Tuesday, February 23, 2010

I will have sex with anyone who knows who this is a picture of



Today is a first of firsts. I’m writing this as I ride the 63 Ossington bus at 1:33 in the morning. Early by my usual standards. Hopefully there will be a tasty breakfast waiting for me in the morning to dissuade me from sleeping in until 3 in the afternoon. I’m supposed to be going to the gym on a more regular basis. I’m debating switching back to the traditional, textbook boxing gym in the Hungarian cultural centre in my neighbourhood after my BJJ membership is up.

It’s just that when your first fighting style (Karate, black belt) involved kicking on a regular basis, it’s hard to cut that out of your muscle memory. I always worried that during a real amateur fight I would involuntarily throw a roundhouse kick to some guy’s head and get disqualified.

So many people ask what happened to our blog. Did we get lazy? Is school just giving us too much pressure? I’m out of school this year so I have no excuse, but it takes 3 to tango, maybe even 4 if Jamesforlife still posted. I’m not the only one to blame here. Writing is a dangerous act. I can never get too personal or risk destroying that delicate balance of humour we have established. Not to mention I personally know a big portion of our audience, and I wouldn’t dare offend them on the interwebz.

Finding topics that haven’t been discussed ad nauseam (ie. Homeless people, music, workplace boredom, memes) is becoming pretty difficult.

So now I must ask. What are the deepest, most mysterious things you ponder? Tell me please, I really need to know.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Where's the Internet My Grandfather Created?


I just want you to know I teetered on naming this post, "My Grandfather would spit on this internet."

Sometimes I get questions like, “Why didn’t you come to the party last night?”

To which I invariably respond, “What party?”

Usually the host will comment that an invite was sent trough a certain social networking site.

Sometimes I get more direct questions involving the social networking giant whose name will not be mentioned here unless they pay me.

Questions like, “Why don’t you keep your (social networking site) status more current? (I don’t believe it has been updated since Halloween.)

Well I thought about it and have come to the conclusion that it’s too easy. You can pretty much get away with anything on (social networking site). Post whatever photos you want, like you are a super model. Post where you’ve been, where you’re going, even where you hope you may be going. Post anything you want at all, all day long and nobody is there to make you think twice. The new internet is a whipitty woop super fun place for EVERYONE. And that is just not the kind of internet I knew growing up. Where are the unofficial police? Where are the people holding us accountable for our actions? Where are the Trolls.

(Social networking site) Is too friendly. Too often I see people posting ridiculous photos, or song lyrics as their status. The fact of the matter is 90% of (social networking site) users have no idea what the internet is all about.

I think a brief history on the internet and its Trolls would be beneficial here.

500 years ago when my great grand-dad invented the internet in an effort to stop Mexico engaging in Mexican type activities, he allowed for a small number of people with no manners or common decency to use his invention. No one really knows why he let them in. Some say it was a programming error, but others believe he knew what he was doing all along, that he knew the crucial role they would play. They were brutes, they would contradict anything and everything said without proof, and seemingly without intent. They snarled at you just to provoke a reaction. In no time at all they earned the moniker, “Troll.” Needless to say they were loathed and feared. Expert Trolls could take almost anything posted on a message board and twist it to make you look like an absolute ass monkey. Or worse yet, they could flame you. They could summon the powers of the English language and flame the pride out of you. Some said they could flame the RAM right out of your motherboard. Being flamed could even sometimes result in, ‘The Pain’ and could keep some people from ever posting again. People banned together against the Trolls and vowed not to grant them access to favourite internet hang out spots. (which really all forums and message boards are). But it was the internet...and with the technology of the time you couldn’t really stop the Trolls except for one at a time. And so the Trolls remained, keeping everyone honest and on their best behaviour, and deep down people knew the Trolls were for the best. Now it was a well kept secret that the Trolls livelihood depended on the fear that internet citizens had of them. And as people learned to live with the Troll, their power subsided. But, ‘The Pain’ of being Trolled has been passed down throughout the generations and lives in the heart of every true citizen of the internet. Keeping the small population who can remember those times savvy internet users.

Where are the Trolls now? Rumour has it they all live together in some mystical ungodly place known as 4chan, (also said to be the nexus of the internet) waiting for the internet to be ripe for their presence again. Legend has it they have been honing their skills, Trolling each other and keeping, ‘The Pain’ and ‘The Fear’ alive. In any case, there are no true Trolls left in the modern internet, and with their extinction the modern internet has become soft and mushy and full of females. Everyone knows the Trolls were keeping females off the internet. Have you ever seen a woman being Trolled? It’s possibly the saddest and yet most heart wrenchingly hilarious thing.

With the Trolls gone the Trolled have remade the internet in their own image. Comment after comment about how cute a girl looks is fine. But where is the comment stating how fat she looks? Where is the Troll? I guarantee she will think twice about posting a photo in those jeans again. She may or may not be fat. That is really beside the point.

Which brings me back on topic. (Social networking site) has made it almost impossible to effectively Troll. I myself, after having realized the sad truth that the lack of Trolls is ruining the popular internet have tried Trolling several members of the (social networking site) with varying degrees of success. Within minutes my Troll message was erased by the Trolled, or the Trolled would erase their own message that I was Trolling. I consider the latter a small success. In the old days you may not have been able to delete an ignorant post and so everyone would be held powerless and merely watch as they were Trolled. I suppose if the Trolled deletes an ugly photo or status update, at least it isn’t there anymore. Recently I saw a comment on a status by an individual whose last name was, “Swaggerdeep.” I suppose that last name was regarded as gully, or sick by the individual. Rightly I commented that Swaggerdeep sounds like something a bar slut would do if paid handsomely. Within minutes his comment in the comment chain disappeared. You have that power. I call upon all who do not wish to see the true internet die, to Troll harder. To Troll with a vengeance, really.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Okay You Guys...


I will give 100 million dollars to some one who can find anything nerdier than this.
Swear to god.


Friday, February 19, 2010

You, me and Mimi talking about Memes, Drinking coffee with sugar and creams


It was a sad day when I realized I was Bachelor Frog.
But also rather liberating.
I'm sitting on the toilet as I type this.

LAWL

Memes are a weird thing. I used to think they were pronounced (mii-miis). I used to be an idiot but the doctors cured me. My girlfriend maintains that I have to much faith in the medical community.
Remember the dancing baby? The hamster dance? Do you think that one day all the things you find on the internet that you know and love will one day go the path of the dancing baby? Swallowed into the ever existing landfill of useless shit A.K.A. 99.99% of the internet besides Wikipedia, Facebook and CMoG?

And soundcloud. But we'll get to that later.

I really hope not. I would list all the things that I think are awesome that I wish could stay relevant forever, but chances are, by the time you read this, they're already irrelevant. It's gotten to the point where cultural works and ideas have such a short shelf life that I wonder if society is ready to just collapse upon itself. Remember the Renaissance? That shit lasted THREE CENTURIES!!! Now every day there's ten bazillion new inventions, ideas or books or songs or movies or youtube videos or whatthefuckever, all ready to become cultural memes that will last about a month at most.
I blame 4chan.
Then again, I still rick roll people.

Yo, so Sound Cloud. You know how myspace has music pages? Soundcloud is like the facebook of Myspace Music.
Simple layout, easily interfaced with other social networking sites, no bullshit.
Give it a try.
Maybe we'll start doing audio remixes of all our blog posts. If we do, you know the first place you're gonna find them is?
That's right, Sound Cloud dot com baby.


Saturday, February 13, 2010

Thursday, February 11, 2010

CSI COMIC CHALLENGE 2010!! OMG!!

Challenge to the writers... Take this comic. Make it hilarious.


Wednesday, February 03, 2010

An Open Letter To Bent Handstyle


Sir Bent Handstyle,

I am inclined to respond to your comments regarding the type of currency to which I will be paid. I will have you know that I do not respond formally to every comment that passes because I receive many. If I was to take my time, which is short, to respond to every comment I would surely get nothing done. But I will respond to your comment Bent Handstyle because I believe there is some positive interest at the core of your declaration.

When I told you that I would only accept Gil as tender for my raise you refused my demands and forced some other foreign currency you believed to be acceptable in this matter. Since you provide no evidence for the refusal of my demands I am left to make assumptions. One of my assumptions is you do not understand how important Gil is.

Bent Handstyle I feel you would have me believe the following:

1) Final Fantasy is a bad game
2) Farming Gil is too easy and less valuable than farming second life currency
3) Stealing items from battles is more effective than destroying enemies for items

These are a few points from your doctrine I feel you would have me believe. It is from this doctrine that I gather my assumption of your ignorance to the importance of Gil. Furthermore, it is from this doctrine that I take my stance; I disagree.

Earlier I said there may be some positive interest in your behaviour, I still believe this to be true in nature so I will provide the facts of life. Maybe you thought Second Life Money would help me more, it wont. Maybe you felt cake is something I want whether virtual or real, I am lactose intolerant. Finally you could have theorized a wedding is something I wish for, presently I could care less.

The situation we find ourselves in reminds me of a story;

"A dog ran around barking; it made no sense."

You are this dog Bent Handstyle. So I will repeat my command. Bent Handstyle, again, I request that my raise be paid in full through the currency of Gil.