Saturday, October 22, 2011

How can you NOT love Nicolas Cage?

And after you view the video above, and only after, can you click Here

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Killzone: Liberation Makes Prosepunk Work fo' it!!

So I'm spending my glorious, post work Thursday night playing some Killzone: Liberation and sipping on a Sweet Tea (brand unimportant) while Avatar plays on my television.

Pre-work, while Kill Bill Vol.2 Motion Picture Soundtrack played in the background, I also immersed myself in the addictive and damn difficult world of Killzone: Liberation.

Kablammo! You're dead, man!

You die a million times in this game because everyone in the WORLD is trying to kill you. Dogs, spider bomb thingies, pressure bombs that you can barely see, well thrown grenades, these red-eyed Helghast soldiers are capital R Ruthless!

Hats off to you Killzone: Liberation, handheld facet of the Killzone series, for making me use my logic, skill and patience to best levels manned by the most intelligent AI I've seen in a while. 

Killzone: Liberation challenges me, it punishes me when I try to run in guns blazing, button mashing. It teaches me to pull a pinch of gaming finesse from my reserves and lay it all on the line for ultimate completion, ultimate success.

But damn you are hard and frustrating and maddening, which is why victory over you shall be so very sweet!

So...let's see how long it takes for me to take it down! I started playing three days ago, probably about an hour to two hours a day, give or take. Hear me starting my engines?

Friday October 21, 2:17 PM

This level, titled "TRAIL OF DECEPTION-Assault" is a damn trail of deception. No just kidding, I can't even figure out if the trail is deceptive because I keep getting shot down at the beginning of it. But I can get down with the "Assault" part because I'm for sure being assaulted. I dare say being subjected to aggravated assault tinged with First Degree Murder! This level, particular the part pictured (the very damn beginning) is kicking my frustrated a$$! And I just shot my way through a very frustrating level last night! Only to be met with a challenge that makes the last seem like level 1 in Frogger?!

Horrible picture (I couldn't fight the glare) but you get my drift.

There are two guards right there who I successfully sneak by only to get shot up by some crazy asses who come running out of a door seconds later. Boo. Still trying.

2:46 PM

Hellzyeahyuh! Got my minority stereotype ally Rico to help after running from the Halghast and putting down the bridge! If I die, though, I'm going to probably try to use more finesse next time around....but dammit I got through a part that was kicking my ass so I'm quite pleased. Did it in about two minutes with only about two tries today so far.

Story developing suckah........!

Sunday, October 16, 2011

"Method Man Does Sour Patch Kids?! Savvy Businessman or Sellout Sour Sport?" Is What Articles All Across the Internet Will Read!

Ef selling out, I like it. This is Method Man's Sour Patch Kids Commercial. #1 Don't eat much candy, but when I do, I will munch on on Sour Patch. Also, the commercials (the ones sans Method Man) strike a cord of interest within me. So, delicious candy, #1, Method Man/Wu-Tang-esque production style accompanied by the unique chant of Method Man's raspy-voiced lyrical flow #2? Heck yes please. Also, the commercial's mildly amusing dare I say....funny? And Meth had complete creative control over the commercial so he is resposible for its funniness! Not those stuffy ad executives! A good rapper! Wu-Tang? Yes, Meth was in Wu-Tang!

And dammit I need to blow the dust of my Blackout album, Doc's Da Name 2000, Malpractice album! Yes!!!!!

Now, since I have demonstrated my ability to be brain controlled by the media and their ad agencies, I will now simply encourage you to get some Meth and Red in your musical life. Oh and don't hold me to any opinion of Redman's new stuff because I haven't listened to it, but trust, I'm checking out his post-Malpractice catalogue riiiiight now!!

Peacy Weacy!!

Sidenote, once I find a version of this video that isn't a piece of ad crap that plays automatically and even presents you with a commercial BEFORE a commercial, I'll post it in place of this one. Stick it to the man!!

Update: Did it! Enjoy this Youtube version that doesn't do all the things I complained about above. Ta-Ta!

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Can I hear a "what what!" for ever enduring racism!!

So it's about that time again for conservative white males to emerge from the depths of their coffers (yes, they LIVE in their coffers) to begin a tirade against the current president, President Obama this time around, and display the shear breadth of their close-minded prejudiced ideals. you smell that? It's America people. Live with it. Laugh at it, I do, and I'm black and everyone knows that we bare the brunt of racist attacks.

Yes, I'm a black and beautiful woman who considers herself an open minded hippie of sorts, but I can still call bullspit when I see it. Before I get to calling bullspit, however, let me just remind you that dammit, I'm gorgeous. Don't forget that. I haven't posted any pictures of myself here in a while which is kind of by design since this blog is not about the glory of my striking appearance, it's about the written word, music, and presenting opinions that don't matter in the scheme of things. Ha! However, if you want a refresher of who I am to be regaling you with opinions, reviews and commentary you have undoubtedly stumbled upon after searching for some subject that I continuously fall short of explaining in its entirety, refresh your memory by spiraling into the depths of previous posts like, "Black Lipstick. The 'Next Blog' Button. Headphones." or "Now That's What I Call A Vivid Weekend" or my personal favorite, "T-Shirt Mind Control: Sneaker Pimps"


Without further ado, let me introduce you to Mr. Rick Perry!!! Proprietor of NiggerHead Ranch!

He couldn't be any more Republican if he tatted the word across his forehead.

Oh and he also wants to run for President in 2012. Godspeed, Rick Perry, Godspeed.

Anyway, old Ricky's family owns a ranch (he is a Texan after all, ooh and a self described "true conservative" as well. Fun!) that was formerly (or currently depending on who's asking) named Niggerhead Ranch. Hilarious.

Rick assured all mainstream news outlets that the name Niggerhead Ranch, which was displayed on a rock on the property, was painted over YEARS and YEARS ago. Whew, thank gosh for that! It's no worry that he's probably lying, or that the rock before it was "painted over" was probably a great conversation piece for Rick, his family and their cohorts as they walked around with shotguns and Bud Lites in their hands, happy at all the white faces surrounding them as they gunned down animals and maybe, stray black people that had the misfortune of wandering onto the grass of Niggerhead Ranch, where even the cows wear Klan hoods! I crack myself up.

Rick is a handsome guy. Looks like a true conservative Republican, and becuase of the latent (and also, apparently, in some places very active) racism still in existence today, this little racist-as-hell-ranch- name snafu probably won't affect his bid for president in a negative way. America!!!

But I'll tell you one thing, Rick Perry, don't hold your breath for an invite to my ranch which I named after you,

My maturity is evident.

Peacy Weacy!!!