Thursday, July 2, 2009

Under the Semen

We've all heard of the classic Disney movie subliminal sex references.  If you haven't (or have somehow forgotten due to some mix of maturity and the fact that you can now access porn instead of looking for a cartoon chub), let's review.  The genie in Aladdin tells the dude and Jasmine to be "good teenagers" and "take off your clothes."  Flowers that Simba lies on in The Lion King's love scene (?) fly up to spell the word "SEX."  But I think my favorite is The Little Mermaid.
Not only does the priest get a stiffy (hm...) while about to marry the Prince with that octopus bitch, but the cover pretty much speaks for the utter dirtiness of the Disney animators...and perhaps explains how they subliminally turned us into nymphos.  

There is a.  Blatant.  Dick.  Drawn right on the front.

That's right, boys and girls.  A giant glittering disco stick as a turret of the underwater palace.  Check your copy if you don't believe me.  You know you have one, even if you want to tell people it's "your little sister's."  So the next time you tell your friend that a pipe looks like a dick, remember that it was Walt Disney who taught us that sex is everywhere-and so are cocks-and tell him to go watch this movie.


"Darling, it's better down where it's wetter, take it from me!" -Sebastian, The Little Mermaid, "Under the Sea"



Friday, June 26, 2009

Thoughts On Dead Michael



I honestly never thought this day would come. Just the other day, I was talking about how excited I was to see what kind of nutty shit Mike would be getting into five years from now. I envisioned him riding an ostrich to the grocery store, wearing a goalie mask and a kimono. I imagined a police report detailing a pale, emaciated man masturbating into a sombrero on a busy playground. Anything was possible with this guy.

I figured his lunacy would come full-circle and he'd start nailing broads. He would grant an exclusive interview to Rolling Stone, in which he would use the word "pussy" 57 times. He would throw insane parties where you constantly ran the risk of walking in on Michael getting a handjob. The partying phase would quickly come to an end after an aspiring model is bludgeoned to death with the Elephant Man's femur.

Is Bubbles still alive? That fucking guy should write a book. Everybody underestimates the monkey. They see everything. EVERYTHING.

My favorite part of the picture I used is not Michael's suit. It's the fact that it's impossible to determine whether some of the kids with him are retarded or just way more asian-looking than the others.

Monday, June 22, 2009

What do you mean "Too far?"

I was recently invited to a friends hotel party. He isn't a very good friend (not in the sense that he doesn't listen or give me hugs but in the aspect that i don't know him incredibly well) so i was hesitant to attend. but after drowning my doubt with multiple shots of Jameson and tequila i was off to the hotel party. 15 minutes into this horrid "party" i knew i should of just went to my local watering hole and mingled with the gutter girls that frequent the bar. This party was something out of cables favorite 'Step by Step' or 'Full House' (a bunch of white kids dancing like Springsteen and drinking low carb beers.) I cut my losses and went for broke. i was going to get trashed and either piss everybody off or make them have the time of their lives. in the next half hour I had convinced everybody to do a shot every 5 minutes. i manipulated the girls to make out and remove their oh so uncomfortable clothing. I co horsed the host of the party to order room service, porno and to purchase me cigarettes from the gift shop. things were looking up (here's where i found out my views on Partying and having fun are far from the norm). A few of the guests had passed out and a kid that looked like Kuato from Total Recall voiced that we should fuck with the unfortunate saps that had zonked out early. Of course the consensus was the ever so boring draw penises, undo pants, balls on forehead etc... I decided to take the lead and show my nerdy followers how to 'Fuck with the passed out' in the only way i know how. I told them to get a camera ready and to just start taking pictures. I proceeded to get naked, climb above a kid passed out on the couch, put a maker up my butt and then draw on his face "Hands Free" if you will. my penmanship was a bit choppy due to my uncontrollable laughter but none the less it was good work. after my dismount off the couch i removed it from my cavity and put it in my victims hand. to my surprise it did not go over well and like a black guy at a diner in the 50's, i was told to get the fuck out. I have yet to receive an email of the pictures.

Speaking of Which...

1. I don't know what kinda dicks you've been looking at, but that pipe...no dude...no.

2. They put a giant condom on this obelisk in Buenos Aires to celebrate(?) international AIDS day, I wonder if there's a room for rent in that reservoir tip:

Phallic Buildings



I was walking down the street in Allston last week when something caught my eye. Something was strange about a pipe that was coming out of a building. I turned around to take a second look at this strange pipe, and I noticed...it looks just like a dick!



I snapped a photo, and my friend I was with thought it was amusing. I pay close attention to buildings, and I've noticed that many buildings look like dicks. Seeing this phallic pipe reminded me of a website I used to laugh at once in a while. It is the hall of fame of phallic buildings. It's had to deny that architects purposely put a giant cock in a city somewhere, most of the time meaning dominance, masculinity, power, or monumentality.

So here is a website dedicated to buildings that look like dicks. Some of you may recognize some of these perpetrators which penetrate the Boston skyline obscenely.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Freakin' Out at a Pigeon

I was chilin at Back Bay station waiting for a train to Sharon and noticed some guy was sitting on a bench all sprawled out like a bad ass, not giving others a chance to sit. Then out of nowhere, a pigeon came swooping in for a landing about 7 feet infront of the guy. This startled the hell out of the guy and he let out a little yelp. I think this was out of embarrassment, but the guy proceeded to get up and start yelling obscenities at the bird. He then raised his arms and challenged the bird to a fight. Now extremely embarrassed, the guy left the train station abruptly. Now, it's quite obvious that the man was in that station for a reason... to catch a train. Then, his entire plan was diverted and he didn't even get to ride the train. Moral of the story, don't let pigeons get in the way of your destiny. Thank you for reading my MaggotZine debut.

Friday, June 19, 2009

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Never Been So Impressed By YouTube Garbage

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

SUBWAY Chasing the 'Urban' Demographic in my Dream World?

I had this new idea to start writing down my dreams, because lately I've been having these crazy 8 hour dream odysseys that it would be a shame to let slip into the abyss of my stoner (non)memory. Some of the recent ones have been pretty interesting, like the one where I was God and I didn't give a fuck about shit except hanging out with other God-Bros and chasing divine Goddess booty meat. But up till today this plan to record my dreams just meant that I had a little notebook next to my bed which I filled with countless sketches of guys with high top fades (HTF's). Finally, I woke up with a dream still being vivid enough in my mind that I told it to someone else verbally, and that cemented the crucial details in my mind enough that I can now share this dream with the single digit number of people who I suspect might only be looking at the pictures of this blog.

Prepare to have your fucking minds blown:
(may not have any relevance if you're unfamiliar with some of the people and places mentioned)

So...in the real world I had already woken up around 9 AM and I went back to sleep knowing that I was going to have someone coming to wake me up around 12 to go demolish a deck.

In my dream, this was the most important thing on my mind, but before I could meet my friend for work I had to get some food in my gut. So i went to Pizza Market to get a small cheese pizza (SCP) and an orange soda extreme (OS X). When I arrived, it seemed there was a scorpion infestation behind the counter. When I paid for my food, they tried to discuss said infestation with me, but I couldn't really understand what they were saying and so I smiled and awkwardly walked away.

When I went outside, the little BMX punks were loitering hard, talking mad shit. If you know Pizza Market/Heights Plaza then you know what I'm saying. They shouted unintelligible banter all around my shit and all I did was glare and keep walking to where I had parked my car. When I got there, I realized it was fucking gone. Then I walked up and down the parking lot with pizza in hand looking for my car, slowly starting to lose my shit. Some mysterious ass-dick was walking with me and trying to console me by saying someone was just fucking with me and would bring it back but that pissed me off even more. I started panicking because I had to go meet my friend Pete to do this deck thing, although the weather was not supportive of outdoor work: it was night time and snowing heavily.

As I was wandering up and down the parking lot checking the same places again and again, I saw Jay Blair(my class president and friend who is way cooler than the usual 'class president stereotype') walking toward me donning a smart tweed sports coat with a vibrantly colored ascot. As he approached, I forgot about the car search for a minute and prepared for polite small talk. He told me he was opening up a SUBWAY franchise in Heights Plaza and somehow I already knew about it. We talked about stuff and things, while I noticed over his shoulder that they seemed to be shooting an 'urban' demographic-aimed TV commercial in the SUBWAY. There's nothing I hate more than marketing campaigns that strive for 'urban' appeal (especially the recent marketing strategy McDonald's is trying to be all about with the indie music and the public transportation), but I masked my contempt for the moment. The class president broke off to go oversee his new business venture, and I went back to getting uppity about my car.

In real life, I'm very well known for my non-reliability and getting my car jacked right before this job I was supposed to do was really gonna hurt my 'working man image'. Needless to say, I was stressing hard, but then suddenly it hit me: this shit isn't real/SUBWAY franchise owners don't dress this well/Jay's in San Fran/I'm in my bed and my car is in my driveway. Then my alarm went off and my friend Pete let himself into my house to wake me up at the exact same time. So then I told him about my epic dream and we watched soccer moms ram minivans into curbs. Then we ripped apart this deck which had an ant infestation (foreshadowed by scorpion infestation?), then later I touched all the spots where they sprayed ant killer and, as I'm writing this, my mouth still tastes like Poison...

ThunderMatt's Last Post Inspired Me To Drop This Realness On All Yall

I feel like many people don't watch The Daily Show, thus I'm worried this GEM may have slipped by unnoticed. Quite related to ThunderMatt's post and fucking hilarious.
The Daily Show With Jon StewartMon - Thurs 11p / 10c
Long Island Wants to Secede
www.thedailyshow.com
Daily Show
Full Episodes
Political HumorJason Jones in Iran

Check Out Green Box! (not a venereal disease)

I'm really into pizza (or 'za'), so obviously this new invention is right up my ally.

I've gotten pretty creative with strategic box ripping in the past, but it was always frowned upon in the 'za' community.

The future is now!

'Green Box' Product Promo (Pizza Box) from Green Box on Vimeo.

REALLY COOL THINGS

All of these things are really cool and if you want to be cool you should have or do them:

Tattoos!
Harley Davidsons!
Pleated Pants!
DENNIS RODMAN!
Blowout Haircuts!
Tiny DOOOOGS!
MMA TRAINING!
AFFLICTION HAAATS!
Constantly Updated STATI on FACEBOOOK!
Ventless SUIT JACKETS!
RVCA TEE SHIRTS!
Sandals with JEANS!
HAIRGEL!
A BARTENDING JOB! And a superficial SUPREMACY COMPLEX ABOUT IT! MAKE MY DRINK AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!
MILKSHAKES NIGGA!
MULTIPLE REPEATEDDD LETTERSSSS AND CAPS LOCK!
Hammers!
Arrogance when you cant even do your laundry, define sartorial, name the members of operation ivy, pay your rent, explain the single complication of a BELL AND ROSS BR01, ASSEMBLE A CPU FROM SCRATCH, download microsoft office FO FREE, do 100 push UPS, navigate yourself to a location you have only been once, PATCH A FLAT TIRE in a PARKING LOT, ROOF A HOUSE, perform a multi-level sort on excel, hit a BASE BALL, do a back FLIP, point out any girl and get her number, discern automatic MOVEMENT from QUARTZ, BUILD A DECK, name the atomic make up of a CARBOHYDRATE, differentiate ERMENEGILDO ZEGNA from HELMUT LANG and know how to determine the authenticity of either, dissasemble and REASSEMBLE a HK USP .40 compact, understand the works of MARQUES de SADE, fuck yourself im done

Friday, June 12, 2009

The Bank

I went to the bank today.

As I was leaving a dodge ram SRT10 careened into a handicapped spot. A large man in his late twenties or early thirties wearing a black affliction shirt, jeans and a douche bag haircut hopped out spryly and nearly bumped into me on his important path inside the bank.

He had to have been from new york or boca raton. He had a look of entitlement about him indicating he had never worked a day in his life and cheated his way through school; however, somehow he was built like a lumberjack and had a nice truck. He had big aviator sunglasses and true religion jeans. (My grandmother was involuntarily and vexingly handicapped).

I asked him if he was handicapped.

"Do I look it?" he replied dismissively as continued on in a limber stride.

I was awestruck. I held the repulsive vile rage in and modestly asked him "Do you want to be?"

He looked back questioningly to find that I had not moved from in front of his truck or taken my eyes off him. He made his transactions and felt my thousand yard stare on his back for the next ten minutes.

Exiting the bank he healthily strode past me limp-free into as I glared awesricken at his brazenness. The man tucked himself neatly into his truck and decided he was safe. I still had not moved or blinked.

As I walked away, he had a swell of pride. He rolled his window down and said “What?”

This is exactly what I wanted.

Now I’m not the type to start fights. Not only do they lead nowhere, but 99% of people do not expect or know what to do in an altercation unless they have been drinking or they are with their boys. Especially in Boca.

This could go two ways from here. I could tell him I wanted to rip the jugular vein out of his neck and drink from it like a keg in the parking lot. Perhaps I would tear his jaw off, grind it up with a protein shake and enjoy it after a nice workout. Maybe I’d wear his scalp like a hat. I had a few ideas. OR perhaps I could be the bigger man and gracefully help him realize his flaw. I chose the high road.

I saw the look in his Prada-shaded eyes as I stuck 60% of my body in his open passenger side window and calmly asked him to repeat the question. Perhaps he had not anticipated this. Apparently no one had ever dare disagree with this large, spoiled young man. He fumbled slightly and hit the lock button on his door.

Laugh. (Inside my head.)

The 6 foot tall 200 pounder looked at me, bewildered a 5’7” 160 pound punk ass would cross him and his anger grew. He became flustered as I calmly asked him again if he was handicapped. He replied with defensive answers like are you a manager here? Are you a cop? What the fuck, bro? I responded no. He was still seated in his truck and I had not flinched.

I asked him to really think about what he is doing and if this was even an argument. He told me to “mind my fucking business.” I prodded more, just to see how much of a pussy this guy was. I gave him a shit eating grin and said finally “Think about what you’re doing right now.” He cursed as he rolled up his window and peeled off, pointing at me. I had not intended to start a fight here; in fact I knew this man would not do a thing no matter how hard I pressed. Hopefully he got the message. I’m sure he realized his douchebaggery 5 minutes down the road and that’s one less douchebag for the day.

I win.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

The Original Idea For MaggotZine was "Brain Puke"...

I really shouldn't be posting this, but sometimes you gotta go with your gut.

These pics are compiled so well, and they really are the cream of the crop. I started my search because I wanted to find the one that seems to have taken place at Fitchburg State, where I just transferred to for the fall. I knew I had to have this pic on hand to sum up my feelings after orientation today, it's too important to ignore that one of the most seen and most epic puke pictures of all time went down on or near the very campus I'll be spending the next two years at. Well, here it is.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Anticipation for Another New Album

Dinosaur Jr's new album called "Farm" is scheduled to come out at the end of the month. I already have my autographed copy pre-ordered, and I suggest everyone pick it up. In lue of Dinosaur's new offering, I bring you the first single entitled "Over It" and the video to go along with it. Dinosaur's video have always been funny, and this one may be my favorite yet. It's clear in the video that the bands passion for skateboarding still lives on, and J Mascis can really shred!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Sweet Emotion

I live in "The Aerosmith Building". Aerosmith lived in my building for the first few years they lived in Boston, and wrote many of their first songs here. I had always known this since I moved in, but it wasn't until recently that I saw the "Sweet Emotion" video and flipped. The video was shot in the basement of my building, where I take out the trash actually. The basement looks different than it did during the filming in 1991, however it's still really cool, being an Aerosmith fan, to live here. This may not be the typical MZ post, but I thought I would share this. Look for the exterior shot of the building and stoop, which drifts into the band playing downstairs in the basement.

Monday, June 8, 2009

The Most Important Music Video Since The Introduction of MTV

I just randomly had a flashback of this and I had to find it on YouTube.


I miss the 90's, remember the Toadies? I just got Rubberneck again it's just as good as it was ten years ago, go get it...

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Shitty Skate Rap Videos

Even if you're not a skateboarder, you can appreciate the shittiness of the following videos. Incase you're not familiar with the embarrassment that is "skate rap" videos, let me break it down for you...

The first pro skateboarder turned rapper was Chris Gentry. He was (and I say "was" because other skaters have bumped him off) the laughingstock of the industry in the late 90's with his lame, candy-ass rap songs that made you want to climb into a deep, deep hole and never come out.



Unfortunately, Gentry doesn't make me cringe as much as some more current skateboarders have recently. First there was Terry Kennedy. He used to be a cool shit until he somehow got involved with MTV, dated Run's daughter, and now Terry Kennedy (a mediocre pro at best) is a rapper. When I first saw this video, I couldn't believe it was serious. He's rapping about shoes!



I thought this problem of skaters turned rappers couldn't get any worse. Boy was I wrong about that. Enter Jereme Rogers. Jereme, a pro from Boston, used to be a cool dude. I've met the guy, and he's always been a little weird, but he took the embarassment of skate rap to a whole new level with this dreadful display...

Go Go Go


Does anyone else find these songs unbearable?

Membership for Mating

As a goof I went to a dating website and joined. It was a free trial ( I wasn't going to invest anything more than my time for my curiosity) for a 10 day assessment. They guaranteed a match based on my personality and basic info. Mind you, I have no problem in the "dating area" let alone the fact that I'm happily in a relationship and going to get married soon. I just wanted to see what freak I got matched with. The short Bio below is what I posted in the "about me" section and "who im looking for". After posting it, about 2 days later I noticed that I could not log onto the site anymore and had received an email from the site's administration informing me that my profile has been deleted and that I was prohibited from using their services, due to my "crudeness, ignorance and bigotry".

Who im looking for:
An outgoing female that is turned on by hate crimes, enjoys sex in cars and one who is not afraid to participate in oral sex in front of their parents.

About me:
I'm a 27 year old male, in good shape and outgoing. I'm cooler than most and funnier then the rest. I enjoy drinking, insulting fat people and picking up women in bars only to have them clean my apartment. I like dining out, throwing things at immigrants and going to outreach programs for rape victims wearing a "just say no" t-shirt and pass out my phone number.

However, before being expelled from the site I did get 5 matches from interested women(obviously victims of sexual abuse and major codependent issues) but 'Interested' none the less...haha Take THAT E-harmony!

Let's Get One Thing Straight...

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Requiem For A Teen


It's waaaaaaaaaaaay too late for me to be doing anything, never mind blogging, but I'm upset. It was announced today by the goddess herself that Exene Cervenka has multiple-sclerosis. I am devastated. It might not seem like a big deal to somebody who has maintained a life outside of punk-rock, but this is an incredible moment. Exene was not only the first female punk singer, she remains the archetype for any and every girl with the balls to front a band. It should also be pointed out that she is the ex-wife of one of our greatest living actors, Viggo Mortenson. They have a child together, Henry, who is now 21.

Cervenka and the legendary John Doe were planning an X reunion for the Sweet Relief Musicians Fund. Please give what you can, as I will. Any distasteful jokes/references will be met with boot-to-balls. No exceptions.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Project Natal-Xbox 360 Motion Sensing System

I used to remember when xbox first came out it was a huge concrete block, (not literally). The first Xbox was so heavy it had a warning about dropping it on someone can cause injuries. But no one gave a crap about its weight or how it looked, it had the sickest graphics anyone had ever seen in a system. It destroyed the PS2 in graphics and every other gaming system that was out at the time. Then Xbox had to do it again with the 360, out-beasting the Wii and the PS3 with graphics, and also with online gaming and all the extra shit it has. The Piece of Shit 3 stood no chance again, and well the Wii was still in the competition with its motion sensing system and not forget the cheap price too. However Microsoft was not going to stop, they kept BEASTING it, coming out with avatars last fall which allowed gamers to create their own characters and use them within arcade games. Now its 2009 and the E3 (Electronic Entertaiment Expo) show in CA was up and running today. So Xbox had to keep BEASTING it with their own Motion Sensing System that unlike the Wii is Control-less. YES NO FUCKING CONTROLS. so this is where i stop and just let you watch the future of gaming unravel before your eyes. XBOX is out to take over the gaming world. CANT WAIT!!!! Check out the link below for Xbox.com to watch the official video

Sunday, May 31, 2009

And Another Thing...



In the sad, painful years since Dave Chappelle took his comedic genius away from us loving fans, we have been trying to cope with the withdrawals as best we can, but without the methadone of re-runs I've seen many people almost relapse with one hand on a tourniquet and the other on a Dane Cook CD. It's fucking sad, really.

Finally, we can stop misquoting lines from Tyrone Biggums, we can stop crying ourselves to sleep after looking to Comedy Central for help; Chappelle Show reruns are on TV!

Oddly enough, its those trendy reality whores at MTV who are showing them, but like any true addict we Chappelle fans don't care who's dick we have to suck to get our fix.

The C Video

This is a skate video I filmed with my friends. It's from 2006 and took a couple years to film. This is a pretty big chunk of my life on film, and I thought I'd share it with MZ. Featured in the video is Drew Lowey, Matt Martin, Luke Senerchia, Mike Martin, John Martin, Frankie Nash, Drew Wallace, Aaron Lowey and Andy Sermos.

The C Video from mattmartin730 on Vimeo.

Ain't This Some Shit

Here are some of the tough issues I've been struggling with lately...

1. A great reason to expatriate and never tell anyone that you're from America:


2. I haven't seen Sudden Death in forever, but I think I want this to be the way I'll always remember JCVD:


3. I like to have sex in semi-public settings, as I'm sure we all do, but some people's inner freak should be kept in check:

high school reunions

at your high school reunion be sure NOT to do any of the following:

start the night at the open bar with tequila, vodka cran, and jagerbombs, get a round of shots-for the whole graduating class, functionally blackout 20 minutes into the event, throw napkins, unbutton your shirt (for the whole night), attempt to have rational conversation, fistpump the roof off without any music, sexually harass every girl you see-whether or not you spoke to them in high school, hitchhike a ride from DMX's twin brother to the afterparty in a 2002 pontiac vibe at 2am, harass everyone entering the afterparty, get kicked out of the afterparty before you get in, brawl with the bouncers at the afterparty, let your friend go back to the door and talk shit to a 250lb man who felt it necessary to deliver an ocular cavity-breaking haymaker to said shit-talker (we love you cinnamon), lose your ride home, take a taxi home, not pay attention to where the 'caxi tab' driver is going, end up half way to New Hampshire, take off running from the cab and its $200 fee, or assume that the multiple calls and messages you left on the bar's voicemail- indicating you were a lawyer who will be investigating 'incident outside your establishment"-will not come back to haunt you.

at least i made my point to the class of 2003. matthew simonetti was here.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Things I Hate

In no particular order:

1. Country music
I only like the songs that everyone sings together in drunk bonding moments. Otherwise, it’s pretty much all the same twangy rip-roaring bullshit about pickup trucks and trashy girls and many other classic you-might-be-a-redneck-if-
you-recognize-this references. I like a little more variety. And brain power.
Sidenote: Keith Urban? Australian. Taylor Swift? From Pennsylvania. WTF?

2. Sarah Jessica Parker/Sex and the City
How did one of the ugliest mugs in the business become New York’s (and every Sex and the City fan’s) ultimate fashion icon? No, but seriously, face aside, who above the age of seven wears a god damned tutu out of the house for anything aside from a dance recital? This show is just absolutely absurd. I don’t care about any of these women or their lives, except for maybe Samantha because I find her hilarious. This show is put on the air to make me and my peers jealous of people who aren’t even better than me but are living the dream. Fuck you Sarah Jessica Parker. I agree with Peter Griffin: “She looks like a foot.” (Note: I did love her in Hocus Pocus.)

3. Grey’s Anatomy
Meredith Grey is a whiney, lispy, self-destructive bitch that should do us all a favor and slit her wrists. And the Asian chick looks like she got hit in the face with a frying pan. Patrick Dempsey is the only reason I ever have, or ever will, allow myself to be forcibly handcuffed to a chair to watch Grey’s Anatomy.

4. Hipsters (“hippies” of the new era)
Look, you’re not better than everyone else just because you think it’s wrong to eat anything with eggs in it. Therefore, no one wants to hear you bitch and moan about politics (even when your pick got the vote, you pinko-commie bastards), your musings on Nietzsche and the progress you’ve made on the painting of him you’re doing with organic baby food, or your opinion on just about…everything. (Especially the politics thing. And the war. Please shut up, you know nothing about what’s going on over there.) You are glorified emos. Look! The hair, the nerdy glasses, the tight jeans…this has all become cool somehow? We used to make fun of kids for all of that nigh on three years ago (see: The Emo Song).
Also, quit it with the Che Guevara shirts. We don’t need to see a human billboard to know that you’re a Communist.

5. Che Guevara t-shirts
I hate them so much they get to be on the list twice. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone but waspy, over-privileged white kids wearing the face of one of the world’s most vicious dictators proudly on their chest as a shot to “the man.” Dude. The man never got you down. Do you even KNOW who Che was, or is it enough that you’re making some sort of “bold statement?” Please look up how many people he killed. Where are your tree-hugging, peace-mongering, peace-sign chucking, wishy-washy naïve ideals now, maan?

6. Mixed drinks
They don’t make sense. They typically don’t taste good, so there’s the first problem. And if you’re skipping taste to go straight for results, well they just don’t come along quickly enough unless you’re pounding Long Island Iced Teas. So why not just cut the shit and rip shots? Frankly, I’d rather have a beer.

7. Lady Gaga
Is she really a huge whore, or does she just like to dress like one? And sing about “taking a ride on your disco-stick” after she’s turned her shirt inside out and probably lost it in a game of poker. Sure, plenty of us have had sloppy nights, but just dancing never makes it okay.

8. Ugg boots and skirts
Stupid.

9. Angelina Jolie
She is not great because she has enough money to adopt one child from every starving country on the planet. She’s a dirty home wrecker, not to mention a psycho bitch. Does anyone remember Billy Bob’s blood in a vial around her neck?? The make out session with her brother??? I FEEL LIKE I’M TAKING CRAZY PILLS. Angelina Jolie is not a good person because she can help people. She just has enough money to do so and a good enough publicist to tell her to. Here’s my advice to her: try and remember that you have a biological child. With one of the hottest men ever. Maybe you should get your head out of Africa’s (and the movie industry’s) ass(es) and hang out with your family.

And, honestly. Did any of you see Wanted? A loom that tells assassins what to do. Are you kidding me.



"There's nothing more for us to say/I fucking hate you anyway" -Slayer, "Exile"


Friday, May 29, 2009

District 9



For the first time in a long time, I actually payed to see a movie in the theater instead of downloading it. In the 20 minutes of commercials and 10 new Disney/Pixar movie trailers, one trailer stood out from the rest, District 9. It started off with documentary style interviews of people talking about what you think is a new minority migrating into a part of the world for which they clearly do not belong. Like celebrities visiting 3rd world countries collecting babies for their own personal collection. The trailer then reveals that these new squatters are not human, but of alien origin. The last bit shows one of the extra terrestrials being interrogated by what seems to be the military. This is a new take on the alien invasion theme used by so many other movies. It actually shows the aliens as having emotion and a sense of humanity. The clip gave an insight on what it would realistically be like if aliens landed on an unwelcoming Earth. Forced into slavery while their technology is reverse-engineered for our personal use. All the while being imprisoned in impoverished and disgusting conditions resembling those of Slumdog Millionaire. Since they are not human, you can assume they would have no human rights as well. There are undertones of poverty and racial issues throughout the trailer, but I'm not smart enough to try and explain them any further.

Fastest Prick in the West



This dude is ridiculous. His name is Bob Munden, and he's an arrogant douche. Granted the guy is amazing with a six-shooter, he doesn't have the right to have an ego almost on par with Kanye West. But for all the shit I talk about the guy, I am very impressed with his speed. It takes a lot of practice and dedication to be that fast. If Massachusettes didn't have such mega strict gun laws, I would be inspired to go outside and practice my quick-draw until I blew off a finger, or until all the birds that live in the tree above my car were dead. He goes on to say that he holds all 18 world records in the sport of fast-draw. But some research led to the conclusion that he does not. Nor is there any source willing to verify any records of any kind. Not even the South Western Combat Pistol League can provide any factual history of competitions and record breaking shooting. The SWCPL seems to be the foremost authority on shooting balloons, which is what all their competitions are composed of. Too bad this guy wasn't born 200 years ago when real gun-slingers ruled the West. I'm sure he would have been legendary, but probably still a prick.

The Bro-Rape Guys Hit the Big Leagues

Out of all the low budget sketch comedy groups you find on YouTube, the Derrick Comedy team were always one of the best; although maybe they could have picked a better name...

If you don't remember them, let me remind you: there was their magnum opus Bro-Rape, then there was this one, oh yeah and this one too. They have plenty more, but those three will be enough for now.

According to Paste Magazine, their feature length movie, Mystery Team , just got picked up by Roadside Attractions and we'll all be seeing it on the big screen. The movie looks pretty promising. Also, I just found out that their most enthusiastic bro-rapist, Donald Glover, has been writing for 30 Rock and actually performed on the show. I have to say I'm really happy to see a bunch of funny dudes who started with YouTube and College Humor videos to be breaking into the industry. It's a beacon of hope to the rest of us who watch contemporary comedy and say: " I could do better". Maybe someday I'll get off my ass and start out the way they did, but for now I'll just watch Bro-Rape for the 100th time:

I wrote this yesterday, but didn't get the chance to post it. The moral of this story is that I hate unfit fuckface parents. Wear condoms.



This morning, as I tumbled out of bed and stumbled out of bedroom, I was greeted with a dozen talking heads lamenting the disappearance of a small child. Her name was Julia Rakoczy and she was 9 years old. Julia and her mother, Bonnie Sweeten, were rear-ended by two black men (of course) in mid-morning traffic and placed in the trunk of a Cadillac, according to a 911 call made by Ms. Sweeten.
Never mind the fact that anybody who spent more than 4 minutes plotting a kidnapping would think to confiscate the hostage’s cell-phone. I would imagine that’s the first thing you do. Never mind the fact that a fender-bender, like the one Ms. Sweeten described, would leave behind a mess of glass, metal and skid-marks that were nowhere to be found. Never mind the fact that a traffic accident occurring at an intersection in a wealthy Philadelphia suburb would be recorded on a number of security cameras.
Never mind the facts..... that’s what Bonnie Sweeten did. The dumb bitch created an incident that would legally require her daughter’s face to be plastered on every television screen in the country. With such publicity surrounding them, you’d think she would go underground. Maybe she would rent an RV under a fake name and hide out in Topeka or lay low in a roadside motel outside Biloxi. Wherever her next move took her, it would have to be to a place where they could be inconspicuous. Not a place full of police, people and cameras..... like Disney World. Definitely not Disney World.
But that’s where Bonnie Sweeten chose to disembark and, for that, I’m grateful. Now, a child is a little safer and a first-class jackass is staring prison in the face. I don’t care that she sent police on a wild-goose chase, not that police in the greater-Philadelphia area have nothing to do. I don’t care that she violated the sanctity of Disney World. Shit, that place is Club Med for pedophiles. Club Ped, if you will......
I do care, however, when a child’s welfare is put at risk by a fool’s logic. That bitch needs go away for awhile. A child should not have to go through life without her mother but something tells me she’s better off, in this case.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

How Did Cops Subdue Unarmed People Before They Had Tasers?

Here are five of my personal favorite police abuse stories involving tasers. Of course, YouTube videos like this almost go on forever and I'm sure there'll be plenty of new ones in the future. These five are a mix of some interesting ones I'd never seen and some all around classics that are always good for a revisiting. Maybe one day I'll even get my 15 minutes of taser fame! You know me, I'm a dreamer.











Wednesday, May 27, 2009

A Band We Can All Agree On...

I've been called a lot of things in my day...but one of the funniest is definitely "music nazi". Is it really my problem that I get up in people's faces when I catch them listening to the radio or to the same "party mix" from 4 years ago? That old classic "Party Like a Rockstar" or "I'm In Love With A Stripper" should have been put to bed a long time ago - a bed of fucking nails. I know that the real music-heads, even the ones that love mainstream club tracks, moved on when the time was right, but it seems like too many people only eat what they're fed; whatever MTV and the radio force down their welcoming gully holes. Me, on the other hand, I find that the meat tastes much better when I hunt it down and kill it with my own bare hands, which, of course, is a metaphor for google searching and downloading music torrents.

The point of all this ranting is that there is one band that me and almost all my friends can agree on. That's because this band satisfies all the needs of every middle-class, suburbanite stoner. They were there with us back in the day when bands like Deftones and Soulfly were the heaviest shit we could ever imagine, and this band was heavy back then too. But, when we all grew up and our musical tastes changed - some got heavier, some got lighter, some got weird - Dredg remained right there by our sides. As we all grew out of our Limp Bizkit phases and maybe stopped wearing those E-Town Concrete T-shirts, Dredg was right there to say: "Yea, we're bored with that shit too."

What's great about Dredg is that they're all skill and no gimmick: just a bunch of normal guys who have committed themselves to making the kind of music they like. Which is a culmination of the entire alternative rock evolution that I have witnessed along with them. They incorporate that great tremolo guitar sound heard from instrumental (post-)rock gods like Explosions In The Sky, Mono, and, of course, the local champs: IREPRESS. I think it was either Explo or Irepress that I heard it from first, but no matter how much new bands are over using it, I still fall for it every time. They traded their screaming/singing vocal style for straight singing around the same time their fans were reconsidering their stance on that very issue. Musically, I feel like I grew up with Dredg; they were right by my side during that awkward time in every boy's life when he realizes he'll never make new friends driving around bumping rap-rock.

They started out as some kind of heavier, yet more mature incarnation of Incubus(S.C.I.E.N.C.E.-era) way back in the day with their Orph EP, which my friends and I have only recently stumbled upon. I advise any other Dredg fans to look into it as well.

Then they got a little more experience and dropped Lietmotif, which was still heavy but it had obviously been given a lot of thought. This was about the time I think they committed to making nothing but epic albums, meant to be listened to front to back with lyrics that are deep yet accessible for anyone. They certainly aren't trying to impress anybody with intellectualism, they are some of the most modest musicians I've ever seen.

El Cielo is where they found their balance; that is a well thought out juxtaposition of heavy and melodic sections all buffed to a glossy shine by the singer's epic vocal style. But I must admit the sudden drop in heaviness scared me a little.

Catch Without Arms
impressed all the Dredg fans I knew when it came out, and it proved that they were going to stay with the formula they found in El Cielo. I was worried about the old boys; bands usually seem to get more and more mellow and then next thing you know you're dad wants a copy of the CD and they're getting air time on the easy listening channels. Nope, not Dredg; still too rugged for old people and still keeping it real.

Now they're dropping a new album on June 9th and I know everybody around here is excited about it. If you've been to some of the recent shows in Boston, then you saw some of their new songs and it looks like its going to be a great album. One thing did worry me though, at the Middle East, I noticed most of the kids at their show didn't know who they were. Instead they were there to see this band Torche, who I didn't know; but when I heard them I was pleasantly surprised, and I've since procured two of their albums. I want to make sure people who don't know about Dredg find out quick; they could very well satisfy a really large void in the music world. They can appease almost any musical taste; I hate to say it but they're almost mainstream status. Who cares though. They're about as far as a band can get from selling out, I'm confident that every song they put out is because they genuinely like it, not because it will sell. Seeing Dredg get the recognition they truly deserve is like watching the big brother I never had graduate from college, I'm happy for them and I hope they'll let me come party with them in the big leagues. So go out and buy the new record when it comes out...for now here's some live footage of my favorite new song: "Irelund".



Sidenote: Going through YouTube to find all those videos of bands has made me really miss the mid 90's and that whole phase of music. And goddammit I still love the Deftones.

Even video games hate America



Some anti-American Scottish hippies are making a video game called Rendition: Guantanamo Bay. Normally one would think this to be a Tetris-type game where instead of trying to fit blocks, L pieces, and the ever elusive straight piece, you stack up naked prisoners like a pyramid, just like in the real Guantanamo. Needless to say, I was sorely disappointed when I saw the game was from the prisoner's POV.

As you can tell from the trailer, the graphics look like they are from a high school 3D animation class, and the music makes this guy an automatic hero, even if it does copy, almost exactly, the theme from Requiem for a Dream. The story goes like this: the main character is arrested for being an alleged Al-Qaeda member and 3 years later he gets a mysterious message telling him that he has a son. So what's the logical thing to do? Have Big Bob pack you a cockmeat sandwich for the road and bust out of course! It's that easy. If I was him, I would have asked for a DNA test from Maury Povich before I went through the trouble of breaking out of Gitmo, but then again I'm a worrier.

Extreme Bullet Time



Screw Neo dodging a couple bullets on a rooftop in The Matrix. This is just ridiculous. Ridiculously awesome. It's crazy how we went from silent black and white movies to what we have here. This is called 'Carousel' and I guess it's trying to showcase a new super-widescreen film or something. I can't even begin to try and explain what type of cinematography was used to make this. But I do know that this was the coolest 2 minutes of my life... is that sad?

Hated: GG Allin & The Murder Junkies



"GG Allin is an entertainer with a message to a sick society. He makes us look at it for what we really are. The human is just another animal who is able to speak out freely, to express himself clearly. Make no mistake about it, behind what he does is a brain"
- John Wayne Gacy
Death Row
Maynard,IL

GG Allin, to put it lightly, was a sick fuck. He was about as close as a human being could get to Satan himself, and this is clear when John Wayne Gacy was defending him from his cell on death row. He was famous for beating up his fans and band members, taking shits and throwing it at the audience, rolling in broken glass, sticking things up his ass, and thrusting microphones into his clenched mouth and breaking his own teeth, all during performances.

On Demand has the film "Hated: GG Allin and the Murder Junkies" under the music section. The film is a sick look into GG's life of crime and controversy. It is not for the faint of heart, and has a little too much shit and blood to watch at one sitting. Here is the first 10 minutes of the film, hopefully enough to hook you in.

So Lonely.....


North Korea is testing us.

But that's all they can do..... test. Any person with a clear head knows that North Korea (Seriously?? You're not even all of Korea) cannot and will not fuck with us on the level of war. Obama is taking the best approach (the same he's taken with Iran), that of the high road. If we all decide to start measuring our dicks in terms of nukes, everyone will lose. That's how Reagan was able to end the Cold War. He convinced everybody he was crazy enough to whip it out.

Kim Jong-Il clearly wants to have a dick-measuring contest with Obama, but he's ill-advised. Come on, who do you think is gonna win that one..... the asian or the black guy?

In Less Than Surprising News....



OJ has asked for an appeal, declaring his trial to be "fundamentally unfair".

I agree with the Simpson defense. It's unfair for a guy who has only killed white people to be tried by an all-white jury.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Last Day Dream by Chris Milk

I always kind of turned a blind eye to short films, but this video that I stumbled upon got a lot done in about 42 seconds. It was produced for Beijing's 42 Second Dream Film Festival and it really needs no introduction, you'll understand as soon as you watch. Also, there's a great unexpected cameo in this; just watch you'll love it.

Disclaimer: The thumbnail is very misleading, put your boners away....

Last Day Dream [HD] from Chris Milk on Vimeo.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Grounding Oneself

Its tough being a guy who doesn't appreciate sports in a country where it would be reasonable to assume it comes with the penis. I guess I could dedicate a few hours of my life to studying relevant stats just so I could talk it up with the bros instead of doodling in the corner or writing "important notes" on my own stomach, but I decided a long time ago that trying that hard just to fit in is not my style.

This has become the way I feel about indie/old music and bands. Don't get me wrong, I definitely went through that phase where you start going back to musical eras before you were born just so you can be pretentious and hip, claiming that you don't get how people could not have known about the Pixies or At The Drive-In. Eventually you realize that you have a whole iTunes playlist only there to show other "more-indie-than-thou", Iron-Maiden-Vans-wearing D-Bags. All that effort just so that you can claim you were totally into the Misfits back in the day, when in actuality you're parents were only beginning to consider fucking for procreation. Doesn't seem worth it...That is when you trim it down to only the stuff you genuinely enjoy listening to and you start looking for contemporary shit that gets your musical rocks off.

We independent music fans can get a little uppity sometimes and we just need to be reminded of our humble, unassuming roots; to be grounded. For instance, I used to tell my friends that they were all pussies because they couldn't handle my Jager pounding/Pig Destroyer listening/drunk driving sessions, but now I understand they were scared for their lives/totally confused that someone would choose brutal death metal over Lil' Wayne, a vocoder, and an unused guitar. See! I can't even avoid telling someone else their music choices are stupid for more than 30 seconds.

The point is: be indie, be underground, even be hip if you want; but don't tell anyone else that they have a problem because they don't share your passion for being the first to know. Besides, if everyone started doing it, then what would be left for you? You would just be listening to pop, while underground blogs discussed how unfair it is that nobody "gets" Lady Gaga. We all need to be grounded and here is a great way to remind us that we are all the same:

Not too long ago we were all just little BMX/Skateboarding punks who loitered outside of sub shops and convenience stores. During that time we never could have foreseen comedy getting any better than this:



Powers of Ten

"A film dealing with the relative size of things in the universe, and the affect of adding another zero. Made by the office of Charles and Ray Eames for IBM."


Sunday, May 24, 2009

Sonic Youth- The Eternal

If something is great enough, it needs no introduction. That's how I feel about Sonic Youth. What I have for you today is a preview of the new Sonic Youth album entitled 'The Eternal'. This is 'Sacred Trickster' and 'Antenna' being performed on Jools Holland. I was happy to hear the complex yet harmonious sounds of the band in these two cuts from the album. Please enjoy a small sample of 'The Eternal', which will be released June 9th.

Don't Sit Next to Dennis


I've only recently started watching a lot of horror movies, so I'm definitely no expert. But I can honestly say that I already know what the best scene from any horror movie is. I've known for years, and it has nothing to do with amputated dicks, slit achilles tendons, or Meatloaf cutting a jersey shaped slab of his own skin off. It's from the classic Cabin Fever, and its about pancakes.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Tim and Eric are Fucking Ballin' Right Now

That last post got me looking for news on Tim and Eric's most recent endeavors, and I found out from Paste Magazine's website that they are doing some big fucking things. Click that link for more details, but here are some highlights:
  • A Tim and Eric movie - which is epic news especially considering the two comedic champions producing it: Will Ferell and Adam McKay
  • A new Dr. Steve Brule (John C. Reilly) spin-off show called Check It Out!
  • Four contributions to the up coming Funny Or Die HBO series which include collabs with Zach Galifianakis, Will Forte, Bob Odenkirk, and Frank Black??? (Yup, the dude from the Pixies working with Tim and Eric - INSANE)
Needless to say, I'm fucking psyched to see the duo making such big moves, and I can't wait to see how things pan out. If you're still sleeping on Tim and Eric, "....then I don't want to know you."

3 T-Scroat

I've finally accepted that most of my friends will never truly appreciate the comedy stylings of my heroes Tim and Eric. Weak-minded individuals can't wait out the weirder skits for the others which are fucking gold. The hit-or-miss nature of their show deters a lot of people from sitting through a whole episode; viewers then opt for more thought provoking fare like MadTV or the ever-slipping SNL. My point is that showing only a clip at a time may be a more effective way to showcase T&E's comedic prowess. So here's one of the best clips from the new season...Oh, and as a brief side note MZ now offers TWO posts tagged with the word EUNUCH, great stuff...

Comics ain't for kids no more

When you think of comic books most everybody says Batman, X-Men, Superman and the occasional weird anime comics with naked school girls getting raped by demonic tentacles. But nowadays there are some pretty good ones out there that have gotten me back into comics. Comics are considered lame and nerdy and hinder my ability to get laid I know... but hear me out.

When I was a kid I had a limited knowledge of comics and stuck to the basics of the aforementioned X-Men, and Spider-Man volumes with some DC characters like Batman and Superman thrown randomly into my collection, which was not too shabby for a 10 year old. But alas, I grew out of the adventures of Wolverine, Cyclops, Nightcrawler (most badass btw) Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, and Peter Parker like all maturing boys should do. Actually I just became more involved with partying and drugs and alcohol, so my money went into that. But I digress...

Fast forward to last year, while at a party chatting with a friend I haven't seen in a long time, the drunken conversation somehow got to the topic of Zombies. I was then informed that a comic had been out for a while called The Walking Dead, which I will get to in a minute. So I went to the all-powerful internet to further my knowledge of The Walking Dead. What I found was an amazingly well-written storyline that in my opinion had some very memorable and fucked up moments. (And yes, that spoon was used to gouge out his eye). Luckily the series had been going for a while so I was able to download a butt-load of issues from some torrent sites. Instantly, I was hooked. The story begins as our "hero" Police Officer Rick Grimes, wakes up from the hospital after being shot in the line of duty. He has no idea what happened or where he is, and worst of all the Zombie Apocalypse has already begun. He barely escapes the hospital and comes the the horror that his wife and son Carl are missing and possibly flesh eating zombies. So he does what any family-man on a mission in a zombie infested town does... grabs a shitload of guns and ammo and sets out to find his family. I won't spoil the details but they are happily reunited for a time. They meet up with some other survivors who are just trying to make it in this crazy cannibal world the planet has now become. For a time they seem to be doing an OK job surviving and keeping sane. At least some of their party keep their sanity for the most part. They stumble upon a prison and for a while life is good. They are reasonably protected by the prison walls and have several facilities at their disposal. At least as good as it can be with the constant threat of getting your brains eaten by a rotting, walking corpse. Some messed up stuff happens at the prison but again, I won't spoil the details. After a while they become restless and set out to find more survivors to maybe try and rebuild civilization. But what they find is anything but civil. They encounter another group that have barricaded a whole town and are relatively safe for the time being. Safe from zombies at least. The town is run by a guy who calls himself The Governor. A sadistic man who used fear and murder to somehow rise to power. This monster was doing several fucked-up things that I have never expected to read in a comic book. For instance he had a bunch of severed zombie heads in fish tanks in his room and pretended they were tv's. He would keep his zombified daughter chained up in his room and feed her body parts, which might be understandable for a parent to not want their child to die, but it was not paternal love that kept her around. There were weird child molestation undertones which were later confirmed when he pulled out her teeth so he could make out with her without being bitten. Among those crazy things you could add torture, rape, and cutting off Rick's hand to The Governor's repertoire. He also would hold gladiatorial games for his own entertainment that would pit a human against a horde of the undead. 99% of the time the undead would win. Don't worry though... he got his in the end. This storyline has been the main arc of the series so far. The comic itself is black and white except for the covers, which are in full color. The art is amazing and shows detail and emotion worthy of any gallery. And usually at the end of every issue is a portrait of a random zombie covered in blood and gore. I highly suggest you give this comic a chance. There are several books out that have numerous issues jammed into a sort of encyclopedia of the series. There are currently 61 issues out, and I bet almost all of them are online for download, if you know where to look. Easily a 10/10. I will most definitely be getting all the issues from now on until the end, and you should too.

Next on the list is Y: The Last Man. Hands down, the best comic series I have ever read. The story is about a 22 year-old amateur escape artist named Yorick Brown. The story follows his misadventures after a mysterious epidemic kills every mammal with a Y chromosome in the entire world, except for Yorick and his Capuchin monkey, Ampersand. For those that were wondering the ampersand is that thing above the 7 on the keyboard. Yorick and Ampersand, along with Agent 355, an ass-kicking government agent from a super secret branch of the government called the Culper Ring go with Dr. Allison Mann, a brilliant geneticist. The four venture out to find Yorick's girlfriend Beth, who was in Australia at the time, who Yorick was about to propose to minutes before the epidemic wiped out half of humanity. Agent 355 and Dr. Mann are also trying to escort Yorick safely to Dr. Mann's main laboratory halfway across the world so they can try to save humanity. Several obstacles get in the way of their goals including crazy bitches trying to kidnap and/or kill Yorick and Ampersand. One group that stood out was the Daughters of the Amazon. These brainwashing dykes have totally lost it and see the epidemic as God's will. Their initiation is very severe. Every Amazonian had to cut off one of their titties to be accepted into the group. Which Yorick's sister, whose name was Hero, was recruited into. Yorick's trials and tribulations stretched over a couple years. Some filled with happiness, but most filled with sadness and death. It was a little while before he was finally exposed for being the last male alive. And things only got worse from there. I give this comic an 11/10 because of so much written in these pages. The writing is awesome and I found myself laughing out loud at some of the situations and wise-ass remarks made by Yorick. Some of the best art I have seen lies within these pages. Not whatever this new modern art bullshit which looks like someone drank a bunch of paint and diarrhea-ed all over a canvas, I'm talking about real art. The covers of almost all the issues try to incorporate the letter Y in them, and are some of the coolest scenes I have ever seen. I know I am jumping on the comic community bandwagon saying that this comic is badass, but I am doing so because it really is that good. I command you to find it and read it right now.

Last but not least, Preacher. This is the most fucked-up comic I have ever read. I can think of at least 4 guys who had their dicks cut off, bit off, ripped off, and chemically burned off. The story follows down and out hard drinkin' Reverend Jesse Custer. Who one day while in service at church, suddenly gets possessed by Genesis, the spawn of a demon and angel doing the no pants dance. As soon as Genesis is born, God high tails it out of the kingdom of heaven. Genesis is said to have the same power level as God and the Lord is scared shitless by this. After everyone in the church but Jesse is vaporized, the good reverend goes out on a quest to find God and ask him how he could abandon so many people who blindly believe in him, and try to make him go back to Heaven. He is armed with what is called "The Word". Which means his eyes turn red, and so does the word bubble text, and whatever he tells you to do, you fuckin' do it. No matter how messed up it is. He told a cop to go fuck himself, so he cut off his own wiener and shoved it up his own ass. He told another guy to stay on the beach until he counted to three million grains of sand. It took him about 8 months and totally messed him up for the rest of his life. He is joined by his estranged girlfriend Tulip O'Hare. She is a super tough gun-toting no-bullshit bitch who had the unfortunate experience of accidentally killing her father while he was dropping a deuce on a hunting trip when she was a teenager. They are also joined by Cassidy, a 200 year old Irish vampire that drinks like a fish and has done every drug imaginable. And at one point he sucked dick for coke much like Bob Saget. Throughout the series it seems like Jesse is personally pissed at God. Which he has a perfect right to be. His totally fucked up childhood raised by a sadistic grandmother, and two of the most fucked up rednecks you will ever see. Jody, a man who is basically impervious to pain who beats Jesse senseless every day, who also killed his parents right in front of him, and TC, a person who has a personal mission in life to bang every animal and inanimate object in the world. This comic has the most unique characters I have ever seen in a story. Such as Ass-Face, a teenager who tried to blow his brains out much like his beloved Kurt Cobain. But instead of killing himself, he only grazed his own face with a .12 gauge shotgun and mangled his features forever. Almost every time someone would see Ass-Face for the first time, they would barf all over the place right in front of him. The main antagonist for most of the series was Herr Starr, a sadistic German high ranking assassin in a secret society called The Grail established to preserve the bloodline of Jesus Christ. The bloodline ended when Herr Starr declared himself the leader of The Grail and dropped the super obese bulimic Allfather on top of the last relative of Jesus who is now retarded from all the years of inbreeding to keep the bloodline pure. Herr Starr definitely got it the worst throughout the comic. His bald head was cut by Jesse to look like a giant wang, he was one of the dudes who lost his manhood, and he also lost a leg and and eye before his demise. Oh, and he was anally raped a couple times too... yikes. Some minor memorable characters include two former servants of God who come to earth to sample all pleasures humanity has to offer since God left heaven. Two "sex detectives" who were hired to find Jesse but just ended up raping everyone they questioned about his whereabouts. And many others. This series was very good. The character development and situations were very well written. I give it a 9/10. It did lose a point because of times in the story where is was going purely for shock value as opposed to quality, but still very awesome.

Yeah... so that's it. Hopefully you were inspired to take a gander at these titles. I guarantee you will not be dissapointed.