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- Don't mean to steal your thunder Qman, this was just too funny it couldn't wait
But then the craziness happened. Tom came in the office, sat down, typed on his computer for a little bit, leaned back in his chair, put his feet up, let his head lean back, closed his eyes and FELL ASLEEP!!!
[PICTURE]
Yes, that's right folks both Tom and Doug were sleeping today! At the same time! It was a pretty amazing site. It shocked me enough that I felt the need to share. I hope it's not too much for anyone out there. I know it was almost too much for me.
--Mike Fasolo
http://www.adultswim.com/williams/blog/index.html
You really have to see the pictures
Keep up the work [as]
----------edit I figured since there was like a week gap I'd add the rest -----
February 13, 2006
Condemned
We just got an Xbox 360 for the office. It came with a bunch of games, so I borrowed one over the weekend. It was Condemned, a creepy, atmospheric First-Person-Melee game from Monolith. So...here's a review.
Condemned starts out with you investigating the scene of a grisly murder. You're special agent Ethan Thomas, with some sort of FBI-like agency, once with a brilliant record of arrests but lately a lot of his cases have run cold. The short of it is the killer grabs your gun from you and shoots the two policemen accompanying you. Of course you're blamed for the crime and you begin a quest to clear your name. Pretty straightforward.
Condemned is unique in a lot of ways. First off, in a word inundated with first-person shooters, the melee mechanic is really rather interesting. You can attack with the right trigger or block with the left, or taser your enemy to stun him. The block is invaluable, but the clever enemy AI is also very good at faking you out, throwing off your timing. There are guns in the game, but they're few and far between. Plus, you're limited to only whatever ammunition is in the weapon. A nice bit of realism.
The enemies are crazed psychos, the strung-out denizens of the city's dark places. They are so crazed that a lot of times the best strategy is hide and wait for them to kill each other. The AI is great and the enemy animations are fantastic. Sometimes an enemy will fake you out to throw off your block, then pummel you with a pipe or a locker door or whatever's lying around. Sometimes they will pretend to run away just to hide behind the next corner, ready to jump out at you.
The atmosphere's really what makes this game. I can't imagine this game working nearly as well on anything but the 360. Everywhere you go is dark with only your flashlight to light the way (later only a torch), but the textures and the environment look so gritty and real in high-def that I had no trouble believing that I was in an abandoned subway station or a squatter-infested department store. The sound design is excellent as well, creepy without trying too hard. Normally I don't care for scary games that much (I actually couldn't finish the first Silent Hill back in the day) but after a while it stopped being scary and just started being interesting.
There are some downs, of course. The plot's ridiculous. The atmosphere can get old. But all in all well worth checking out.
--SwimTorrent
February 14, 2006
Saved By Mike Lazzo
I have a serious problem. When I wake up in the morning, I do not want to get out of bed. I do not want to get out of bed because 1) I don't want to work, 2) I don't want to work out, and 3) I am watching Saved By the Bell.
I hate that I watch Saved By the Bell. I can tell you in all seriousness that I have been late to work several times because I want to see the end of an episode. TBS shows Saved By the Bell from 7-9 a.m. each weekday morning. I feel like I should be watching the news. And I kind of do flip to CBS This Morning every once in a while. But everytime CBS goes to commercial, I find myself inexplicably pulled back to Saved By the Bell.
I don't know why. I hate the music. I hate the acting. I hate A.C. Slater, probably the most, I hate A.C. Slater. I hate his dumb muscle shirts. I hate how he calls Jesse "Momma." I hate when you can see his gnarly arm pit hair. Other characters bother me, but none as much as A.C.
When I watch, I concentrate on different things. I watch the acting of the people in the background. I see how close some of this came to almost working. I chart the progress of Lisa Turtle as an actress. I wonder why they had an RD with a mullet on the college years. I think about if Kelly ever thought about all the girls Zach dated before they got married.
Which brings me to my factoid. A few years ago, there was a talk at Turner where they brought in Mr. Belding himself, Dan Haskins. Turner has talks all the time, sometimes with names like Roger Ebert and all. I have never seen a turn out at any other speech like there was for Mr. Belding. He talked, people brought things for him to autograph, we all laughed.
At one point, Dan remembered a time when the show was about to be cancelled. I think that this may have been when it was called Good Morning, Ms. Bliss. He said NBC was not happy with the show. But, there was this new TBS exec who loved the show and got TBS to pick up the re-runs. The re-runs were so successful, NBC went back and kept making Saved By the Bell.
Sound familiar Family Guy fans?
It should. The exec, who Dan named and publicly thanked was Mike Lazzo. I don't know Lazzo well and I certainly do not know him well enough to ask him about Saved By the Bell, but if this is true, I think we all need to get down and thank our respective TV Gods that Mike Lazzo gave us, not only Adult Swim, but the genius of Saved By the Bell.
Thank you for pwning me in every demographic you could.
--Merrill Hagan
February 15, 2006
Spider-Man Unlimited, May 3
I am pleased, so so pleased to announce that I am writing an issue of Spider-Man for Marvel Comics. My issue of Spider-Man Unlimited will be in stores on May 3, and if you want a copy, please let your comic retailer know now.
This has been a lifelong dream of mine and I am floating on air to see it actually advertised and put out there. Also, I am sharing my issue with one of my all-time favorite creators, Klaus Janson. And without further ado, the cover to Spider-Man Unlimited #15:
February 16, 2006
The Next Generation
In the early nineties, I had no cable. My parents only had the big VHF antenna we shared with my grandparents, who lived next door. So that also meant I had no UHF channels either. So back when Star Trek: The Next Generation was on I never saw it.
Which at the time I was a little glad of. I mean, come on, I was a big enough nerd as it was. I had been raised on Star Wars and Star Trek (my dad went to see the original Star Wars in the theater 19 times). I also scoffed at the idea that anyone could supplant Kirk, the masculinity of whom is rivaled only by screen legends such as Chuck Norris and Jean Claude Van Damme.
But then comes TNG on G4.
I have a weird relationship with G4. I love X-Play, feel so-so about Attack of the Show (I liked it before I realized I could absorb the whole show in about ten minutes of actually using the internet) and I hate everything else they air. But then...Star Trek. **bleep** you, Star Trek. I thought putting it on G4, a station that's supposed to be about video games, was a mistake, but I have been **bleep** in by it. They show it like a million times a day, and not just one episode repeated at certain times of the day.
Today I watched three episodes of Star Trek, and thanks to the thousands of episodes I have yet to see a repeat. In fact, I'm fighting the urge to go watch one I have on my DVR right now. I don't know why this affliction has struck me. It certainly has some well-written episodes, but a lot of them are pretty average, too.
My life is suffering for it. I haven't been able to write anything since all my free time is spent watching Star Trek. Video games must only be played in off-Trek hours. My wife has started watching it.
Please, someone help me! If anyone knows any cures I might apply, now's the time. I want to actually get something done!
--SwimTorrent
February 17, 2006
Too Much Information
Recently some guys showed up to install some fence in our backyard--just enough to keep Egg from being able to run towards the street when we're outside with him. I was barely up at 9 a.m., when they showed up, so when the doorbell rang I grabbed a ratty skirt and a sweater and traded them for my pajamas before answering the door. They wanted me to show them where the fence should go. One of them gave me a look that told me I was kind of freakish looking. I probably looked a little homeless. And I rarely wear skirts, so I felt kind of self concious about it, anyway.
So I went inside while they started digging post holes and made some coffee and started laundry, because the biggest reason I grabbed a skirt is because everything else was dirty. Oh yeah, did I say I wasn't wearing underwear under the skirt? Because I wasn't, but there's no way anyone could know that but me. It was really cold out, and starting to rain, so I leaned out and asked if anyone wanted coffee. And they did, so I brought it out. I thought it was a nice thing to do. But when I brought it out, I couldn't help but think about how my friend Jennifer's father is a contractor, and she says that porno movies are right - that women are always **bleep** in windows so that he can see, or coming to the door scantily clad. And suddenly, in my skirt--though it wasn't revealing or anything--I felt like they were sure at this point that I was one of those porno-minded women, and that they were having a good laugh about it. So I went in the bathroom and put on some dirty underwear, to make myself feel better, but I didn't close the door and then I realized that there's a huge mirror in the bathroom, and maybe they could see that I was putting on underwear in the mirror. Although, this is pretty unlikely. This is just how my neurosis manifests.
So they finished just before my laundry did, and I went out and looked it over and gave them a check. And then I went back in, and my laundry was done, and I changed clothes (this time behind closed doors, after checking for mirrors and curtains) and looked out the window to see if they were gone. And they weren't, but one of them was standing at my back door trying to give back the coffee mugs. And then I'm worried about how he saw me looking out the window at them. So I go back outside, and I'm all dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and a hoody, and then I wonder if they think that the skirt was just for them, and that I only changed because I thought they were gone.
That is what my life is like. I should probably be on some sort of anti-anxiety drug.
--Kim M.
February 17, 2006
A Red Letter Day!
Today something amazing happened in the office of Robot Chicken! It's almost beyond belief for me and I was there to witness it. It happened a few hours ago and I really just got calmed down enough to be able to think clearly again. OK, Mike...deep breath.
The day started off as normal. And then Doug fell asleep.
[PICTURE]
Most of you know by now that Doug falling asleep at his desk is nothing unusual. He sleeps for a bit then wakes up and goes back to work. But today when he woke up he kind of looked around, shifted a bit in his seat then fell back to sleep.
{PICTURE}
A Red Letter Day!
Today something amazing happened in the office of Robot Chicken! It's almost beyond belief for me and I was there to witness it. It happened a few hours ago and I really just got calmed down enough to be able to think clearly again. OK, Mike...deep breath.
The day started off as normal. And then Doug fell asleep.
[PICTURE]
Most of you know by now that Doug falling asleep at his desk is nothing unusual. He sleeps for a bit then wakes up and goes back to work. But today when he woke up he kind of looked around, shifted a bit in his seat then fell back to sleep.
{PICTURE}
But then the craziness happened. Tom came in the office, sat down, typed on his computer for a little bit, leaned back in his chair, put his feet up, let his head lean back, closed his eyes and FELL ASLEEP!!!
[PICTURE]
Yes, that's right folks both Tom and Doug were sleeping today! At the same time! It was a pretty amazing site. It shocked me enough that I felt the need to share. I hope it's not too much for anyone out there. I know it was almost too much for me.
--Mike Fasolo
http://www.adultswim.com/williams/blog/index.html
You really have to see the pictures
Keep up the work [as]
----------edit I figured since there was like a week gap I'd add the rest -----
February 13, 2006
Condemned
We just got an Xbox 360 for the office. It came with a bunch of games, so I borrowed one over the weekend. It was Condemned, a creepy, atmospheric First-Person-Melee game from Monolith. So...here's a review.
Condemned starts out with you investigating the scene of a grisly murder. You're special agent Ethan Thomas, with some sort of FBI-like agency, once with a brilliant record of arrests but lately a lot of his cases have run cold. The short of it is the killer grabs your gun from you and shoots the two policemen accompanying you. Of course you're blamed for the crime and you begin a quest to clear your name. Pretty straightforward.
Condemned is unique in a lot of ways. First off, in a word inundated with first-person shooters, the melee mechanic is really rather interesting. You can attack with the right trigger or block with the left, or taser your enemy to stun him. The block is invaluable, but the clever enemy AI is also very good at faking you out, throwing off your timing. There are guns in the game, but they're few and far between. Plus, you're limited to only whatever ammunition is in the weapon. A nice bit of realism.
The enemies are crazed psychos, the strung-out denizens of the city's dark places. They are so crazed that a lot of times the best strategy is hide and wait for them to kill each other. The AI is great and the enemy animations are fantastic. Sometimes an enemy will fake you out to throw off your block, then pummel you with a pipe or a locker door or whatever's lying around. Sometimes they will pretend to run away just to hide behind the next corner, ready to jump out at you.
The atmosphere's really what makes this game. I can't imagine this game working nearly as well on anything but the 360. Everywhere you go is dark with only your flashlight to light the way (later only a torch), but the textures and the environment look so gritty and real in high-def that I had no trouble believing that I was in an abandoned subway station or a squatter-infested department store. The sound design is excellent as well, creepy without trying too hard. Normally I don't care for scary games that much (I actually couldn't finish the first Silent Hill back in the day) but after a while it stopped being scary and just started being interesting.
There are some downs, of course. The plot's ridiculous. The atmosphere can get old. But all in all well worth checking out.
--SwimTorrent
February 14, 2006
Saved By Mike Lazzo
I have a serious problem. When I wake up in the morning, I do not want to get out of bed. I do not want to get out of bed because 1) I don't want to work, 2) I don't want to work out, and 3) I am watching Saved By the Bell.
I hate that I watch Saved By the Bell. I can tell you in all seriousness that I have been late to work several times because I want to see the end of an episode. TBS shows Saved By the Bell from 7-9 a.m. each weekday morning. I feel like I should be watching the news. And I kind of do flip to CBS This Morning every once in a while. But everytime CBS goes to commercial, I find myself inexplicably pulled back to Saved By the Bell.
I don't know why. I hate the music. I hate the acting. I hate A.C. Slater, probably the most, I hate A.C. Slater. I hate his dumb muscle shirts. I hate how he calls Jesse "Momma." I hate when you can see his gnarly arm pit hair. Other characters bother me, but none as much as A.C.
When I watch, I concentrate on different things. I watch the acting of the people in the background. I see how close some of this came to almost working. I chart the progress of Lisa Turtle as an actress. I wonder why they had an RD with a mullet on the college years. I think about if Kelly ever thought about all the girls Zach dated before they got married.
Which brings me to my factoid. A few years ago, there was a talk at Turner where they brought in Mr. Belding himself, Dan Haskins. Turner has talks all the time, sometimes with names like Roger Ebert and all. I have never seen a turn out at any other speech like there was for Mr. Belding. He talked, people brought things for him to autograph, we all laughed.
At one point, Dan remembered a time when the show was about to be cancelled. I think that this may have been when it was called Good Morning, Ms. Bliss. He said NBC was not happy with the show. But, there was this new TBS exec who loved the show and got TBS to pick up the re-runs. The re-runs were so successful, NBC went back and kept making Saved By the Bell.
Sound familiar Family Guy fans?
It should. The exec, who Dan named and publicly thanked was Mike Lazzo. I don't know Lazzo well and I certainly do not know him well enough to ask him about Saved By the Bell, but if this is true, I think we all need to get down and thank our respective TV Gods that Mike Lazzo gave us, not only Adult Swim, but the genius of Saved By the Bell.
Thank you for pwning me in every demographic you could.
--Merrill Hagan
February 15, 2006
Spider-Man Unlimited, May 3
I am pleased, so so pleased to announce that I am writing an issue of Spider-Man for Marvel Comics. My issue of Spider-Man Unlimited will be in stores on May 3, and if you want a copy, please let your comic retailer know now.
This has been a lifelong dream of mine and I am floating on air to see it actually advertised and put out there. Also, I am sharing my issue with one of my all-time favorite creators, Klaus Janson. And without further ado, the cover to Spider-Man Unlimited #15:
[Picture]
--Merrill Hagan
--Merrill Hagan
February 16, 2006
The Next Generation
In the early nineties, I had no cable. My parents only had the big VHF antenna we shared with my grandparents, who lived next door. So that also meant I had no UHF channels either. So back when Star Trek: The Next Generation was on I never saw it.
Which at the time I was a little glad of. I mean, come on, I was a big enough nerd as it was. I had been raised on Star Wars and Star Trek (my dad went to see the original Star Wars in the theater 19 times). I also scoffed at the idea that anyone could supplant Kirk, the masculinity of whom is rivaled only by screen legends such as Chuck Norris and Jean Claude Van Damme.
But then comes TNG on G4.
I have a weird relationship with G4. I love X-Play, feel so-so about Attack of the Show (I liked it before I realized I could absorb the whole show in about ten minutes of actually using the internet) and I hate everything else they air. But then...Star Trek. **bleep** you, Star Trek. I thought putting it on G4, a station that's supposed to be about video games, was a mistake, but I have been **bleep** in by it. They show it like a million times a day, and not just one episode repeated at certain times of the day.
Today I watched three episodes of Star Trek, and thanks to the thousands of episodes I have yet to see a repeat. In fact, I'm fighting the urge to go watch one I have on my DVR right now. I don't know why this affliction has struck me. It certainly has some well-written episodes, but a lot of them are pretty average, too.
My life is suffering for it. I haven't been able to write anything since all my free time is spent watching Star Trek. Video games must only be played in off-Trek hours. My wife has started watching it.
Please, someone help me! If anyone knows any cures I might apply, now's the time. I want to actually get something done!
--SwimTorrent
February 17, 2006
Too Much Information
Recently some guys showed up to install some fence in our backyard--just enough to keep Egg from being able to run towards the street when we're outside with him. I was barely up at 9 a.m., when they showed up, so when the doorbell rang I grabbed a ratty skirt and a sweater and traded them for my pajamas before answering the door. They wanted me to show them where the fence should go. One of them gave me a look that told me I was kind of freakish looking. I probably looked a little homeless. And I rarely wear skirts, so I felt kind of self concious about it, anyway.
So I went inside while they started digging post holes and made some coffee and started laundry, because the biggest reason I grabbed a skirt is because everything else was dirty. Oh yeah, did I say I wasn't wearing underwear under the skirt? Because I wasn't, but there's no way anyone could know that but me. It was really cold out, and starting to rain, so I leaned out and asked if anyone wanted coffee. And they did, so I brought it out. I thought it was a nice thing to do. But when I brought it out, I couldn't help but think about how my friend Jennifer's father is a contractor, and she says that porno movies are right - that women are always **bleep** in windows so that he can see, or coming to the door scantily clad. And suddenly, in my skirt--though it wasn't revealing or anything--I felt like they were sure at this point that I was one of those porno-minded women, and that they were having a good laugh about it. So I went in the bathroom and put on some dirty underwear, to make myself feel better, but I didn't close the door and then I realized that there's a huge mirror in the bathroom, and maybe they could see that I was putting on underwear in the mirror. Although, this is pretty unlikely. This is just how my neurosis manifests.
So they finished just before my laundry did, and I went out and looked it over and gave them a check. And then I went back in, and my laundry was done, and I changed clothes (this time behind closed doors, after checking for mirrors and curtains) and looked out the window to see if they were gone. And they weren't, but one of them was standing at my back door trying to give back the coffee mugs. And then I'm worried about how he saw me looking out the window at them. So I go back outside, and I'm all dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and a hoody, and then I wonder if they think that the skirt was just for them, and that I only changed because I thought they were gone.
That is what my life is like. I should probably be on some sort of anti-anxiety drug.
--Kim M.
Message Edited by brad7411 on 02-18-200603:24 PM
Message Edited by brad7411 on 02-18-2006 03:24 PM
Thanks man. ( I was gonna do it today till I saw what you did....and just so you know, I post them by their date in which there put up....doesnt matter though)
brad7411 wrote:
- Don't mean to steal your thunder Qman, this was just too funny it couldn't wait
February 17, 2006
A Red Letter Day!
Today something amazing happened in the office of Robot Chicken! It's almost beyond belief for me and I was there to witness it. It happened a few hours ago and I really just got calmed down enough to be able to think clearly again. OK, Mike...deep breath.
The day started off as normal. And then Doug fell asleep.
EDIT>http://fancollective.adultswim.com/images/27/aa5116_401091808_110
9705842284_1-fceaae82000001097a27c9...
Most of you know by now that Doug falling asleep at his desk is nothing unusual. He sleeps for a bit then wakes up and goes back to work. But today when he woke up he kind of looked around, shifted a bit in his seat then fell back to sleep.
EDIT>http://fancollective.adultswim.com/images/4/aa5116_401091808_1109
705842284_1-9c2232f7000001097a2757c...
But then the craziness happened. Tom came in the office, sat down, typed on his computer for a little bit, leaned back in his chair, put his feet up, let his head lean back, closed his eyes and FELL ASLEEP!!!
EDIT>http://fancollective.adultswim.com/images/36/aa5116_401091808_110
9705842284_1-3d254159000001097a280d...
Yes, that's right folks both Tom and Doug were sleeping today! At the same time! It was a pretty amazing site. It shocked me enough that I felt the need to share. I hope it's not too much for anyone out there. I know it was almost too much for me.
--Mike Fasolo
http://www.adultswim.com/williams/blog/index.html
You really have to see the pictures
Keep up the work [as]
----------edit I figured since there was like a week gap I'd add the rest -----
February 13, 2006
Condemned
We just got an Xbox 360 for the office. It came with a bunch of games, so I borrowed one over the weekend. It was Condemned, a creepy, atmospheric First-Person-Melee game from Monolith. So...here's a review.
Condemned starts out with you investigating the scene of a grisly murder. You're special agent Ethan Thomas, with some sort of FBI-like agency, once with a brilliant record of arrests but lately a lot of his cases have run cold. The short of it is the killer grabs your gun from you and shoots the two policemen accompanying you. Of course you're blamed for the crime and you begin a quest to clear your name. Pretty straightforward.
Condemned is unique in a lot of ways. First off, in a word inundated with first-person shooters, the melee mechanic is really rather interesting. You can attack with the right trigger or block with the left, or taser your enemy to stun him. The block is invaluable, but the clever enemy AI is also very good at faking you out, throwing off your timing. There are guns in the game, but they're few and far between. Plus, you're limited to only whatever ammunition is in the weapon. A nice bit of realism.
The enemies are crazed psychos, the strung-out denizens of the city's dark places. They are so crazed that a lot of times the best strategy is hide and wait for them to kill each other. The AI is great and the enemy animations are fantastic. Sometimes an enemy will fake you out to throw off your block, then pummel you with a pipe or a locker door or whatever's lying around. Sometimes they will pretend to run away just to hide behind the next corner, ready to jump out at you.
The atmosphere's really what makes this game. I can't imagine this game working nearly as well on anything but the 360. Everywhere you go is dark with only your flashlight to light the way (later only a torch), but the textures and the environment look so gritty and real in high-def that I had no trouble believing that I was in an abandoned subway station or a squatter-infested department store. The sound design is excellent as well, creepy without trying too hard. Normally I don't care for scary games that much (I actually couldn't finish the first Silent Hill back in the day) but after a while it stopped being scary and just started being interesting.
There are some downs, of course. The plot's ridiculous. The atmosphere can get old. But all in all well worth checking out.
--SwimTorrent
February 14, 2006
Saved By Mike Lazzo
I have a serious problem. When I wake up in the morning, I do not want to get out of bed. I do not want to get out of bed because 1) I don't want to work, 2) I don't want to work out, and 3) I am watching Saved By the Bell.
I hate that I watch Saved By the Bell. I can tell you in all seriousness that I have been late to work several times because I want to see the end of an episode. TBS shows Saved By the Bell from 7-9 a.m. each weekday morning. I feel like I should be watching the news. And I kind of do flip to CBS This Morning every once in a while. But everytime CBS goes to commercial, I find myself inexplicably pulled back to Saved By the Bell.
I don't know why. I hate the music. I hate the acting. I hate A.C. Slater, probably the most, I hate A.C. Slater. I hate his dumb muscle shirts. I hate how he calls Jesse "Momma." I hate when you can see his gnarly arm pit hair. Other characters bother me, but none as much as A.C.
When I watch, I concentrate on different things. I watch the acting of the people in the background. I see how close some of this came to almost working. I chart the progress of Lisa Turtle as an actress. I wonder why they had an RD with a mullet on the college years. I think about if Kelly ever thought about all the girls Zach dated before they got married.
Which brings me to my factoid. A few years ago, there was a talk at Turner where they brought in Mr. Belding himself, Dan Haskins. Turner has talks all the time, sometimes with names like Roger Ebert and all. I have never seen a turn out at any other speech like there was for Mr. Belding. He talked, people brought things for him to autograph, we all laughed.
At one point, Dan remembered a time when the show was about to be cancelled. I think that this may have been when it was called Good Morning, Ms. Bliss. He said NBC was not happy with the show. But, there was this new TBS exec who loved the show and got TBS to pick up the re-runs. The re-runs were so successful, NBC went back and kept making Saved By the Bell.
Sound familiar Family Guy fans?
It should. The exec, who Dan named and publicly thanked was Mike Lazzo. I don't know Lazzo well and I certainly do not know him well enough to ask him about Saved By the Bell, but if this is true, I think we all need to get down and thank our respective TV Gods that Mike Lazzo gave us, not only Adult Swim, but the genius of Saved By the Bell.
Thank you for pwning me in every demographic you could.
--Merrill Hagan
February 15, 2006
Spider-Man Unlimited, May 3
I am pleased, so so pleased to announce that I am writing an issue of Spider-Man for Marvel Comics. My issue of Spider-Man Unlimited will be in stores on May 3, and if you want a copy, please let your comic retailer know now.
This has been a lifelong dream of mine and I am floating on air to see it actually advertised and put out there. Also, I am sharing my issue with one of my all-time favorite creators, Klaus Janson. And without further ado, the cover to Spider-Man Unlimited #15:EDIT>http://fancollective.adultswim.com/images/21/43406b43_26798_11103
94044_286-0bd0663e000001096ea838d70...
--Merrill Hagan
February 16, 2006
The Next Generation
In the early nineties, I had no cable. My parents only had the big VHF antenna we shared with my grandparents, who lived next door. So that also meant I had no UHF channels either. So back when Star Trek: The Next Generation was on I never saw it.
Which at the time I was a little glad of. I mean, come on, I was a big enough nerd as it was. I had been raised on Star Wars and Star Trek (my dad went to see the original Star Wars in the theater 19 times). I also scoffed at the idea that anyone could supplant Kirk, the masculinity of whom is rivaled only by screen legends such as Chuck Norris and Jean Claude Van Damme.
But then comes TNG on G4.
I have a weird relationship with G4. I love X-Play, feel so-so about Attack of the Show (I liked it before I realized I could absorb the whole show in about ten minutes of actually using the internet) and I hate everything else they air. But then...Star Trek. **bleep** you, Star Trek. I thought putting it on G4, a station that's supposed to be about video games, was a mistake, but I have been **bleep** in by it. They show it like a million times a day, and not just one episode repeated at certain times of the day.
Today I watched three episodes of Star Trek, and thanks to the thousands of episodes I have yet to see a repeat. In fact, I'm fighting the urge to go watch one I have on my DVR right now. I don't know why this affliction has struck me. It certainly has some well-written episodes, but a lot of them are pretty average, too.
My life is suffering for it. I haven't been able to write anything since all my free time is spent watching Star Trek. Video games must only be played in off-Trek hours. My wife has started watching it.
Please, someone help me! If anyone knows any cures I might apply, now's the time. I want to actually get something done!
--SwimTorrent
February 17, 2006
Too Much Information
Recently some guys showed up to install some fence in our backyard--just enough to keep Egg from being able to run towards the street when we're outside with him. I was barely up at 9 a.m., when they showed up, so when the doorbell rang I grabbed a ratty skirt and a sweater and traded them for my pajamas before answering the door. They wanted me to show them where the fence should go. One of them gave me a look that told me I was kind of freakish looking. I probably looked a little homeless. And I rarely wear skirts, so I felt kind of self concious about it, anyway.
So I went inside while they started digging post holes and made some coffee and started laundry, because the biggest reason I grabbed a skirt is because everything else was dirty. Oh yeah, did I say I wasn't wearing underwear under the skirt? Because I wasn't, but there's no way anyone could know that but me. It was really cold out, and starting to rain, so I leaned out and asked if anyone wanted coffee. And they did, so I brought it out. I thought it was a nice thing to do. But when I brought it out, I couldn't help but think about how my friend Jennifer's father is a contractor, and she says that porno movies are right - that women are always **bleep** in windows so that he can see, or coming to the door scantily clad. And suddenly, in my skirt--though it wasn't revealing or anything--I felt like they were sure at this point that I was one of those porno-minded women, and that they were having a good laugh about it. So I went in the bathroom and put on some dirty underwear, to make myself feel better, but I didn't close the door and then I realized that there's a huge mirror in the bathroom, and maybe they could see that I was putting on underwear in the mirror. Although, this is pretty unlikely. This is just how my neurosis manifests.
So they finished just before my laundry did, and I went out and looked it over and gave them a check. And then I went back in, and my laundry was done, and I changed clothes (this time behind closed doors, after checking for mirrors and curtains) and looked out the window to see if they were gone. And they weren't, but one of them was standing at my back door trying to give back the coffee mugs. And then I'm worried about how he saw me looking out the window at them. So I go back outside, and I'm all dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and a hoody, and then I wonder if they think that the skirt was just for them, and that I only changed because I thought they were gone.
That is what my life is like. I should probably be on some sort of anti-anxiety drug.
--Kim M.
P.S.
I put up the links to the pics. (That Spider man pic is awesome)
Jealous and envy..oh and my face is raw.
Qman1 wrote:
March 1, 2006
The Day of Kelly Hu
So today is a day that will live in infamy...and not in a bad way. Kelly Hu stopped by the office!
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For those of you who don't know Kelly Hu (oh foolish mortals!) she's been in such blockbuster hits as The Scorpion King (as The Sorceress).
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X-Men 2 (as Lady Deathstrike)
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And, of course, has graced the pages of many, many, many magazines like Maxim.
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Oh dear lord she's hot!
So anyway, she came by the office to see me! Yes, that's right! TO SEE ME!!! And just so everyone knows...she is just as hot in person as she is on the cover of magazines or in movies. And to top it off she's cool as as well!
"Mike," I can hear you asking yourselves, "why on earth did Kelly Hu stop by the office to see you?" Well, that doesn't matter. She did...so there! So if anyone that I know posts a comment that says she didnt stop by just to see me, just disregard it.
We chit chatted for a bit then I walked with her to a California Chicken Cafe that's down the street, where we chatted about everything from Barbie Action Figures to her trip to Iraq. Then we came back and ate lunch togther in my office. It was an awesome day and I just had to share it (and rub it in your faces)! Yeah, that's right!
I rule!
--Mike Fasolo
Message Edited by brad7411 on 03-01-2006 02:25 PM
Qman1 wrote:
February 27, 2006
Are We Getting More Uptight About What's "Adult"?
When you're a kid, a lot of jokes go over your head. This was rather evident as I watched Uncle Buck for the second time last Saturday. I recall seeing Uncle Buck for the first time around Xmas of '9? and thought it was a good movie. However, I was a kid and probably just laughed at such scenes as when Buck makes the stack of gigantic pancakes or when Macaulay Culkin interrogates him, simply because they were corny and melded with my sense of humor at the time. But when I watched it again, I noticed a surprising amount of sexual innuendos and crude jokes. Don't get me wrong, they were all hilarious and I ended up laughing my **bleep** off, but it was amazing to me that here was a movie that has entertained me twice, each during two completely distant points in my life. What amazed me still was how this movie, with all it's obvious references to "adult" issues and terminology, could have retained a PG rating. By today's standards, there's no chance Uncle Buck would have made it to theaters without at least a PG-13 rating. Which makes me wonder: is our society becoming more uptight about what topics/vocabulary should be considered adult?
--Kurt S. (AssProd)
Yup, watch something you haven't seen in years for the 2nd time and watch how some jokes you didn't get...
All the sudden make sense
Yes, I think in this XBox-AdultSwim-Parental Advisory Sticker era, people do get uptight about what is being discussed in movies, TV, Music.
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