the treasure hunting. Therefore, I went to the home of all investigation GOOGLE! and typed in and without even ordering a metal detector or getting a free catalog I stumbled on a treasure trove of knowledge: Gometaldetecting.com .
Here, they are so confident that metal detecting is going to yield the greatest of all pirate treasures that they even have a section on measuring your gold. Apparently one should use a scale. This surprised me, because usually I throw things into the air and time how long it takes them to come to the Earth, then using the force with which they were thrown (usually massive) and the gravity constant 9.8m/s^2 to determine the mass. I've been doing that for years. It's especially a pain while cooking and all I had to do was measure it on a scale. Oh boy,gold, but what if I want something more magical. The site also offers confident stories of "relic hunters" who find swords in stones with their metal detectors. I thought Excalibur was just a comic with Captain Britain and a terrible movie where Uther Pendragon gets it on in full body armor, but now, some dude in Germany found it. Here's his description straight from Gometaldetecting.com :
Armed with the gas burner and a couple of spare cartridges we returned to the find spot it was completely undisturbed and within minutes Chris had reduced the root to charcoal. A slight tug on the sword tang and the blade slid easily from the crack revealed in its full glory. Incredibly the blade was still very flexible, although heavily surface rusted it was complete and over three and half feet in length. It was a typical sixth century pagan longsword without a crossguard. Swords from this period very often only had a wood or bone and leather hilt which doesnt survive. The condition was outstanding, I`d only ever seen examples of this kind of sword that had been excavated as grave goods in museums and these examples had been virtually destroyed through burial decay.
If you find Excalibur, here's the life you can expect:
The next step is to find one and buy it. Since I hate shopping, I decided I'd go to the internet's metal detector superstore! There I found exactly what I need for camping next week so that I can learn that King Arthur actually came back after his death to America and welcomed Lewis and Clark to the Pacific Ocean. The Whites Limited Edition Metal Detector with one goal GO DEEP! I get emails all the time telling me I can learn to go deeper, but never have I seen something so official looking. According to the unbiased review: HERE'S the MAGIC: Ingeniously designed inside and out, it's surprisingly light and perfectly balanced. Hunted out? Not a chance! Go back over those previously hunted spots with a DFX or MXT 300 and get another 1" + in depth!"
I couldn't wait till it came in the mail until I realized that I had to pay now. They wouldn't let me pay them later in all the pirate gold and relics I found while camping, so I guess metal detecting will have to wait. Maybe I'll just spend my time on the beach while camping, reading, drinking, making out, and talking to good friends instead of finding my fortune buried conveniently in the completely undisturbed sand of the Oregon coastline. While I smoke a cigar and sit back with a glass of wine under the sunset, I'll bemoan what could have been: This guys with his rocking soundtrack and all!
or this guy and his little bit of saliva and obvious excitement over finding a nickel. Also, who is ok with him digging up a football field. THERE'S NOT PIRATE TREASURE THERE, you'll never be able to pay off the detector with nickels!
Peace,
Bob Fantastic
Sep 1, 2008
Super Smash Brothers and My Abhorance to Online Video Gaming
Today has been an eye opening day. I was originally going to finish and post an essay here about how sliding scale economics need to be brought back to the medical field, but that will have to wait to another day because I have much more important things to discuss here. Earth shattering things. Things that may make you laugh, may make you cry and may make you wonder when you look at the person sitting next to you on the bus.
I have never made it a secret that I am not a fan of online gaming. Meaning massively life sucking role playing games or running around and shooting eachother in "accurate" World War II simulators. This came mostly from a roommate of mine who never left the dorm room due to his addiction to Ultima Online.
I've been told that these games aren't necessarily that bad. People can play them recreationally, but I have yet to see it. There are support groups out there. If you were looking for your next fix of creating a female elf character online go find some real porn and then go listen to a record and play Nintendo with someone sitting next to you, read a book, or maybe even go to the mall and buy some soap.
Until today I hadn't played games online much. I had done a three day tour of duty on Warcraft until I realized that it was four in the morning and I had just spent the last 3 hours trying to find 12 red bandannas and 14 fish scales for Edna's farm. Today however, I played the XBox for the first time and engaged in Soul Caliber IV online. I was a douche. I played as Yoda over and over again and ended up winning some online matches against some people that had 40 hours of play under their belt.
No one had heckled me and I could quit whenever. I left feeling quite good about my time playing Soul Caliber online. My friend had almost convinced me that playing a game against an invisible fifteen year old playing as only girls in bikinis was ok, it was all in good fun.
I decided I'd go home and try one or two of my own online games out. I plugged in Super Smash Brothers and got online and started playing matches online. I was wiggling my Wii Remote and having a blast until I started playing with two people whom I will call P2 and P3. Note that one the Wii online play is anonomous and you can't pick who you play with although you can keep playing with the same people fight after fight if you want to.
P2 played only as Link and P3 played only as Zelda and mid fight they would find a corner and make their characters pretend to fuck by having them crouch alternately (one down one up) over and over again. If you tryed to interupt, the couple would team up can kick your ass.
IT'S A DAMN KIDS GAME. What the hell? It's going to take a lot to coax me to ever play an online game again, or some beer, or a really hot pixalated character. I guess the point of this is to say get a life, write a book, write a poem and then go back and play video games but pretending to fuck with Nintendo characters does not count as social or as a sex life.
I have never made it a secret that I am not a fan of online gaming. Meaning massively life sucking role playing games or running around and shooting eachother in "accurate" World War II simulators. This came mostly from a roommate of mine who never left the dorm room due to his addiction to Ultima Online.
I've been told that these games aren't necessarily that bad. People can play them recreationally, but I have yet to see it. There are support groups out there. If you were looking for your next fix of creating a female elf character online go find some real porn and then go listen to a record and play Nintendo with someone sitting next to you, read a book, or maybe even go to the mall and buy some soap.
Until today I hadn't played games online much. I had done a three day tour of duty on Warcraft until I realized that it was four in the morning and I had just spent the last 3 hours trying to find 12 red bandannas and 14 fish scales for Edna's farm. Today however, I played the XBox for the first time and engaged in Soul Caliber IV online. I was a douche. I played as Yoda over and over again and ended up winning some online matches against some people that had 40 hours of play under their belt.
No one had heckled me and I could quit whenever. I left feeling quite good about my time playing Soul Caliber online. My friend had almost convinced me that playing a game against an invisible fifteen year old playing as only girls in bikinis was ok, it was all in good fun.
I decided I'd go home and try one or two of my own online games out. I plugged in Super Smash Brothers and got online and started playing matches online. I was wiggling my Wii Remote and having a blast until I started playing with two people whom I will call P2 and P3. Note that one the Wii online play is anonomous and you can't pick who you play with although you can keep playing with the same people fight after fight if you want to.
P2 played only as Link and P3 played only as Zelda and mid fight they would find a corner and make their characters pretend to fuck by having them crouch alternately (one down one up) over and over again. If you tryed to interupt, the couple would team up can kick your ass.
IT'S A DAMN KIDS GAME. What the hell? It's going to take a lot to coax me to ever play an online game again, or some beer, or a really hot pixalated character. I guess the point of this is to say get a life, write a book, write a poem and then go back and play video games but pretending to fuck with Nintendo characters does not count as social or as a sex life.
Aug 26, 2008
Hariet and Hillary...
Wow, I posted 20 minutes ago and I'm back again. I wanted to post a quick response to Hillary Clinton's speech at the Democratic Convention. It was excellent and unifying I guess for any jackass saying that they'll never vote for Obama because they liked Hillary. (I understand preferring Hilary over Obama, but there is no rational reason to not vote or vote McCain over Obama) If you are in that camp and were not swayed tonight, you are indeed a jackass. I wonder if those speeches really make a difference. Hillary quoted Harriet Tubman. Wasn't there someone more modern she could quote? The she ended by wishing everyone Godspeed. Apparently we all need to go somewhere really fast. She didn't say where and I can't necessarily go rush out and vote for Obama at 8:15 on August 26th.
Good speech though and hopefully a few idiots were swayed by their cult leader's words. Hillary is great, but she isn't the most amazing woman in an office. She was a first lady and then a 2 term senator. There are a lot of other women out there that have overcome much greater odds than being married to a popular president and becoming a senator in a liberal state.
I want Hillary involved. Give her a position in the cabinet and help her get universal health care passed, but Barrack Obama should and hopefully will be president. Harriet Tubman said so...
So did Helen Keller.
Yay for cheep jokes,
Peace,
Bob Fantastic
Good speech though and hopefully a few idiots were swayed by their cult leader's words. Hillary is great, but she isn't the most amazing woman in an office. She was a first lady and then a 2 term senator. There are a lot of other women out there that have overcome much greater odds than being married to a popular president and becoming a senator in a liberal state.
I want Hillary involved. Give her a position in the cabinet and help her get universal health care passed, but Barrack Obama should and hopefully will be president. Harriet Tubman said so...
So did Helen Keller.
Yay for cheep jokes,
Peace,
Bob Fantastic
Quick Post,
The zine symposium turned out alright. I learned a lot, which was the goal. Next time I'm going to have a lot more time to make it look prettier. I had to rush the formatting an awful lot because of classes and having zero time, and what I finished did not look anywhere near as good as it did on original or in my head. Of course, compared to other people's art there, mine sucks, but I've always wanted to be more of writer than an artist.
Onward and upward I say...I found a post online saying my art was painful and design bad and I can't argue, but I'm learning and I think people will still enjoy it. Much love and respect, peace, I'm going to get to googling myself.
The zine symposium turned out alright. I learned a lot, which was the goal. Next time I'm going to have a lot more time to make it look prettier. I had to rush the formatting an awful lot because of classes and having zero time, and what I finished did not look anywhere near as good as it did on original or in my head. Of course, compared to other people's art there, mine sucks, but I've always wanted to be more of writer than an artist.
Onward and upward I say...I found a post online saying my art was painful and design bad and I can't argue, but I'm learning and I think people will still enjoy it. Much love and respect, peace, I'm going to get to googling myself.
Aug 24, 2008
Day 2 Zine Symposium
It's 7am, I'm doing chemistry because life mihgt immitate art, but it also doesn't stop, and I have to learn chemistry. Day 2 is today. I'm actually going to bring the camera that I said I would bring today and maybe even walk around and try to be more social. I as dumbfounded yesterday by the sheer amount of people with completely rad things there. Today, I won't be shocked at all and should be in a much better place to have fun. My table will have a newly purchased High School Musical Balloon.
Peace, Love, and Rock and Roll
Bob
Peace, Love, and Rock and Roll
Bob
Aug 23, 2008
Zine Symposium today, and a slight introduction to music
I'm hoping a few people make their way to this site today after visiting the zine symposium at Portland State. Here goes nothing. My cookies are in the over, so that I have something at the table other than an old Optimus Prime toy, my zine, and my chemistry book (the book has become something of a comfort blanket: think Linus from Peanuts + studying.) So I hope you took a cookie and acquired a zine for what I'm thinking will be about a dollar, and left happy. I'm going to put up an absorbadent, probably meaning two, pictures on here after the symposium, if Morgan is willing to help me. Again, I'm terribly sorry about the shitty website, but I don't know how to do much more, but am going to learn. But anyway (Blues Traveler said that), I think it's time to tell a silly story...
So my first cd was Boyz II Men. I was having a conversation about this the other day, specifically focused on how the hell that was my first cd. My 5th grade self was not deeply into R&B or harmony for that matter. I think the only music I knew at that point was Queen's Greatest Hits volume 2, fading memories of New Kids songs, Disney, and a whole ton of Neil Young songs.
That year I had bought a huge boombox at circuit city. It was fabulous and off brand (Sanjo I believe) and lasted a good 12 years, may it rest in peace. However, I didn't know what music to buy. I didn't have that many friends and no older siblings to guide my music listening.
On Christmas day, I excitedly ran downstairs, ecstatic to see what was under the tree. I found a package that would over the years be felt many many too many times: a cd case. I ripped into the wrapping paper and then into the then mysterious plastic shrink wrap to find out what was indeed inside. I ran upstairs and stuck it in my boom box, which I carried down on my shoulder like I'd seen people doing on TV. This was going to be awesome. I was ready to hear a guitar, but what to my wondering ears do I hear: smooth harmonies and some fabulous Philadelphia R&B meets boy band.
I can't lie, I liked it, I listened to it over and over again, until I got a Green Day cd, and even then it took a while for that first album to work its way out of rotation. The question that stuck in my brain was how did that cd become my first album. My dad doesn't listen to R&B and neither does my mother. They most certainly didn't listen to modern pop radio or watch VH1. My dad claims I asked for the cd, which isn't true because I had never heard of Boyz II Men, so I called my mother, who claims that a friend of the family who was living with us at the time, told my parents that Boyz II Men was what all the cool kids were listening to. Not Nirvana, not Soundgarden, or anything else with guitars and rock: Boyz II Men.
So this post is in honor of that cd and the fact that my first slow dance ever at a rec center on the Isle of Palms in South Carolina with a girls who's name I never learned to forget, and who I ran away from the rest of the night after my friend decided to walk up behind us and start yelling "Go Bobby, it's your birthday" was to the sounds of "I'll Make Love to You" (except not performed in Korea) by none other than Boyz II Men.
It must have effected my music taste somehow, but that's a subject for another time, I mean they did give me a great appreciation for the Beatles. The cookies are done and I need to attend to my hygiene before I leave for the symposium. Hope I meet you there and don't come off as some overweight jerk who spent his morning eating cookie dough and thinking about 5th grade.
Aug 16, 2008
Almost time for the symposium
So it's almost time for the zine symposium. I'm hoping to put a little more up on this site between now and then but that is certainly a questionable task. I finished the zine today. Citric Acid Skin Irritation is completed. There's a small sick twisted part of me that's going to try and finish Cold Russian Steal by Saturday, but I don't know if that will happen. Either way I'm pretty psyched. I'm actually putting something into the world that wasn't there before, even if only some 12 people ever read it.
So if you somehow end up here by accident cool, there's nothing really to look at yet, but in the near future stuff will be here. Much love and rock and roll!
Here's a piece of fabulous Stanley Mathews work:
Shit, Shit, Shit,
It's hot and I don't own air,
how can you sell air
AC AC AC
You can't get to DC
without AC,
I will not be shook all night long,
without AC,
107 degrees inside,
my ass is sweaty.
Sweaty Anus...
So if you somehow end up here by accident cool, there's nothing really to look at yet, but in the near future stuff will be here. Much love and rock and roll!
Here's a piece of fabulous Stanley Mathews work:
Shit, Shit, Shit,
It's hot and I don't own air,
how can you sell air
AC AC AC
You can't get to DC
without AC,
I will not be shook all night long,
without AC,
107 degrees inside,
my ass is sweaty.
Sweaty Anus...
Jun 29, 2008
No idea how to work a Blog...
IS THIS THING ON AT ALL...Mic Test Mic Test, One Two Three, I can't tell if anyone out there is listening. This is the sound test before the rock show and I'm the fat roadie with long hair and indistinguishable tattoos going into my one hit song, "Test One Two" and thinking God life kind of Rocks for the most part. THESE PEOPLE LOVE ME!
This blog is to give people a taste of IfICouldSingThisWouldBeARecordLabel Publishing (a nonexistent organization consisting of one man and sometimes his wife that has yet to ever release anything, but more on that later...) So without further ado, I will hand this post over to myself...
I am Bob Fantastic, the decider and legomaster of this terribly simple website that features zero magical web content. IICSTWBARL Publishing is something I'm starting so that I can have an outlet for whatever the hell I want to think about and say. As far as plans go, that's as far as it goes. I will be publishing my first zine featuring poetry, art, stories, rants, profanity, and a really short comic in the very near future. Publishing means photocopying and begging places that rock to put them somewhere on a shelf in between the X-Men and Jesus Night Lights.
Once I figure out how I'll post some art and poetry, enjoy the heat, I'm going to go outside because the 100 degrees out there is cooler than where I'm sitting now...
This blog is to give people a taste of IfICouldSingThisWouldBeARecordLabel Publishing (a nonexistent organization consisting of one man and sometimes his wife that has yet to ever release anything, but more on that later...) So without further ado, I will hand this post over to myself...
I am Bob Fantastic, the decider and legomaster of this terribly simple website that features zero magical web content. IICSTWBARL Publishing is something I'm starting so that I can have an outlet for whatever the hell I want to think about and say. As far as plans go, that's as far as it goes. I will be publishing my first zine featuring poetry, art, stories, rants, profanity, and a really short comic in the very near future. Publishing means photocopying and begging places that rock to put them somewhere on a shelf in between the X-Men and Jesus Night Lights.
Once I figure out how I'll post some art and poetry, enjoy the heat, I'm going to go outside because the 100 degrees out there is cooler than where I'm sitting now...
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