Archive for November, 2006

If I did it, here’s how it happened

Friday, November 24th, 2006

I don’t watch a whole lot of television. But occassionally, in between marathon rounds of Family Guy, Futurama, and pro-wrestling something might catch my eye. Usually it’s movie trailers that I’m drawn to but the other day I saw something that had me laughing so hard I almost shit my pants.

In truth: I did poo, but only a little.

I was blown away due tot he fact that OJ Simpson; yes OJ-I-Killed-That-White-Woman-And-As-Soon-As-No-One-Is-Looking-I’m-Gonna-Knife-Kato’s-Honky-Ass Simpson, is doing an interview in conjunction with the release of a book he has written. Both the interview and the book are titled: “If I Did It, Here’s How It Happened”.

I want you to take a moment to re-read that and let it sink in.

Unfortunately it looks as though fox has canceled the interview, which is probably both a good and bad thing. Up until this fiasco the realm of the “Tell All Book” had pretty much run its course. The greatest thing about our society, in times like this, is that things of this nature set a precedent. Think about it for a second: The realm of Celebrity home video was something unheard of. Then Pam and Tommy Lee made the nasty on tape and these days making a sex tape can pretty much start your career (thank you Paris Hilton you godless whore). And now that OJ has started the My Dick Is Bigger Than Yours contest I can’t wait to see what comes next. Fortunately I have friends in the publishing industry who have forwarded advance copies of some books that you can expect to see on bookshelves in the near future. I’ll be going over some of the key points and chapters of each book.

Gary Condit - How to hide an interns body. Not that I’ve ever had to.The key points of this book are a must read for any Washington insider looking to avoid the messy details that came about due to Monica Lewinsky style personal escipades. Some of the finer ingredients include:

- A guide on how to use your new political powers to make panties drop.

- Blow jobs: Busting a nut without getting busted.

- Ten things you never say to cops when you have a body in your trunk.

- A guide to North America’s least traveled back roads and swamps.

- Decomposition: things I learned on CSI to prevent police dogs from finding a body.

The Ramsey’s - How to sexually, verbally and mentally abuse your daughter then strangle her and throw her body in the basement and blame the whole thing on an unknown assailant. By two parents who would never do such a thing.

Some people said that this book would never hit the shelves. But John Marc Carr reignited the world’s obsession with this case and in doing so re-ignitged the interest of hrrible parents everywhere. A lot of people have children because they want them, or at least because they don’t want to mow the lawn anymore. But there’s a greater amount of people in this world who have children because they think it’s disrespectful to pull out and shoot it in someone’s hair. If you’re on of those ‘accidental’ parents; like the Ramsey’s, this book might help you. Of course this is hypothetical, the real killer is still out there.

- Beauty Pageants: grooming mental illness

- How to pick a scapegoat.

- It’s only a kid, remember you can make more.

- The amateurs guide to fake crying at a news conference.

Kobe Bryant - I’m not saying I raped that white woman. I’m just saying that if another black, power forward, who plays for the lakers, and has several championships under his belt were to do it; here’s how he could get away with it.

I wonder if every NBA player looks up to Will Chamberlain. He’s rumored to have had a running contest with Gene Simmons of Kiss as to how many women they could bang. At last count they had slept with the equivalent to every woman in North America three times over. I understand how hard it would be to live up to that reputation. Kobe explains, in graphic detail, how you too can fill those shoes…by hook or by crook.

- Roofies or GHB; which should you use?

- Allibies - how to get your friends to lie for you.

- It’s not cheating if you’re in another zip code.

- Fame: Use it to your advantage.

- Everything I ever needed to know about distracting the cops I learned from the Harlem Globetrotters.

Michael Jackson - Fucking little boys and getting away with it: A guide to making mixed drinks.

How many times has this guy been accused, put on trial, and acquitted of the crime of touching boys? Isn’t it about once a year or so? He’s gotten so fed up with the prosecution he’s actually moved to another country; a country where that’s not frowned upon. But even though Jack-o has left the states he still wants to show you how it’s done…allegedly.

-Carnival Games: The new candy.

-Chemicals that leave no after taste in soda or juice.

- Mike’s Specialty drink: The Polynesian face fucker.

- Buy in bulk and always be prepared.

- Lower their inhibitions; lube ‘em up with liquor.

Tom Cruise - How to suck cock like a rabid gay man. OR A WOMAN! (Women do that too right?)

Tom’s sexuality has been questioned on numerous occasions. He was married to, in my opinion, one of the hottest women in Hollywood and adopted three kids. Why he didn’t just nail the hell out of Nicole Kidman and make is own is beyond me. From what I gathered this book is the fictional tale of a young man named “Tim Cruzz” and the valuable lessons he learned on the set of a fighter piot movie.

-Cupping the balls: Gentle yet firm.

- Make up for your gag reflex with enthusiasm.

- Come on mister, it aint gonna suck itself.

- Faking a marriage and pregnancy: It can work as a cover for you too.

Winona Rider -It’s the pills that are addicted to me.

I miss the days when she was the darling of the indy film circuit. But like most people in Hollywood they can’t just stick with being one thing and they have to take steps that they think will improve their standing. Apparently one of these steps for Ole Winona and her career was shop-lifting while looped to the hilt on pain meds. Though I have to say that I’ve learned something: I want to be a famous actor so I can write off my indiscretions as research for a roll.

“Travis why are you doing cocaine while banging prostitutes and lighting a midget on fire?”

“It’s research for a roll, a big roll. This roll is so multi-faceted that once I am done with this I’ll be hunting human beings with nothing but a louisville slugger.”

“Who’s the director?”

“Spielberg.”

“Carry on then sir.”

Anna Nicole Smith - How to fuck your way into pre-existing wealth.

I don’t think I even need to intro this one. All I will say is that before Anna swallowed a baby elephant; she was pretty hot. That picture does not look like the human outhouse that she truly has become over the last couple of years. Though her book is definite must have for gold digging whores everywhere.

- Titties are a weapon, use ‘em

- Learning how to cope with all of the extra loose skin floating around his old balls.

- Hand Jobs: the acceptable substitute to actually riding a man who can remember prohibition.

- A list of kinky things you can do with his oxygen bottle.

- Comes with an appendix of the world’s wealthiest men with heart conditions including their sexual fantasies and a financial statement.

Mel Gibson & Michael Richards - Subversive Racism: A theoretical prospectus on the ins and outs of Hollywood hate.

I’ve found something out. Apparently the jews run everything and if you heckle a comedian you’re a nigger; who knew? This book really is an amazing glut of information concerning racism, but not real racism, it’s all for shock value right? Sure: and the Bataan Death March was just a moral boosting fun run that turned ugly. Though Mel and Mike have done a good job of teaching you how to cover your tracks.

- Hate groups you can identify yourself with.

-Racist Slang: Choose your words wisely.

-Zionists, kikes, niggers, chinks, japs and spics: They’re out to get you.

- Give yourself an out: Drugs/ Booze/ Early childhood abuse.

- It even comes complete with standard apology form to be issued to members of the press and the aclu. Because even if you meant it when you were hammered, you’re going to have to answer for it eventually.

Seeing as how the holiday shopping season has just begun i suggest you start looking for these titles along with OJ’s book - just because fox cancelled it doesn’t mean it won’t show up eventually; hell he might even self publish through LULU.com . And I know what you’re thinking, “Travis if you write a book what will it be called?” Well childrens the liklihood of me ever actually getting a book deal is slim to fucking none. But if i did the title would be: “Pro-Wrestling, Liquor and Automatic Weapons: How I got famous by telling dick and fart jokes on the internet.” or “I make my mother cry.” or “Your Parents Hate You.” We’re trying to decide which one has more marketing potential.

When I Grow Up…

Saturday, November 11th, 2006

I openly admit to being childish. Anyone who spends anymore than three minutes with me will undoubtedly be regaled by stories of the last wrestling PPV view I downloaded or the current state of comic books (right now marvel is enwrapt in it’s civil war saga and you should check it out - Marvel I expect my check in the mail any time now). Part of being childish, along with high fiving strangers when drunk, is the fact that I spend an inordinate amount of time contemplating things that would normally occupy the minds of much younger people. The greatest thing I spend time contemplating is the question: What do I want to be when I grow up?!?

Oh sure I’m in my mid-twenties and one would think that I would at least have some sort of idea of what I want to do; but that doesn’t stop me from pondering. And while there are many things that I’ve flip-flopped back and forth between; my greatest hope, my one true dream is to be a robot. That’s right; when I grow up I want to be a robot.

Now while that is a lofty goal you have to understand that robots are fucking awesome. And in my quest to be The Most Awesomest Guy Ever (patent pending) I have determined that the easiest way to get there is to be a robot. The problem with wanting to be a robot is one has to wonder which robot one should pattern themselves after? What I’m going to do is analyze some of the most iconic robots based on the platform they represent and their memorable sound bite. That’s right, I’m mixing political speak with my infantile desire to be a robot. You can send pictures of yourself bowing to me here.

Each image opens in a new window when clicked so you can see the big version. Aint i helpful?

The Lost In Space Robot

ANALYSIS: Long before Corky ever teamed up with that kid from the wonder years and dreamed of flying, ‘tards had representation in outer space. Who dreamt up this guy? I tell you who: TV execs begging for market share in the toy industry, that’s who. What’s the point of having a robot, when you’re in outer space, when all he can do is run around in circles, flailing his arms yelling, “Danger!” Do you something you fucking moron. If you were worth a shit you’d have laser beams and death rays and you could defend poor Will Robinson from the nasties of outer space. Or at least you could warn him about the fact that the doctor was trying, DESPERATELY, to fuck his pre-pubescent space ass. But what did you do? Dick. You’re worthless.

SOUNDBITE: “Danger Will Robinson, Danger!”

CONCLUSION: The only way I would pattern myself after this piece of shit is if I wanted to get beat up and have my robot lunch money taken.

NEXT!

Rosie From The Jetsons

ANALYSIS: While I can appreciate being in the future and having robot servants I’m sometimes amazed at how racist older cartoons are; even on a subversive level. The Jetsons were set in a utopian paradise of the future; a future strangely without solid ground, but a future that was supposed to be idealistic. And yet here you have the representation of a southern house slave in robot form. Shit all they needed to do to make it obvious was put her in black face and teach her to sing “Mammy”.

SOUNDBITE: “Oh Mr. Jay.” (said like a jewish mother)

CONCLUSION: I can’t justify modeling my robotic life after a subservient robot who doesn’t even go crazy, on occasion, and kill people.

NEXT!

Robocop

ANALYSIS: The cop gets his shit absolutely ruined in the opening scenes and the chunks that are left over get turned into a super-cyborg-cop-guy. And while I appreciate his stance on violence, the motherfucker even has a gun holster in his leg, he doesn’t go far enough. After he’s turned into a cyborg-cop does he go out and exact blood thirsty revenge? Nope, super princess here whines about how he lost his family and arrests the bad guy who had him blown away..(which was played by the actor who would eventually be Red Foreman on That 70s Show). I don’t know why they didn’t just equip him with a fairy wand and tutu.

SOUNDBITE: “Halt. You are under arrest.”

CONCLUSION: FAG!

Vicki from Small Wonder

ANALYSIS: Once again the humans try to subjugate the female robots. If you’re my age you probably remember this show but without all of the brain numbing bad subtext that came along with it. The premise of the show was that a grown man, a robotics engineer, created a robot daughter and brought her home to try to assimilate her into regular society; and wacky hijinx ensued. Let say that one more time so you UNDERSTAND: A grown man built a robotic little girl, who would follow his orders, and brought her home. I thought this stuff only happened in Thailand.

SOUNDBITE: “That does not compute” (scary thing is I didn’t even have to look that up on wikipedia, I actually remembered that. I think I’m going to go slam my balls in the fridge door.)

CONCLUSION: Not enough hate, not enough violence, and too many child fucking jokes.

Johnny Five from short Circuit

ANALYSIS: His original platform of service for the army and armed conflict had me supporting this candidate right up until he dodged his service, lost his weapon and tried to imitate a butterfly. Although I have to say that I appluad his return in short circuit two where he became an American citizen. But that’s not enough.

SOUNDBITE: “Johnny five is alive!”

CONCLUSION: Johnny five is a fucking dipshit.

C3P0 & R2D2

ANALYSIS: What the fuck? Why does everyone want to make robots servants? I’ll tell you why? It’s oppression by the human. It’s gentrification motherfucker! ( okay, I have no idea what that means but I just watched Chasing Amy and that angry black guy said that and I thought it was hilarious). These two are the Bert and Ernie of the robot world. And by that I mean they’re HUGE closet gays. I think they’re swingers too. They’re platform is one of those special interest types. It’s not widespread enough (all ass jokes aside).

SOUNDBITE: “Oh R2 it is you, it is you!” This furthers my theory that they’re swingers and C3PO has no idea who’s didlling his robotic anus.

CONCLUSION: Not enough death, not enough drunken hate, the only way I would choose to model my robotic life after these two is if I wanted to have front row tickets to the icecapades.

The Terminator

ANALYSIS: I could almost vote this one as my favorite. His take on violence is right up my alley. His use of improv in means of combat are fantastic. And his cache of automatic weapons is second to none. Unfortunately for the Terminator they cut his balls off and made him nothing more than a baby sitter. He went from all, “I’m going to kill John Conner.” To, “I understand now why you cry.” What a sissy ass.

SOUNDBITE: “I’ll be back.” Should’ve been, “I’ll be emmasculated in a series of sequels that are each more disappointing than the last.”

CONCLUSION: Now he’s the governor of my state. And he’s married to Skeletor.

Do you see? There’s really no good robotic role models. Every robot I have found is nothing but a namby-pamby or they’re robotic slaves. All except one. One robot candidate that I can throw my full weight behind. A robot whose primary goal is to kill all humans. A robot who is powered by liquor. A robot that appreciates hooker-bots. That’s right; I’m talking about the one and only

Bender

ANALYSIS: As I’ve said; his platform is right up my alley. He’s surly, he’s drunk, he hates people, he kicks old folks. This man should be a robot-king.

SOUNDBITE: (these are some of the best)

Hey. What kind of party is this? There’s no booze and only one hooker.

Fry crack corn, and I don’t care / Leela crack corn, I still don’t care / Bender crack corn, and he is great / Take that, you stupid corn!

I was a hero to broken robots ’cause I was one of them, but how can I sing about being damaged if I’m not? That’s like Christina Aguilera singing Spanish. Ooh, wait! That’s it! I’ll fake it!

Game’s over, losers! I have all the money. Compare your lives to mine and then kill yourselves.

You know what always cheers me up? Laughing at other people’s misfortune. Hahaha!

CONCLUSION: When I grow up I want to be just like Bender. I’m halfway there already: I generally despise people, I love drinking, and I think that I’m the greatest.

I told you I was childish. But for those of you who think my dream of growing up to be a robot is stupid - to quote my new robotic mentor - YOU CAN BITE MY SHINY METAL ASS!!!!