Monthly Archives: June 2009

Oh no… No, they didn’t… did they?

The truth can be easy to turn your back on.

The truth can be easy to turn your back on.

Steve: I just had a disturbing thought that I think might be true.
I happened to play a YouTube video of an old Jackson Five song.

Joe: k

Steve: Michael’s voice sounded the same then as it did when he was an adult.

Steve: I also remember during his first molestation ordeal way back in the early 90′s hearing it mentioned that the child tried to prove he was telling the truth by describing certain “distinguishing characteristics” about MJ’s genitalia.
What if…
What if they cut his balls off before puberty?
They used to do it to young sopranos back in the dark ages.
It keeps your voice from changing.

Joe: stop it
stop it, stop it, stop it

Steve: What if that’s why he sounded that way?

Joe: I’m going to poop out my mouth now

Steve: Dude, I think it’s true.

Joe: Dude, there’s poop coming out my mouth.
And I’m not even a Japanese porno mutant

Steve: Dude… I think I’m thoroughly convinced about this.
Everyone knows his dad was an asshole.
And he grew up crazy.

Joe: Now I’m pooping a French hen.

Steve: Obsessed with little boys? Why might that be?

Joe: Gross.

Steve: CAUSE THEY STILL HAVE THEIR JUNK.
LIKE HE USED TO.

Joe: Lots of guys with balls molest little kids.

Steve: Yeah, but how many of them are amazing musicians when they’re little kids, then grow up to be the greatest recording artist of all time without their voice ever changing?

Joe: Sandra Day O’Conner
Wait, not her.

Steve: And of that group how many come from families that have been accused of some seriously twisted, controlling, money-grubbing shit?

Joe: Donny Osmond?
Nah, they were just Mormons.

Steve: And besides that, it wasn’t just molestation with him. He would say things like he wanted to be Peter Pan so he never had to grow up.
He would have slumber parties with kids.
His whole life he was obessed with young boys.

Joe: There are unique individuals with unique voices, and God bless our culture for finding the most fucked up one.

Steve: Did you know he wrote the “Do the Bartman” song and never took credit for it because he loved Bart so much?
He was under a recording contract that prevented him from taking credit for it. He did it for free and nobody found out he was involved for seven years.
Because he was such a fan of Bart.

Joe: Are you saying Michael Jackson molested Bart Simpson?

Steve: No.
Well, maybe.
But mostly I’m pointing out that his obsession with pre-pubescent boys was well beyond the line of batshit crazy.
And I think I now know why.

Joe: That you can convince yourself of things is an amazing talent, not unlike Joel’s ability to perform dentistry with Skittles or my ability to rebuke sneezes.

Steve: Dude.
Can you show me one piece of evidence that Michael Jackson had balls?
Grown men just don’t sound that way.
Even Mike Tyson had a deeper voice than Michael Jackson.

Joe: Can we have one conversation where we don’t discuss your obsession with a black man’s balls?

Steve: Look, all I’m saying is…
shut up.

Joe: Anyway, I’m going to go meet my beautiful wife so I can steal boxes from my office that will help us move back to Los Angeles.

Steve: Ok.

Joe: Here, convince yourself of this:

Joe: Oranges are really apples.
and…go!

Steve: Dude, call me crazy all you want.
You know I just made some really solid points.

Joe: That oranges are apples, I totally agree. Good night nurse.

Movies that suck.

Steve: I don’t know what’s weirder: The fact that I’m married or the fact that at this time last year I wasn’t.

Joe: Yeah, I know how you feel. And within months, you can’t remember being single all that well – except when you have to fart.
Then you remember the freedom

Steve: I remember it every now and then.
This odd feeling of confidence reasserts itself for a few moments.

Joe: Ha.
What are the odds that Transformers 2 is a B.

Steve: 0%
See my comment on Finklestein’s blog about Roland Emmerich and Michael Bay. They both just make movies for the trailers.

Joe: I agree.
But… Transformers.

Steve: The TRAILER for Transformers 2 kicks ass.
But the trailer for Transformers 1 kicked ass.

Joe: Right

Steve: So did the trailer for Pearl Harbor.
And Armageddon.

Joe: Don’t even mention that.
I almost joined the group that went to see Pearl Harbor.
I’m one of the few men who has seen neither Pearl Harbor nor Titanic.
Maybe on my deathbed I’ll watch both. Or better yet, if I get cancer.

Steve: Titanic you may find worth watching.
Pearl Harbor will make you slit your wrists.
The biggest problem with Titanic was overhype.

Joe: I’m just proud I missed those two.

Steve: Yeah.
I almost got away without seeing Pearl Harbor, but somehow I ended up in the theater.
It’s one of the few movies that I don’t even remember who I saw it with or where.
I just remember the pain.

Joe: Dude, that bomb scene in the trailer made it look sweet.
Plus, I think it came out the summer after Thin Red Line and Saving Private Ryan, so it looked like one of those.

Steve: Don’t put those two in the same camp.
Thin Red Line is excruciating.

Joe: See, you’re a fucking retard.
That movie is amazing.

Steve: Not at all sir.
It took me two attempts to even get through it.
Remember our experience with the Aviator?
It was like that.

Joe: Aviator?
I don’t think I saw that one?
Is that the one with Angelina Jolie?
Oh wait.
Oh wait.

Steve: We bought it on PPV

Joe: That horrible film we bought on PPV.
Yeah.

Steve: It took us three months to finish it.

Joe: Jonnie fell asleep in about eight seconds.

Steve: Same with The Thin Red Line.

Joe: I don’t put those two films anywhere near each other.

Steve: That movie would be okay as a series of posters or nature photographs.
As a movie it was dog shit.

Joe: You’re wrong, but you’re probably right about Transformers.
You know what hurts my soul though?
What really makes me angry at Hollywood in a way that is slightly disturbing?

Steve: What?

Joe: The G.I. Joe movie.

Steve: I thought it might be cool.
Kind of looks like a kids movie.
But I know as much about G.I. Joe as I do about quantum physics.

Joe: They aren’t making a kids movie, they’re making it like Transformers and it’s going to hurt.
I was a huuuuuuuuge G.I. Joe fan, and I’m angry.
They can’t leave anything alone.

Steve: Actually, no I don’t. I don’t know as much about G.I. Joe as I do about quantum physics.
But flying ninjas…

Joe: Dude, the potential for Snake Eyes vs. Storm Shadow is awesome, but only if anyone outside of Hollywood crapmeisters did it.

Steve: Are those guys the ninjas?

Joe: Yeah.

Steve: Which one’s evil?

Joe: Storm Shadow.

Steve: There.
I now know exactly as much about G.I. Joe as I do about quantum physics.

Joe: It’s being directed by the guy who directed Van Helsing.

Steve: That’s…
not a plus.
That’s the opposite of a plus.

Joe: Could be worse.
It could be the guy who directed Van Helsing.
Ooooooooooooooooh shit.

Steve: Well… It could be from the guy who directed…

Joe: Yeah.

Steve: um…

Joe: One of the guys from Third Rock is Cobra Commander.

Steve: Hold on, give me a second…

Joe: Oh wait, now I feel better, Marlon Wayans is in it.

Steve: Van Helsing?

Joe: A Wayans is in the G.I. Joe movie.
A fucking Wayans.

Steve: Those guys are like cockroaches, man.

Joe: The star of Little Man, White Chicks.
Marlon Wayans.

Steve: Just when you think you’ve finally seen the last of them they come back stronger and in greater numbers.
There’s got to be fifty thousand of them on the earth at this point.

Joe: True.

Five minutes later

Steve: I’m really tempted to watch Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey on Hulu right now.

The things they have these days…

Joe: so close

Steve: What are you so close to?

Joe: Giving my notice, going completely freelance and moving back to Los Angeles.
duh

Steve: Oh. I assumed you meant completing construction of your fish-powered gyrocopter.

Joe: http://www.seihin.com/i/06/09/FishVehicle.jpg
Done.

Steve: WTF??!

Joe: Dude, I put that together last night after fifteen no-doze and three pots of coffee.

Steve: Does it fly?

Joe: It came to me in a dream, and I forgot about it in another dream.
It hovers, can’t get it to fly.

Steve: Did you consider hollowing out all the components? Might lose some weight.

Joe: Too brittle on the landing.
Plus, scares the fish.

Steve: Oh right.

Joe: How awesome is the internet where I can type in “fish-powered” and get a ridiculous photo to add to the conversation.

Steve: Seriously.
I can’t believe how fast you found that.

Joe: Really? I can.
Let’s practice, horse-powered go kart ballon.
go
http://www.craphound.com/images/cartbeforehorse.jpg

Steve: That’s not a balloon.

Joe: Neither is this.
http://www.lorien1973.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/mn_highway_collapse_caoak101.jpg

Steve:Huh
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dilwnimo0MI/R0WbCBr_QqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JinqbTg0daE/s400/Balloon_ent%C3%AAteSciFI.JPEG

Joe: How the hell does “horse powered go kart balloon” pull that up?
Google’s a mess today.

Steve: Spider-Man must have revealed his identity.
Again.

Joe: You know what’s funny, first page doesn’t have a horse powered go kart balloon, but it does have a horse powered laptop.
http://www.unmediated.org/images/20040605_solarpoweredhorse.jpg

I mean honestly.

Steve: That’s just stupid.

Joe: Lets try, angel hair pasta sculpture.

Steve: http://www.wolfgangpuck.com/content/images/recipe-images/recipe_resized_13c4b98a365acd88eb38d026c8e25ad1.jpg

Joe: http://www.wired.com/images_blogs/underwire/images/2008/04/01/pastamonster_2.jpg

You win for time, I win for whatever the fuck that is.

Steve: What were your search terms?
I don’t see that one.

Joe: Second page.

Steve: Oh it’s on my second page.
That’s fucking bizarre.

Joe: http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3040/2822283225_fb86c6b8ab.jpg
fucking bizarre
also
http://blog.pricegrabber.co.uk/buttonsmasher/files/2008/08/939458_20080731_screen004.jpg

Steve: Ok…
Monkey attack brigade

Joe: http://digitalheadbutt.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/cominatchalikeamonkey.jpg

Steve: http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c311/SpankyStokes/Toys/pressler_angry_clobber_monkey.jpg

Joe: K, gotta go run an errand.
ttyl

Steve: Later
( http://barfblog.foodsafety.ksu.edu/evil-monkey.jpg )

Horrible Christianese and Zombie Nazis

Steve: Yo

Joe: I haven’t been paid yet.
Will try to get you a check ASAP.
I’m frustrated as well, it’s a big check in total that I’m waiting for.

Steve: Haha.
Psychic.
Oh wait… I mean prophetic.
That’s what Christians call it right?

Joe: Yeah, that one’s up there with kettle faith instead of pot luck.
Or virgin instead of geek

Steve: I’ve never heard of kettle faith.

Joe: It was a ridiculous thing that the leaders when I first got to the church were saying.

Steve: It means pot luck?

Joe: Right.

Steve: That doesn’t even make sense.
Though, to be fair… pot luck doesn’t make any damn sense either.

Joe: Yeah, but since a pot was a witchcraft thingy, and we don’t believe in luck… it was fucking retarded.

Steve: WAIT
A
MINUTE
A POT is a witchcraft thing?

Joe: Dude, it went deep, witches used a pot, normal people used a kettle aparently.

Steve: No. No.
No.
First of all, everybody on fucking planet earth calls it a pot.
And second of all, if you’re going to associate cookware with witchcraft, you say cauldron.
Not pot.

Joe: I know.
I’m not defending it, just explaining it.

Steve: I know.
I’m attacking them via proxy.
Who am I attacking, btw?
Who said this hilarious bullshit?

Joe: Uh… mostly people who were long gone before you showed up

Steve: They were joking right? I mean… in that church way where everybody’s just humoring everybody else?

Joe: Nope.

Steve: Yes they were dude. I won’t accept that. I can accept them replacing luck with faith because they’re retarded. But the kettle thing had to just have been for the hell of it.

Joe: Nope.
It was odd back then, people didn’t want to play mafia because they didn’t feel like lying was holy and they wouldn’t play monopoly for similar reasons

Steve: Well, that’s dumb but at least there’s some logic to it.
I want any fucking human being to explain to me why witches use a pot and regular people use a kettle.
Anybody. Please.

Joe: Dude, it was completely fucking ridiculous in hindsight.

Steve: That’s it. I’m becoming a witch.

Joe: You should.
Wait a second, why arent’ we talking about zombie nazis?

Steve: Zombie Nazis?

Joe: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1278340/

Steve: Oh yeah!
Dude. Talk about evil.

Joe: Is this a fuckign comedy?

http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi2978087705/

Steve: Well, it’s a horror movie.
And in a way all horror movies are comedies.
Especially zombie movies.

Joe: Watch the trailer.

Steve: Seen it.
Can I make a confession?
I am so sick of gore movies.

Joe: That’s not a confession, it’s a good thing.

Steve: If I see one more of these fucking things, I may hurl.
I understand watching the ocassional zombie movie.
Maybe.
But how people can be fans of these things I will never get.
I watched a zombie nazi clip earlier and I seriously want to erase it from my memory becsause of how vile it was.

Joe: I’m with you.

Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist SUCKS

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Steve: Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist
SUCKS

Joe: Saw it.
Oh yeah, it’s terrible.

Steve: SO HARD.

Joe: Soundtrack is okay.

Steve: The soundtrack might have been okay if there was no movie with it.

Joe: True.

Steve: But instead it was just obnoxious and out of place.
Every scene had some totally innappropriate song droning in the background.

Joe: I like the soundtrack, don’t badmouth the soundtrack just because everything else sucked.
Director, story, etc.

Steve: I have no way of critiquing the soundtrack on its own. All I know is it was one of 10,000 things that were wrong with the movie.
Like the fact that being homosexual makes you all-knowing.
Or the belief that watching a girl who’s drunk off her ass stumble drunkenly around can continue being funny for longer than one scene.
Or the depiction of high school students staying up all night driving from club to club looking for bands in the middle of New York City.

Joe: Dude, the bathrooms at port authority could be boiled in bleach for two weeks and I wouldn’t sit on one to take a shit if I were shitting my pants.
To eat gum out of a dirty one made everything so freaking horrible.

Steve: I had to leave the room during that scene.
I seriously just got up and left.

Joe: Dude, it just sucked overall. They were banking on the film being just like Juno because they had an indie sound track and Michael Cera who only has funny moments when paired with a very energetic actor.

Steve: Yeah, but they were completely incapable of pairing their scenes with appropriate songs.
Indie soundtracks only help you if they’re appropriate.

Joe: I agree.

Steve: Oh and if your movie doesn’t suck ass.

Joe: It was just a terrible film.

Steve: There were basically two jokes in the film that were repeated ad naseum:
1. Total strangers behaving as if they’re all friends.
2. Drunk chick is drunk.
That’s it.
Over and over and over.

Joe: Everything about the film was bad, including “teenagers who like the same music have orgasms together!”

Steve: Oh man.
And don’t get me started on their evil exes.
I mean, wtf?
How fucking cookie-cutter can a character get?

Joe: Or “picking up random gay dudes is totally cool because we ignore the 80′s, AIDS, the 90′s, more AIDS and AIDS.

Steve: Oh dude.
Gay guys all travel around with a box full of bras in their van and they instantly know when a girl they’ve never seen or heard of before would be perfect for their straight friend.
Because they’re gay and that makes them relationship experts.
And then, to top it all off, after spending the entire movie looking for some super indie band, they finally get all their distractions and obstacles worked out, and they just walk the hell out right when the band goes on.
What the hell is that?
That makes so much no sense that they ran out of no sense at the general store.

Joe: Drunk rich kids with gay friends are cool cuz they’re Jewish.
That’s my new title for Nick and Norah’s…

Steve: The walking out of the show thing would have made sense if the movie had been about Nick and Norah learning to put relationships before music or popularity.
But given that they’d both demonstrated repeatedly throughout the film that they already cared more about people than music, it was just them walking out for no reason.
It would be like Harold and Kumar finally getting to White Castle and then just going the fuck home.

Joe: Yeah, they were shooting for quirky and it came out all runny like diarrhea.

Steve: I knew it would be terrible, too. I could have stopped it. She gave me every opportunity to say “No, let’s watch something else.”
But I thought, “Even though this movie looked terrible in the ads, and it completely disappeared from the radar the instant it was released… maybe, just MAYBE Michael Cera can save it.”
Nope.

Joe: Yeah, the wife and I were both duped.
Very sad.
I honestly don’t even think it had potential, because you’d have to remove the gay kids completely for it to be a decent story.

Steve: Even Sarah had to admit it wasn’t very good. And trust me, based on the coversation we had beforehand, she did NOT want to admit that.

Joe: I had hope up until the chick ate her puke gum.

Steve: You might not have to remove the gay guys, but you’d have to completely overhaul every character besides Nick and Norah.
And by overhaul, I mean everything but their names would have to go.
And possibly their names too, for good measure.

Joe: Mmmm… Norah had huge issues too.

Steve: She could have been okay if the plot had been restructured.
But now we’re so hypothetical that we’re not even talking about the same movie.
It sucked balls and that’s all there is to it.

Joe: That’s what I’m saying. There really isn’t any redemption except for us getting those two hours back.

Steve: Yeah.
And the worst part was, the movie was so slow and boring and so full of “waiting for something to happen” shots, (there were points when Sarah and I were literally yelling at the screen for something to happen) that by the time it was over, I felt like I had stayed up all night.
I was fucking exhausted from waiting for this movie to get good.

Joe: Yeah, very bad.

Steve: All right, this is going on the blog right now so the whole world can know of my rage.

Joe: Wait, how about my rage….there weren’t even any teenage boobies to statisfy the sinners!

Steve: No kidding.

Joe: That’s why you make movies about seniors in high school, for random booby shots dammit!

Steve: I know! And that’s why you cast people in their late twenties and early thirties to play the high school seniors!

Joe: I think it’s ridiculous, but how do you not show one boob to satisfy the 10,000 guys renting the film so that they can see a boob?

Steve: I don’t know man. How do you do anything they did in that movie? It should be burned.

Captain Karot (Carrot?)

new cp

Joe: I almost bought you a comic book.

Steve: Got one.

Joe: It was titled “Captain Karot and the…”
Hold on, a chihuahua just ran by my office.

Steve: Yeah, you should deal with that.

Joe: Okay, I’m back.
Captain Karot and His Collage of Friends.

Steve: I remember Captain Karot. I heard he was being revived.

Joe: You know Steve, that’s the saddest thing you’ve ever said.

Steve: I think he now officially lives on one of the 51 alternate earths of the DC universe.
Can I counter it by pointing out that I’ve never read any Captain Karot stories?

Joe: I suppose.
Maybe we could write a script for that, live action style. The best live action super hero adaptation since Howard the Duck.

Steve: It would certainly be a mind-blowing, blood-curdling, spine-shattering, gut-wrenching, ball-busting, ass-grabbing, throat-slicing, kitchen-cleaning, diet-coke-hating, tour-de-force.

Joe: I was thinking we could write a vampire script.
Oh, have you seen Gone Baby Gone?

Steve: No I have not.

Joe: It’s really good

Steve: Is it ball-busting?

Joe: Ben Affleck can direct.
Mostly because he just gets out of everybody’s way.

Steve: I can’t tell if you’re serious.

Joe: I’m serious.
It’s shocking.

Steve: Huh.

Joe: Yeah, it’s like he hired a good screen writer, a good dp, got good actors and just never showed up.

Steve: How Afflecky of him.
I think my next one will either be that, 30 Days of Night, or Michael Clayton.

Joe: You suck dude.
Big time.

Steve: I do?

Joe: Yeah, you suck the rock.

Steve: Well you suck the whole planet earth.

Joe: Hey, the whole planet earth is hot!
And you know it.

Steve: Only compared to the surrounding space, bitch!

Joe: You take that back!

Steve: I’ll take it back when your mom finishes blowing me.

Joe: My mom can’t blow you, you’re too busy gargling Rock cock, you useless Carrot-Top-copying-queer.

Steve: Yeah, well at least my bloodline makes some kind of sense, you damn Puerto-Rican/Pollack. That makes you stupid AND unwanted.

Joe: But we’re unaware of our unwantedness you French-Canadian nut butter lover!

Steve: I’m not French-Canadian, you ass-fag! I’m a Saturn-driving, Wal-Mart shopping, fast-food eating, Bush-loving, Canada-hating, ass-grabbing, fart-knocking, rock-and-roll loving, motherfucking AMERICAN.
Of French/Irish descent.

Joe: Ha.
How’s your lady?

Steve: She’s cool.
By which I mean she’s totally hot.

Joe: That’s great.
Who would win in a fight, Bryan Cloribel or Kaimo?

Steve: Cloribel
He’s got 100 pounds on Kaimo.

Joe: Yeah, but Kaimo isn’t smart enough to know when to go down, and he thinks he knows Kung Fu.
Remember when he slap boxed Ted?

Steve: Yeah, he only pretends to know Kung Fu.
He actually only took a year of martial arts and he was in like grade school at the time.

Joe: Hey, he only pretends to know English too, and he somehow communicates.

Steve: No he doesn’t.
He’s actually been talking about soup this whole time.

Joe: He’s just reading ingredients off of a label isn’t he?

Steve: Mostly, but he pronounces “glucose” as “Mountain of the Gods” and “carrot” as “Jurri hit me”

Joe: hahahahha
hahah
haha
Fucking hilarious.
Dear Jesus,
Please let Jurri fight Kaimo.
Please, please, please.
Amen.
-Joe 2:5

Steve: What does Joe 2:6 say?

Joe: It’s actually the shortest verse in the book of Joe.
Joe farted.

Steve: Dude…
That nearly killed me.

Joe: Good, your Jurri thing had me laughing out loud in a stuffy law firm.

Steve: Well I’m going to lunch. Ttyl.

Joe: k