Monthly Archives: October 2007


I’ve spent the past three or four days trying to restore my computer after a Harddrive and/or Motherboard failure. I’m not quite sure which one. Anyway, all my files are lost to the nether, so I’ve been running File Restore. It’s taking a looooooong time, but it seems to be picking up a lot of stuff I lost.

I’m posting on my laptop at the moment, which I’m using like a regular PC by the magic of USB ports and a video out.

Ratchet & Clank Future: Tools of Destruction comes out this week for the PS3. The demo was fantastic. I can’t wait to play the whole thing. Also, how great is this poster?

With Orange

I was walking back from the comic store, with Issue #7 of Buffy and DC Comics’ Countdown #30 in hand. Not that you’d know – wrapped, as they were, in the comic store’s usual brown paper bag. I’m always a little self-conscious when I carry the comics back to work because an anonymous brown paper bag wrapped around comic books looks a little like a bag of porno.

In front of me, a couple was walking, hand-in-hand. They were pretty nondescript, except for the lady’s shirt which was black with red writing along the back. Because of her rotund torso, I couldn’t quite make out what the writing said, except for the word “fuck,” which has a tendency to stick out when it’s written on somebody’s shirt and you don’t have any choice but to look at it for 10 minutes.

I’ve got a pretty foul mouth, but I try not to swear out loud in places where kids or people who would be offended are around. So looking at this shirt was making me feel a little weird, but I still couldn’t figure out the rest of the slogan.

I closed the distance between us a bit, and the text became a little easier to read. something…. “with fuck all”

At this point, I’m thinking that a t-shirt with the word “fuck” on it should probably be saying something pretty clever to back up using a shocking word like that. Something like…

Oh! Suddenly the red blob forms into a word. The shirt says “Rymes with fuck all”

What the fuck is a “Rymes”?

Attention buffoons: Make sure your shocking t-shirt doesn’t make you look like a goddamn dunce before you go outside in the morning. Also, when you wear oversized black running shoes and white socks with your tan shorts, it draws unflattering attention to your trunk-like legs.


We just finished watching the DOA movie, which has been talked about among my circle of friends for quite some time. About 2 years, to be precise – half of that spent wondering when the completed movie was ever going to be released to theatres. Perhaps because it’s based on a fighting game famous, not so much for its fighting, but for its female fighters with enormous, wobbling boobs, I was expecting this movie to be terrible. And, I guess, it is.

The problem is… I kind of liked it.

Maybe it’s because it’s similar to Charlie’s Angels, with a cast of ass-kicking girls and nerdish, ineffectual guys who like the girls. Maybe it’s because Corey Yuen, a fairly fantastic fight choreographer was directing. Maybe it was the appearance of Collin Chou, the cooler-than-cool Seraph from the Matrix sequels.

No, it wasn’t any of that. The moment I decided I liked the movie was when Jaime Pressly hit a guy in the head with a reverse-sumersault kick, and it made a noise like a rifle going off.