Stop Playing Pokemon Ironically

Seriously. Cut that shit out.
Yes, I can see your Game Boy Color. That copy of Pokemon Red that you've kept hidden under your bed for years. I bet you think you look pretty retro, huh? Pretty fucking 1998, right? Well in all honestly you might, but why would you want to?
I know, I know. There's too many Pokemon today, right? The original 150 were the best, right?
Whatever.
If you'd like to join the rest of us in 2011, Pokemon Black and White versions are absolutely excellent, and if you actually do like Pokemon (which I doubt) you'd probably find yourself having a lot of fun playing the new games.
Though the unfortunate reality is that you'll probably get bored before you even get your first badge.
You're not impressing anyone.

Glenn Hurricane Schwartz Is A Devil Worshipper

A Species Observed

Let us speak, dear readers, on a particular variety of person, one that seems to almost haunt the realms of humanity as a whole.  I do not speak of some bizarre creature or inhuman beast; no dear readers, I speak of the species known only as the douchebag.  They go by many names, among which are Chet, Brett, Jr, and any other name that is immediately associated with keg parties, Jeeps, and questionable headgear placement.  This class of human is quite different from you and I, dear readers, and do not subscribe to our societal norms.  They speak the language of popped collars, frat parties, and Madden.  It would not do well to try and learn their culture; to understand the way they tick, for that way lies madness.  We can but look at them from afar, and observe them in their natural habitat: High School.  It almost seems as if the lifespan of the douchebag reaches it crux once upon entering high school, for it is there that the douchebag can flourish, unbidden from responsibilities, free to do as they please.  This brings me to my next point, dear readers:  Where does the Douchebag come from?  There is not enough white-trash-with-money families in the world to raise near enough the amount that are seen in the world today, are they in fact, cultivated?  Is there, some place in the world, where douchebags are grown, ready to be unleashed on the world at large?  These are thoughts too large for one to grasp, so we shall let them be, for now.  But keep in mind, people of the douchebag-era, when you meet a Brett, Dex, or Keith on the street, be kind, and do not let their teabagging ways affect you in the slightest, be kind to them; for they are not like us, and soon they will see how the world despises their kind, and simply fade away, never to be seen again, except as the voice in our ear, screaming profane comments about our racial background or parentage, during a game of Slayer.  Don't let it worry you, for they have no future, and will be dead shortly.

Sorry, Empire State Building, you could never be an eleven wheeled fire truck.

Everything has to start somewhere, right? While this doesn't exactly look like much right now, I'm hoping that over time Jack and I can establish some semblance of something that someone might actually enjoy reading. I have wanted to create a blog for some time now, but I didn't really feel like anything I could come up with by myself would really be all that interesting. When I came to the realization that my opinion on things differs perfectly from the way Jack looks at them, I figured we were good to go. Personally, I feel that most things become more enjoyable when you are able to see more than one side of them. There is currently no limit of boundaries of the topics we will cover, because I also feel that if we truly have something here, it will sort of just work it's way out on its own. In closing, I'm about to go obnoxiously post the hell out of this link until people take notice, so for anyone reading in the interim, great things are ahead. Just bear with us until we can get into the swing of things.

Much love,
Russ out

To New Students, Welcome, To Returning Students, Welcome Back.

Salutations.

My name is Jack.  Just Jack, if you prefer.  This simple post is but the first of (hopefully) many to come.  For those of you who are aware of my presence, howdy.  For those among the majority, the hordes of stumblers coming and going, welcome.  This blog is the direct result of a plan hatched by one of my fellow cohorts, Russ, whose heady words, dripping with commentary, will appear here with haste.  We plan to utilize this space in a rather different way than the unwashed masses of our many acquaintances.  Our thoughts and opinions, we feel, are often worlds apart from our "peers" if we can suffice to call them that.  We felt that our unique worldview was languishing, unused in our current environment, to which the word "hostile would in fact be an understatement.  So we decided to craft this blog out of the great canvas of the Internet, where all is seen and heard.  We want to try and encapsulate our thoughts and feeling, distill them down to absolute quintessence, ready to be drunk by the information starved people of this age.  Our observations will be wide and all consuming, a maw into which the world will fall.  So welcome, all ye who venture here, for here there be dragons.     (Pic From xkcd.com)