Showing posts with label comic. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

She Was Like John Rambo Meets Polly Pocket.

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Dear Hit-Girl,

I must say that I was very impressed with your new film, Kick-Ass (which is in theaters now). Not only have I become the biggest advocate for this movie, but I have also decided to live my life according to its  philosophies. Personally, as a super hero enthusiast, it stood for everything I stand for: sweet costumes, gratuitous violence, and sassy one-liners. In other words, it is good old fashioned American fun for the whole family.  The fight scenes in this film are epic and you, my friend, are the baddest mother trucker this side of the Atlantic. You literally had me at the edge of my seat with my mouth wide open throughout the entire film. I was STUNNED and all of sudden everything in this sick sad world made sense to me. I haven't been this stoked about a movie since 300 Dark Knight Watchmen.


All my life, I wanted to a superhero and I wanted to be exactly like Batman. He is rich and powerful and also, pretty bad ass. My only qualm about him was that though he was able to beat the living be-jesus out of his foes, he never took the time to actually kill them and actually make them pay for their crimes other than putting them in Arkham Asylum. Now, that I have seen you in action, you are what I aspire to be. You are this crazy bad ass little girl that doesn't even mind if she cuts a bitch. The fact that your long term life goals involve $3 Million of stolen mob money in a duffel bag, a collection of sweet guns and knives, and beating people up makes me feel like I'm not alone in the world... figuratively. The fact that you can take on a whole slue of mobsters by yourself without even scared of getting shot makes me believe in dreams again.

Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that you are the coolest person I have ever seen. I know you are only 11-years-old, but I was hoping that I could maybe be your sidekick or see if wanted to be best friends or something. You have seriously made me reconsider a career as a Disney Channel super star. Though, I thought it was pretty awesome when you and your dad crushed that goon in the trash compactor AND got another guy to shoot himself involuntarily in the face with nothing but a knife and rope (double sweet), most people would say that your morals are a bit questionable. But lucky for you, I barely passed my ethics class. Whatever. Sure, you are a bit of a lone wolf (and I respect that), but I think that we could have a really good dynamic together. You with your too cool for school attitude and me with my rapier wit. Personally, I think that we would kick a lot of ass and take a lot of names.Taking over the world would definitely be realistic possibility. I may need that bazooka... and some knife training, but I'm a quick learner and I loves me a good fight and have a tendency to drop a few elbows.

Go ahead think about it and have your people get back to my people.


Warm Regards,


(idk my bff) Kim


PS You don't even need to pass my Batman vs Superman test. I totally know that you think Superman is a douche and that you prefer Batman. We're totes gonna be BFFL!

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

If Morgan Freeman Can, So Can I.

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Life. What a silly little topic, right? We've only got one and we have to make the most of it. But what do we do with our lives? What are we doing with our lives? What are we supposed to be doing with it? What do we want to do with our lives? What do we need to do? Do we live life on the edge or do we play it safe? I'm sure these are all questions you ask yourself when you're in your early mid-20's and trying to figure it all out. It's a little cliche, but I'm finding it to be very true.

I mean, don't let the face fool you. I'm 23-years-old and I'm not getting any younger. I have no idea where my life is headed and I'm not exactly sure where I want it to go. In the wake of Cha Cha Lee's birthday (What are you like 50 now?) and in honor of MTV's new, The Buried Life, which despite all of my unwillingness to tune in, I probably will since Glee and Gossip Girl will be on hiatus until April (WOOF!), I began to ponder my own life--where I am, who I am, and where I want to be. You are only young once so I thought, what the hell. I've compiled my very own bucket list where you will find everything that I want to do before I turn 30 (because let's be real, we all know 30 is synonymous with death).
  1. Travel the world. There are so many places I want to see. I want to be able to say that I have been to all seven continents and that I have visited all 50 states at least. I would love to back pack through Europe while my hips and knees are still working. And of course, by "back pack through Europe" I mean, stay at snazzy hotels and go on fabulous shopping sprees and eat the finest cuisines. Duh. I guess, it doesn't even have to be Europe. It would just be amazing to go anywhere in the world.

  2. Buy a pair of Christian Louboutin heels. I know that it is impractical to spend 6 months of rent on a pair of heels that I would rarely wear because I want to preserve them and keep them immaculate, but come on! I'd be fabulous.

  3. Learn to swim. I think it's time. Standing in 4 ft of water in the pool gets annoying when the little kids start splashing around and you get the butt of a noodle in the face (okay, the noodle in the face may or may not be my fault when I try to stand and balance on it). For some reason I'm deathly afraid of deep body's of water. I have no idea why. It probably has something to do with almost drowning in the Atlantic Ocean when I was 12, but I don't know probably not. I just feel like I need to learn how to swim. It's probably that survivor instinct I have.

  4. Join the next Real World cast. Yes, I know this show sucks and has sucked since the season after Las Vegas. Yes, Real World: Washington, D.C. is weak. But come on, guys! Remember when we were 13 and you watched The Real World religiously? If you were anything like me, I bet you thought, Yup, when I turn 18 I'm sending in my audition tape. Then you turn 18 and then you realize you're not old enough to drink and you would be that lame underaged roommate who couldn't party. Then you turn 21 and realize alcohol makes you crazy and lose your inhibitions; and you don't want your mom and dad to see you hook up with everything with a pulse in the hot tub. Blah. Blah. Blah. You end up embarrassing your family and giving your grandmother a heart attack because you win a wet t-shirt contest. Yadda. Yadda. Yadda. Time flies, and all of sudden, BAM! You're 23 and a half and only have a year to even be considered to be on the show AND you realize your audition tape would've been so much better if you taped it right after your skeez ex dumps you. But hey, pop quiz: Whaddaya got to lose? Answer: Nothing because you're pretty sure ass is on the internet anyway. To quote a great man named Ricky Bobby, "I've sent in my application to The Real World, so I'm puttin' a lotta eggs in that basket, the MTV basket."

  5. Attend Comic-Con. Not Wizard World. Not Emerald City. I need to make a pilgrimage to the Comic-Con. It is an absolute must. We all know I'm kind of a nerd and this is my mecca. Don't judge.

  6. Buy a condo. Slowly but surely, I'm going to make it happen. It's about time I buckle down and own some property.

  7. Star in my own successful Disney Channel sitcom. I only have a good ten to fifteen years of looking like I'm 17, but I will only have the tolerance and patience to deal with my overwhelming tween fans for about seven. Anyways, if you haven't heard me plead my case as to why I should be the next Disney Channel star go ahead and click here.

  8. Start a fight club.. or at least a crazy bar fight. If you know me, you know I love punching and kicking. I've really only been in one real fight and that was when I was like seven. Some kid whipped a baseball at me and I twisted his arm til he was begging for mercy--NBD. What was I supposed to do? He drew first blood! Anyways, I've been hankering to be part of a good old cat fight for a while now. Watching The Jersey Shore is only helping to reignite that inner fight I have in me (i.e. JWoww beating the crap out of that girl). I would love to feel raw human flesh being crushed by my fist from my mad right hook and seeing the large imprint of my massive cocktail ring on some broad's face. I like trouble, so why can't I cause a ruckus of my own... just once. Plus, sometimes you just need to choke a bitch. Am I right?

  9. Get arrested. Well, at least cuffed. I think it would be cool to have a real mug shot. It would also be pretty sweet to be in a line up... and try to look especially suspcious. (Insert shifty eyes here.)

  10. Go to Vegas and party with my girlfriends. Basically, I'm thinking The Hangover meets Sex in the City sans the weird looking red head. What's one crazy weekend of partying with free drinks (because let's face it, having a vagina is basically like having a Black Amex in the sense it's guaranteed VIP) in fabulous clothes and amazing weather with a group of great girls? I hope that we all get black out drunk and find a tiger in the bathroom because that would be AWESOME.

  11. Get married. Womp. Womp. Don't get it twisted. I had to drop this bomb. Note: I definitely don't want to get married any time soon and absolutely not right this second, but yes, I do want to get married before I am thirty. Whatever. Sue me.

  12. Become a YouTube sensation. I need a catchy tune, a clever rhyme and a universal vision. To be honest, I've been so close, but kind of blew it. This is definitely a work in progress, but, oh, it will happen. There are a few ideas a-brewing in this little noggin of mine. My time will come and I will be a YouTube queen. You will see. Trust me, I'm going to be as big as the Dramatic Gopher. Just you wait and see. I'm gonna make something out of myself, mom!

  13. Go for a ride on an elephant. F horses. Everyone can ride a stinkin' horse. Big whoop. Going for a ride on an elephant would be sweet! Maybe it's because I just saw Aladdin recently, but wouldn't that be the grandest entrance ever? I'd be scared to fall off, but whatever, then I could say I broke my arm because I fell off an elephant.

  14. Have a drink in every bar in the great city of Chicago. This has been a goal of mine since the ripe ol' age of 21. At first, I wanted to achieve this goal in a year from my 21st birthday, but soon found it was impossible especially since I would black out and stumble into places. Basically, I just lost track. I know that I have been to a handful already, but I will get there. It is only a matter of time. Don't mind me if you see me peeing in an alley or throwing up in front of your building.

  15. Be an extra for one of the Christian Bale Batman movies. I mean, duh.

  16. Reunite the best band in the entire world, NSYNC. I am very vocal about this cause. I've written letters and waited outside of Justin Timberlake's house and even watched him sleep. Whatever. We all know it is JT's stubbornness and solo success that this group is failing to reunite. We need to band together as fans and show them that the world would be a better place if, and only if, they got back together for at least one show. I mean, the Spice Girls did it.
I'm sure I will be adding to the list. So stay tuned, kiddies...


Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The Great Debate.

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If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound? Why are we here? What is the sound of one hand clapping? When a cow laughs, does milk come out of its nose? Why do men have nipples? To be or not to be? So many questions have gone unanswered since the dawn of time and we, as a society, have accepted that. But today, I am brave enough to answer a question that has been plaguing man for centuries. Today, I will answer the question: Batman or Superman?

Though the answer is blatantly obvious (BATMAN) to approximately 95.49% of the world, there is still that radical thinking 4.51% that think Superman is better than Batman. I believe those people are terrorists and/or tree hugging hippies with no souls and no real grips on reality. Anyone who knows anything about anything knows that Batman is better than Superman in every single way. It is basically common sense.

Arguably the most obvious reason as to why Batman is superior to Superman has to be the fact that Batman is not weakened/scared of kryptonite. In other words, this so-called "Man of Steel" is scared of a frigging glowing rock since it completely makes him lose his powers. Contrary to popular belief, big muscles do not always signify brute strength. Case-in-point: Superman. This waste of space is cut like a body builder and yet cannot even through a decent punch when kryptonite is in his presence.

You know what Batman is scared of? NOTHING. He conquered his fear of bats and accepted it as a part of him thus making him the man he is today. That means that the Dark Knight actually is fearless and in fact, uses fear as a tactic against the villains of Gotham City. It also means that Batman could literally put on a kryptonite ring and beat Superman's ass and he couldn't even do anything about it.

For some reason, the retard fans of Superman have even gone so far as to compare him to Jesus Christ. I mean, I guess if krypontonite wasn't within a 5 mile radius, you could say that Superman is technically invincible. But just because he is invincible, it doesn't, I don't know make him the Messiah. Now, I'm not going to push religion in anyway to anyone, but I'm going to go ahead and call shenanigans on this one. Not only is this comparison sacrilegious and blasphemy, everyone knows Superman's dad was some scientist on Krypton. This may be presumptuous, but last time I checked, Jesus' dad, this guy called, God, wasn't some scientist on some random planet.

Also, I don't know if many people know this, but technically Superman is from outer space which would technically make him an alien. If you have seen such films as: Signs, Independence Day, any of the Aliens movies or even Mars Attacks, you will know that it is a fact that aliens are our enemies. By nature, us humans do not like anything we do not know. With that said, why the f do we let Superman even exist? We should have nuked him by now with some sort of kryptonite missile or something. The guy does more damage than anything else--tearing up the street with his laser vision and throwing trucks everywhere. I'm pretty sure that the taxes in Metropolis are through the roof.

And since Superman is an alien, who is he to push these unattainable moral standards on us? What? Does he think he's better than us. This a-hole is walking around like he's more moral and just than all of us and sticking his nose up in the air like his shit don't stink. This just in, Superman, you're not even a natural born citizen of the planet, let alone America. P.S. You have an illegitimate son with Lois Lane and you don't even pay child support or have custody. How do say "dead beat dad" in your alien tongue?

On the other hand, there is Batman, who is human, not an alien from outer space, like the rest of us. Sure, he's got his weaknesses (i.e. being mortal), but the symbol of what he stands for and the legacy he leaves behind will be known forever. He doesn't push his beliefs on us like Superman nor does he walk around like he is better than us because he is one of us. Batman gets us and stands up for what we as whole believe in. Plus, he doesn't have any illegitimate children, and if he did, he would set them up for life.

Besides, assuming that he is going to go ahead and become this upright citizen, Superman has no reason to even become a superhero. If you were an alien wouldn't you want to keep a low profile and try to fit in? You would just want to go day-to-day minding your business and making sure you weren't any different than anyone else, right? No. Not Superman. He's all, Oh, look at me. I can fly out of the Earth's atmosphere and not explode without any oxygen because I don't necessarily need it to live. I mean, get a grip, man. No one likes a show off.

Superman never even knew what it was like to experience something unjust. He is just a big know-it-all who wants to butt in and have his way even though he has no strategy either. It's always his way or the highway. Oh, there's a bank being robbed? No need for police to ensure the safety of everyone involved. Superman can just lift the entire building and throw it into the ocean. No big. What an ass!?

Batman became Batman because he has experienced injustice first hand and wanted to take justice into his own hands for the sake of not only himself, but the citizens of Gotham City. For Christ's sake, his parents were murdered in an alley in front of him. Sure, Superman's parents were killed too, but that was a freak meteor shower-type accident. Plus, he barely remembers because he was a baby. Batman's parents were shot before his very eyes as a child, so he is traumatized for life.

Unlike Superman, Batman traveled and trained diligently to be able to control his anger and to strategize a plan to take down injustice. He did the rational thing and really thought everything out before he did anything crazy. Batman would never just throw a bank into the ocean or anything stupid like that. The man tactfully captures the bad guys, sometimes hurts them badly, but never kills them, and leaves them for the proper authorities to find. Classy.

Not only is Batman better than Superman when it comes to alter egos...period. Bruce Wayne is hands down better than Clark Kent. Why? Bruce Wayne is a multi-billionaire with his own company. He is suave, classy, and he's got Alfred as a butler and Morgan Freeman as his tech guy! Ladies love him, girls adore him--even the one's that never saw him. Also, he is fun. There's always an event Brucey Boy's got to attend or there is a shindig at Wayne Manor.

What does Clark Kent have? I'll tell you-- glasses, a super cut, and a crappy job as a reporter for The Daily Planet. Bruce Wayne could easily buy The Daily Planet and do whatever he wanted with it. Clark Kent can't even afford a closet to hang his lame costume in AND has to change in a telephone booth because there is no such thing as indecent exposure on Krypton and no room in his crappy little apartment. You know where Bruce changes into his cool costume? The mother f-ing Bat Cave which is found underneath his huge mansion, that's where. Chew on that Superman.

Also, I know that Batman has a mask, so I get that no one even knows that he is Bruce Wayne. Then there is Superman who doesn't have a mask, but still no one knows who he is because Clark Kent's eyeglasses alter his face somehow? Oh yeah, eyeglasses don't alter your face. They help improve eyesight, but they don't make it so no one knows who you are when you wear them. That's right. So this has to mean that the people of Metropolis are retarded. I mean, really? They can't tell the difference between a guy with glasses and same guy without them? I bet the people of Gotham have to think they are dense. I bet it's some alien voodoo he does.

AHH! This subject matter gets me so riled up. Nothing makes me more mad than Superdouche. (Write that down.) Anyways, I hope that I made it clear to any doubters-- BATMAN IS AND WILL ALWAYS BE BETTER THAN SUPERMAN. If you're not convinced, I will punch you in your liver until you throw up your spleen and you'll see how super you are, man.