Thursday — March 11th, 2010
I’ve been playing MW2 since early December ‘09 and have been amazed at the amount of little kids playing this game during the week when I thought kids that age would be in school eating paste. Not only am I amazed at the amount of toddler shooting each other to get ahead in the game (they camp together in free for all and kill each other or gang up to kill others which is really not the point of free for all…all I can think of is that they can’t get the hang of Team Deathmatch where players actually, well, TEAM UP TOGETHER to KILL OTHERS, but I digress) but the amount of whining that takes place within the game on their little toddler microphones. There was actually a match the other day where this preschooler sat on his mic complaining the ENTIRE game that someone stole his AC-130 Care Package and how he was going to write Sony a letter (probably with crayons on lined paper) to get rid of the ability to steal the enemy’s care packages. Well, first of all, take a look at the awards Mr. Fetus who has the skill to hold a game controller, and you will see that there is one you earn for STEALING THE ENEMY’S CARE PACKAGE, and two, get…over…it. Sure I could mute these rug rats who are skipping school, but part of the fun is listening to them cry and whine on their Playskool mics about how the game is unfair and someone stole their care packs or kills or whatever they are cranky about because they missed naptime or snacks because they are spending their day online playing shoot-em-up and using big-boy language. Where else can one hear a two year old saying “f***” or the many variations of it over and over while they sit in their soiled diapers eating their Goldfish snacks and sipping their juice boxes all the while hitting the high ranks because they sit together and play “patty cake” with bullets.
I don’t know if it is like this on XBOXLive, I play on PSN, but I imagine it is the same all around. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m heading back to shoot up a few and steal their lunch money.
Most people have heard about the Mars Face, that image supposedly showing a humanoid face on the surface of Mars taken by the Viking Orbiter. What most people don’t know is the Gorilla Monument near the Lunar South Pole. I think this is proof positive that the Great Apes were once a civilized society that discovered how to leave the Earth and visit our closest celestial neighbor. Perhaps they had a great war or some other catastrophe occurred to revert them to a less evolved species. That is a matter of conjecture, but what isn’t is an obvious “ape-made” structure, or monument honoring some unknown great ape from a distant past, constructed on the moon by intelligent primates.
Credit: NASA 2009
As you can see in the above NASA photo from the LCROSS mission showing the Lunar South Pole with the major craters titled, there in the red circle I drew to show you this forgotten tribute, is the unmistakable image of a gorilla. You have to tilt your head a little to the right, but if you still can’t see it, let me show you the image rotated to the left with titles showing the main facial features.
Perhaps NASA officials knew of this feature and was sending the LCROSS, not to find water, but to discover if there was any further evidence of a Primate Lunar Base. Is this also why so many nations now want to return to the moon? Do they know of the secrets hidden away at the Lunar South Pole Gorilla Base? What window to that ancient and distant primate past will it open when humans return there and explore this region? Stay tuned as more information is discovered!
I don’t know about you, but I absolutely love the site peopleofwalmart.com. I usually go there once a day to catch up on all the folks I would potentially see if I ever happened to darken the door of a Walmart. Today, while paging through the pictures, I nearly spewed my Mountain Dew all over my laptop when I saw a picture under the title “Belly Buster.” It’s the WALRUS! In the FLESH! Shopping at WALMART! LOL…guess he traded up from his pickup truck spaceship for a Lincoln Towncar…unless that is his vehicle of choice when he is not busy guest starring in my comic. It’s him! Right down to his too small orange tank and black helmet hat! Sure, he has a jacket on and shorts, but it’s his day off.
I should have a contest to have you, my readers, find pictures of the Walrus on line and send me a link so I can put them in a section of this site…you know, one of those “Separated at Birth” kinda deals. Heck, send me pictures you find on the interwebs of photos you think look like any of my characters. I’ll take a look at them, and if I think they do indeed look like that character, I’ll send a signed sketch of that character to the person who sent it to me! And just to be specific, don’t send me a picture of a lizard for Bob, a dog for Max, etc., they need to have at least a passing resemblance to the character.
Grampa Thrashes the Asphalt While Breathing Easily
I still sit down and read the local newspaper on a daily basis. Today, I saw something in a supplement that made me chuckle. It is the Boomer Times, written by Boomers, for Boomers, sounding just like when Grampa lectures you on how it was back in “his day.” It’s chocked full of useful tips like “How to Order Comfortable Shoes” and “Top Ten Early Bird Restaurants” and the ever golden “Stay Off My Lawn!” On page 19 of the October issue, I came across an ad for the AirSep Portable Oxygen Regenerator and I just shook my head at the second picture on the right side showing savvy seniors using this device. Now I know they are trying to say that 80 is the new 50, but come on, Grampa, use your head! Sure you have your knee pads and elbow pads and your handy oxygen device, but where is your helmet?! That’s really sticking it to the man, Grampa! Who needs a stinkin’ helmet when wobbling about on your grandson’s skateboard? He may break his hip and crack his skull wide open throwing a shower of fine powdered dust into the air when his melon splits in two, but he will not have to worry about his oxygen supply! That is, unless he cracks his head open on it!
In today’s Sunday ads for Target, they had a section for The Beatles Rockband for the XBox 360 along with a wireless guitar you could purchase to play along. Unfortunately, they failed miserably with the copy along side the guitar in question.
The mockguitar is not a Rickenbacker 325, it is most definitely a Hofner bass which Paul McCartney famously played for the band.
THIS is a Rickenbacker 325 (a Rickenbacker 325C64 to be exact, which John Lennon played in 1964 with The Beatles).
This is clearly a FAIL, Target!
