Thursday, September 18, 2008

Woo Fiction Writing!

Do you really get it?

I did something different today, something that isn’t usually habit for me. I sat in a field, an ordinary field, late at night, in the cold air. I’m sick, it was cold, yet when I was lying down staring at the sky, suddenly I felt as if I wasn’t sick or numb. I felt pure nothing, as if I was captured by the night’s sky. My index finger is frozen as I’m writing this. Profound thoughts flew through my head as I watched the sky; they challenged my normal thoughts on life and brought up something new.

Do you realize what you’re doing to me?

Do you understand that I’m not just some object; I have feelings. I have thoughts, I have emotions. I can have an opinion. I can have my own ideas. Yet you could destroy them all within a minute. 

Do you realize what you’ve done to me?

You’ve made me into a monster I hate, something I loathe; a creature molded by the chisels of conformity. A block indistinguishable from the next, yet I dislike the other blocks. I like myself but hate my clones. Hypocrisy has become my middle name, and it is all because of you.

Do you know what you’ve done to me?

I’m sorry for things I didn’t do. Waking up is fickle; all I’ll do is feel the same feelings as yesterday. I want variation, I want something new, and I don’t want to feel guilty anymore, I don’t want to feel this weight on my shoulders that is un-liftable because there is nothing there. I’m carrying dead weight, and it’s all because of you.

I’m not the man I was, I’m someone else. And it’s all because of you. 

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Liberation-Bound.

I had an emo week, and well, this is basically my final thoughts on it. 

Release.

Who do you think you are? You come into my life, and thrash it all, smash it to pieces, and then shrug it off like its nothing. Just hearing your name is enough to make my stomach churn. My intestines quiver at anything that looks remotely like you; why? Because you took everything I had and you defecated all over it. You vomited your feelings all over my life because you were upset. 

You say you’re sorry, yet you make the same mistake again. You announce you’re bowel movement on society- ignorantly if I might add- all because you are angry. Well what do you have to be angry about, did you get the short end of the shit stick? You had a six letter word said to you. Six letters, one two three four five motherfucking six, and I’m the bad guy. Six derogatory letters, and I’m Satan. 

You are the harbinger of sorrow and yet I’m the bad guy. Every time I see you, I feel as if my life is as shallow as a fucking kiddy pool. You hurt me in a way that can never be fixed, in a way that won’t repair itself for a long time. So don’t make it any harder, or I’ll make it easier. 

Friday, September 5, 2008

Trying Again.

Trying Again.

I often stay awake at night thinking to myself, thinking about all of the times I've failed in life; thinking about all of the times I couldn't win no matter how hard I tried. I think of the potential victories and the outcomes, I think of the brighter future it could have brought. I think of the inevitable losses I've harboured. I am a failure. 


When you fail, you can see what you had the potential to do.

The thing about failing is you can still see what happens to the successor even if you don't win. I've failed plenty of times before but through these failures I've seen one thing; the potential I have. Even if I fail at something, I had the potential to do it. I've had the potential to do many things in life, and I will have the potential in the future. I have the potential to win.

So even though I'm not as smart as the next guy, and even though I'm not that piece of eye candy everyone is looking for, maybe I am a failure and I do have the potential to succeed. 

Standing Tall,
QMav

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Trying

Trying.

Trying is a real pain in the ass. No matter how hard you try in life, sometimes you won’t succeed, and its bullshit. You’ll work so hard and you won’t even get recognition for it, just a metaphorical foot to the balls. You’ll work till it hurts, and there isn’t a reward. There should be a reward for trying.

There comes a point when you’ve tried so hard to achieve your goals. You feel numb from the pain of trying, and you don’t do it you fail. You then question why you try so hard to make it, when you fail and get no recognition for it. Just because you don’t win, doesn’t mean you did your best. But you never see someone giving out an effort award. Only pain marks the force of trying. So what can you really do? 

Just keep on trying.

-QMav

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Part TWO

“Broken Toe”

The next day everyone at school was confused about why Tim’s toe was broken. Tim decided to make it more entertaining than it really was. “Well I was walking home from school and I saw this man. He didn’t seem very suspicious at first. He was just walking down the street beside a women carrying a child in one of those little baby pouch things.” By now most of the class is listening in on his conversation he was having with his friends. “This man then pulled a knife on her and he asked for the kid. I became nervous. I frantically searched around for a blunt weapon to help the women with. Obviously the man didn’t know I was there.” 

Soon this became more of a group activity. Everyone wanted to hear the story. “I couldn’t find anything so I ran across the street. By now the man had cut the woman and he was going to steal the child. I didn’t know what to do so I just swung my foot at his sack hoping that would knock him off balance. He collapsed by the awesome force of my kick. I felt like Chuck Norris. He was knocked un-conscious by the raw power of my kick. I then realized my cell phone was dead, so I pick the bleeding woman up on my shoulders. I carried her and her child for 7 blocks all the way to a hospital. If it wasn’t for me she would have died from blood loss. The doctor then told me that I had a broken toe. I reckon it was broken on his nuts. Brings a whole new meaning to balls of steel eh?”

Of course the story changed from time to time. There were line ups at lunch of people wanting to hear about how Tim broke his toe. “The fire didn’t burn me too bad, it was all about the orphans-“ Tim was cut off by a girl around the same age as him. 

“Tim, how did you actually break your toe. There hasn’t been a fire on campus in years.” She didn’t seem too pleased with Tim’s fibbing. She wanted to the truth. This girl had hair that fell like a water fall. Straight like a man at a strip club. It was a brownish red color. Tim had seen this girl around and he had made a few remarks to her. She was a fairly attractive woman. 

“I’ll tell you under one condition, dinner and a movie. “ She seemed discontent. “What you aren’t going to turn down a cripple are you? You’re going to reject me my dying wish?” Tim was determined to see if he could get her. 

“How are you dying is a broken toe.” She said in a mildly amused tone. 

“Oh so now I’m a liar? First you reject a cripple, then you call me a liar? HEY EVERYONE!” Tim began hobbling around on one leg calling the girl a cripple hater. “AND SHE EVEN CALLED ME A CRIPPLE FIBBER! AND THEN SHE STEPPED ON MY TOE AND SPAT ON ME!” A crowd was beginning to start. 

She then gave into Tim’s demands. Tim liked to call this method the “Terrorist Approach.” 

“Relationships”

Two weeks had passed since Tim and Alice started dating. 

Tim was finally going to the hospital to get his toe-cast removed. Alice decided to go with him to get it removed. The same “breast-doctor” that was with Tim before was assigned to him again.

Once again she seemed angry about something. It turns out the cast was in pretty rough condition so she began to lecture him again. Tim’s ADD sense kicked in. He began fantasizing about Alice removing the cast with her mouth, which apparently in Tim’s mind was sexually arousing. She started moaning after holding the cast. 

Tim sported an erection from this…erotic? Fantasy. He then snapped back to reality with a beaming hard-on. Unlucky for him, his sweat pants made a tent shape. This was definitely strange for Tim. But the stranger part was the way the doctor and Alice reacted. Suddenly they couldn’t control themselves and they hopped on him. Soon enough Tim started to get “really excited.” Then the fireworks came. 

This is when Tim realized that was also a fantasy, although his pants felt damper. He was wearing jeans, so his erection may have been concealed. Alice never mentioned it so Tim assumed all was well.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Part UNO

There were no clever remarks that day. Not a single smile or a single laugh. There were no snorts of joy, no radiance of bliss, emitting from his skull. Just a dull silent feeling as he sat in his chair. As barren as the Sahara, a tear slid down his cheeks. The women he loved for so many years was now in front of him, dead, and she didn’t even know it. His legs couldn’t support the weight he felt on his shoulders, nor could his soul. The emptiness engulfed him like a an oceansjaw. “Good bye,” he whispered as he left.

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“Ouch”

YEARS EARLIER

Pain can usually be avoided when you’re fully conscious but when you’re fatigued it’s hard to realize when something is existing. Strange noises are followed by this like for instance the sound of a head smashing off a metal bar. “Owwww! What in the bloody hell?” An adolescent groans as he smacks his head off of a pole on a bunk bed. He yawns and steps out of his bed. Another interesting noise would be one of a teenage man falling flat on his ass. “Gumrphhghg. Since when do I have jacks in my room?” The man scratches his head as he walks towards his dresser. Another strange noise could be one of a toe getting crushed against a vertical object. Blood splurted on the floor and the man was rushed to the emerge. 

This is Tim. 

“Is it broken?” Tim asks the doctor. The doctor chuckled a bit and responded with a rhetorical question. The doctor was a tall yet slender woman with a name that make Tim chuckle a little bit on the inside.

“What do you think?” She responded to Tim. “Your bone broke the skin.” Tim looks to the side in disappointment with himself. “You’ve busted it up pretty bad. But it should be okay in a couple of weeks as long as you keep this cast on.”

“Coulda been worse,” Tim responded in an upbeat tone. The doctor looks at him with mild discontent. “I could have broken two toes.” Tim smiles. The doctor does not. “Sigh..” 

“You’re lucky you’re medical insurance covers this. Or else this might have cost a pretty penny.” For some reason Tim felt like he was getting lectured. She blabbered on for ages about medical care, and how he is fortunate to live in a country in which medical care is free for adolescents. It wasn’t long before Tim’s eyes started to wander. They drooped down to the woman’s breasts. It was then that the doctor realized Tim wasn’t listening, so she departed from the bed in which he sat upon. “You’re free to go Tim.” 

Friday, August 8, 2008

Regarding "Kitten Catching"

So on Youtube I promised to post any updates on kittens the cat, and thats basically what this is. So I went to visit Kittens a couple hours before he was dropped off and let me tell you, that Cat is gorgeous. I mean it was an awesome cat in every aspect, in fact I like it more then my cat; my cat sucks. This kitten was so playful, although it had really long claws, so as far as I know right now, me and my girlfriend have some diseases. 

So theres a reason I havn't really written anything down in a while, its mainly because I've started this REALLY LONG story thing. Like right now it's at about five and a half pages, although I have writers block, so it might be a while before it's finished. I CAN however post the first couple parts from it. 

I'll post it sunday or something.

Talk to you all later,

QMav.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Armpits...Arm Pits? Is That Two Words Or One?

Armpits 

My armpits stink guys, and not like the normal teenage armpit, which just smells of BO and axe. I decided to show off my “hot bod” and that’s when I noticed, my armpits smell sort of spicy. Like a spicy tomato sauce, and the strange part is, I’m not even ITALIAN. Now its strange because if I shower, and don’t put on deodorant, it’s like I’m dipping my armpits in spices. 


That would be unpleasant I think. Would that burn? I should try that sometime. So anyway, what does the hair in an armpit do; I mean I know it’s supposed to keep the sweat in, but it fails at it. All it does is spread it, and hold in stench like an unwashed sponge. You think a sponge could take away the stink in the armpit? 

Now here’s a really logical question, do you think SpongeBob gets terrible BO. I mean think about it, he is a sponge, and those things smell if you don’t wash them. Maybe that’s why Squidward is always all nasally, cause he’s plugging his nose! 

Staying Stinky For All Of Mankind,
QMav

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Strange Conversations.

The following is a disturbing, yet hilarious conversation I had with one of my friends. Enjoy.


Polaris says:

http://img.420chan.org/b/src/1215133716561.jpg

I lol'd so hard

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

its it work safe?

Polaris says:

Depends, are octopi up people's assholes work-safe?

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

dare i click it

Polaris says:

Depends, I found it extremely funny

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

This is the weirdest thing, I have seen, in a long time

Polaris says:

I lol'd so hard though, who the hell decides "oh, I think I'll take a photo of myself with an octopus up my ass?"

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

If the shoe fits. I mean, I'm pretty sure if i had an octopus in my ass, I’d say,

“Might as well”

Polaris says:

Lmao, would  you have an octopus in your ass? Unless it happened through some freaky accident

 

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

Probably not, although, it would be funny to say, i have a puss in my ass

Polaris says:

How could that happen accidentally? I slipped and sat on an octopus?

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

Or, you're a pirate and you were having sex, and suddenly a monster leaps out from behind you and mounts its self in your ass

Polaris says:

Haarr, I dunno', do octopi leap?

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

Okay, How about this: you're having sex, on the top of a ship like on the deck, and another pirate ship says, “ARRGGHHH HES HAVING HIS WAY.” and then they catapult an octopus at his anus.

Polaris says:

loltalkingpirateship

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

yes

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

it has a mouth

Polaris says:

BUt how the hell would it get jammed in there?

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

you're on top, so your ass is like in the air, and it slides in like a swoosh in basketball

Polaris says:

haha

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

and it turns out the octopus is allergic to colons so it swells up and gets stuck

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

i mean, an octopus can fit in the tinyiest of wholes

Polaris says:

How the hell do you know?

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

i watched, PMK as a kid

Polaris says:

"Hrr yes I spend my free time fitting octopi into various orifices and holes"

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

Hahhahahahahaa, It was on popular mechanics for kids, I know alot of stupid shit because of that show.

For some reason ,i was soo astounded by it

Polaris says:

"And on our next segment, we're going to discuss the procedures for catapulting octopi into people's anuses from a talking ship" That'd be the best thing on TV, ever. Tell me more stupid shit you learned

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

Its more of a recolection thing, I remember something about peanut butter ice cream tasting like shit

Polaris says:

I bet it looks like shit too

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

I'd eat it

Polaris says:

Really? I don't like peanut butter anything much :\

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

Peanut butter everything is awesome, think about it, whens the last time you tried something with peanut butter, and it was worse.

Polaris says:

peanut butter horsecock

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

it'd be better then normal horsecock

Polaris says:

Depends on how you're thinking of it, are you eating it? Are you being pounded with it? Anally?

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

either way, it'd taste better

Polaris says:

Is it horsecock made of peanut butter? Or horsecock covered with peanut butter? Maybe it shoots peanut butter?

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

and it'd slide better

Polaris says:

lmao

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

I don't want to eat peanut butter anymore

Polaris says:

my mission is complete

Polaris says:

now every time you eat peanut butter you'll think of horsecock >:]

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

Actually, right now, I'm smacking my head off of a desk, trying to suppress this memory

Polaris says:

lmao

Polaris says:

God, this is ridikalus

QMav- Happy Birthday Katherine. says:

I think i may post this on my blogger page

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Its Summertime (Fiction)

Its Summertime

I'm walking down the street and it feels like my skin is going to melt off of my bones, but luckily I've got my jumbo freezie to keep me cool. I look up and I see a nest of birds with some freshly hatched chicks and I immediately imagine what would happen if I liter by this nest of birds- the mother would fly down, pick up the freezie wrapper, attempt to feed it to her children, and they would probably die. Then again there is always the chance that the mother would get her head stuck in the wrapper and she would suffocate to death in front of her chicks damning them to a life of oddities since their mother is deceased. Either or is a comical scenario.

I snicker, drop the wrapper, and continue on my stroll when police officer save-the-earth comes up to me and asks me if I littered. Now officer dicknuts here is the kind of cop who would nail you for spitting on the sidewalk, totally up strung and angry. So he asks once more if I threw the wrapper. I tell him no even though he saw my do it clearly. He states this. I ask him what proof he has. He threatens to finger print me.

“Are you honestly going to go to all this hassle to nail me on a summary offence?” I ask him blatantly. “Shouldn’t you be out catching child molesters and drug addicts? I mean come on, what’s the big deal here, marriage problems?” By now the cop is giving me an uncomfortable stare that tells me I just hit the nail on the head. He grunts. “Look if you decide to NOT process that ticket I have a number you can call.” He sounds interested by now. I write some random number down on a piece of paper and I give it to him. “Now remember, when you call ask for a guy named Steve, and only call in between the hours of 11 PM and 4 AM. Any other time, this guy is just a normal guy.”

He thanks me and leaves. I snicker to myself.

My name is Mav and I’m an asshole.



Monday, June 2, 2008

It's Been Such A Long Time

I think I should be going, yeah! But time doesn't wait for me, it just keeps on rollin'! So hey guys, its been awhile since I've vomitted my emotions and imaginations onto a page, but you can all blame a site I'd like to call, YOUTUBE. I mean recently I've been trying to put up some actually entertaining videos, and let me tell you, I think my channel is doing fairly well.

I also feel bad however, for two reasons, and one is the neglect I've been giving my blog site, so to make up for it, I'm posting the extended shitty version of my video, Spider Smashing. This basically just includes a rant about spiders at the end, and there are no shitty flash introductions.

The second reason I feel bad is the fact that June 12 is coming around. I don't want him to die, but I'm almost positive he is. I'm going to state my unfounded opinion right now, I believe that Solid Snake will die. If you don't know what I'm talking about, click this.

Anyway, thats all for now, I'll probably have another update up again after June 12 so check back around then. Ciao Guys.


Monday, May 19, 2008

I Am The Jesus of Death

The Jesus of Death

Last week a strange phenomenon happened; one of biblical proportions; I killed a fish, twice. In our science class each student had to create an ecosystem with a group of three containing 3 feeder fish, and 6 snails. Our ecosystem collapsed twice killing two of the fish also soiling our water, and after a few days, our remaining fish seemed to be giving in. 

This fish kept sinking to the bottom of the ecosystem. My theory was, the water is to filthy for him to survive, we have to switch him out of this water into cleaner water. So I managed to fish him out of the water, and he was in the little fishing net thing. But I wasn't fast enough. Our guppy had perished by my hand. 

Enraged by this I left the fish on the desk out of water, for about an hour or so due to the fact that our class had to attend an assembly. So the assembly ends, and we march back to class and I get the idea of putting the fish back in water, and strangely enough, it starts swimming again! I mean it was flopping and wiggling its little tail back and forth. 

This seemed to be a miracle, but the water was still to dirty to house the fish, so once again I tried to maneuver the fish into a separate bowl of cleaner water. However learning from the mistakes I had made the previous time, I made the cleaner water easier to access so that the fish would be out of the water for a shorter period of time. 

The resurrected fish was transferred successfully into a new tank and he seemed to be doing okay at first. But then it all changed. He started his sinking pattern once more. Slowly but surely he sank to the bottom of the water. He then passed away once more, but this time, it was for good. 

It turns out the fish died from the drastic change in water temperature, even though it was only a few degrees colder then the original temperature, the fish could not take it. I then proceeded in moving the dead corpse into a new fish tank where the bigger fish could use him as a snack. 

This is how I am The Jesus of Death.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

The First Decent Thing I've Written.

One Day


Light rays beamed onto my eyelids as I slept there, angered by this the first thought to ring in my head was, "Damn!" If the sun was waking me up then that must mean there was no alarm. As I stood up I decided to check the time, I might be able to make it to work on time, but of course it was already quarter to noon. I grasped the phone tightly licking my lips looking for something to drink. I decided then that I would be better off if I just called in sick.

Then while finishing a small glass of water some urge came over me, I'm not sure what but it was strong. It was at this time- for the first time in my life- that I might have an oral fixation, so I then searched my house for some gum. To my surprise my house had absolutely not one stick of gum. I dragged my body over to a jar where I keep my spare change, saying, "I want my gum, and damn right I'm gonna get it!" My words were shattered when I realized, my cash bowl was out of change.

If I had no money in my cash jar I would find some around my house, and thus the search for change began. Had looked everywhere all having no meaning, but I did find a variety of lost goods, watches, magazines, coupons, TV remotes, but only one mattered to me, and I found that object under my couch- my wallet-.

The roar of my engine shook my body like and earthquake as I pushed down the pedal. Of course as if my day could get any worse I got stuck at every traffic light on the way there, and I got held up by a train, but not just any train, one being driven by some asshole who thinks its funny to reverse right when he's almost done. Enraged by this I decided to honk my horn; it wasn't long before we had a group of people honking along. One of the horns had a very unique sound; like the jingle for a commercial. It soon passed and I continued on my way to get some gum.

As I entered the door to the variety store I heard a ding, which was expected, but the thing I was not expecting was to see a man in a mask holding up the store clerk. I did a 180 turn and almost made it out, soon enough the gun was pointed at me, and at this time the shop keep pulled out a rifle, and pointed it at the crook. "I seem to have all the luck today," I said with a hint of sass. The crook was told to put his weapon down, and the police arrested him. I later learned the clerk's name, Jenny.

Jenny and I later decided to go see a movie. The popcorn was over priced and I could have sworn I saw something move the popcorn, but I didn't whine because I wanted to make a good first impression. As we sat in the movie I let out a loud but quiet yawn as I stretched out my arms. She then asked if this was a lame ploy so that I could get my arm around her, "If I wanted to do that I would do something along these lines."

I stood up and left the theatre for a moment. I used this time to take out popcorn corneal that had been bugging me for the past twenty minutes. I then waltzed back into the theatre and headed back for my seat, faked a stumble and I put my arm around her chair for balance. "I would do that."

After the movie in the lobby of the theatre I asked which she preferred chocolate, or vanilla, which was followed by the question is this your way of flirting? All I said was "do you want it to be?" and she laughed. She then got into her car, and headed home. I went to do the same.

As I returned to my car I was amazed to see that all of my tires were slashed. I quietly said one phrase to myself, "it could be raining," which wasn't the smartest thing to do, because by saying that it of course made it rain. So I walked home in the rain hoping my car wouldn't get toed. I finally got undressed and as I was just lying in bed, my alarm went off, and I opened my eyes.


(I wrote this a little over a year ago, and it was (in my opinion) the first decent thing I've written.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

I Can't Make Eggs.

I Can't Make Eggs

Christina: Mavvvvv my babyyyyy, how ya feelin?

QMav: I'm feeling pretty good, ‘cept I wasted some eggs

Christina: How?

QMav: Well it all starts with a movie, and last night. So I’m sitting on my computer talking to an exceptionally pretty girl when she says she needs some sleep, ‘cause she’s skiing and she has some church function to go to. So I say to myself, “Well I’ll let her go.” Cause I’m a modest Gentleman. And she goes away, I shed a single manly tear, eat some pudding, go downstairs
and pop in a movie I rented based only on the main actor, who is none other then Ryan Reynolds.

So I’m watching this movie and its basically a guy burning some clothing, it was entertaining
he then drives up to some kids and asks for some crack, they give him crack, he picks up a whore, she shows him how to use the crack, they go loopy. Then he gets arrested and sentenced to house arrest because instead of just burning his ex girlfriends stuff, he burnt her house down too. So he has house arrest and he’s stuck inside someone else’s house for house arrest cause I guess he’s homeless or something, and then yeah the movie was divided into three parts, and I got to about part two before I fell asleep, but when I awoke I decided to finish watching this movie and it ended and I liked it and there were many plot twists, and confusing uncomprehendable parts. But hey I liked it, and we should go see it, BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THE MOVIE.

Christina: LOL

QMav: I finally decide to wake up and I wobble up onto my feet, and I stumble a little
I realize my legs are super uber weak because I haven’t used them in a while so I’m all stumbly
I start trying to make a plan for my day which I’ve already fucked up mind you and well
I say, “I guess I’ll piss first, so I go do my business, then I realize I'm starving, and not like “man I could eat a burger” kinda hungry, like I'm actually starving I mean my stomach, felt skinnier. As if I wanted it to go out more but it wouldn't. That’s how hungry I am.

So basically I go upstairs and look for food and I say to myself, “I can make eggs, I mean look at them I gotta have some substance right?” Even though I’d be fine with pudding, it looks so good
but I guess I’ll have some eggs. So I try and remember like ten years ago when my grandma was all, “Mav I’m going to teach you how to make eggs.” ‘Cause that’s all I could make cause she showed me and I felt like the shit cause all my friends were like, “I had cereal for breakfast and I made it on my own!” and I was all “FUCK YOU, I can make eggs!” Okay, so yeah I think back and I remember once I was going to make my parents breakfast in bed and I remember I forgot to butter the bowl and the eggs got all stuck to it so I'm like.... BUTTER THE BOWL! So do that
which was pretty easy and I grab an egg I crack it and I dump it into my cooking bowl thing
and I’m like, “Well this doesn't look like breakfast, I think I’m missing something,” so I grab the milk and I'm like, “Should I measure it?” ... Oh well not like it matters I mean its not like I’d know how much to put in anyway.

So I kinda guestimate how much to put in and I guess I put in too much cause like the egg was drowning and stuff so I’m like maybe if I increase the egg to milk ratio I can save the egg. So I crack its unborn brother into the milk and it starts drowning too, so I'm like now I’m missing something maybe I should add another ingredient I think there is something more to scrambled eggs aside from milk and eggs… Hmm oh well, so I dump some pepper and salt in so now it just looks kinda black like spots there’s little itty bitty spots on my eggs and I'm like well this already looks wrong I guess I'll stir it. 
So I do and it goes like this creamy mocha color, so I'm like well I guess I can't do much more for it lets roast the motherfucker! So I cram it in the microwave for like 1 and a half minutes
and it starts cooking, and I’m like, “Well who says you can't have dessert before the meal
is it a law?” I mean honestly I’m gonna eat them both anyway right? That’s what I’m thinking as I’m eating a pudding watching my eggs cook. 

One second, I have to put something in to eat, ok I’m back, I hope to God you're reading all of this. So anyway my eggs finish cooking just as I finish eating my pudding and I throw my pudding garbage out and check out my eggs hoping to God they look normal and to my surprise
they do. Although they're a bit milk colored they look eatable. So I’m like well lets scramble them
and I do and its all liquid—ee at the bottom so I'm like well that sucks I guess I’ll put it in for another minute. 

So I do and I wait wondering if I should eat another pudding, but I don't. And the little buzzer thing on the microwave goes off so I'm like, “That’s good I can eat now, I'm starving and I open up the thing and I hear like an explosion or something coming from my eggs and I duck and I’m like, “WTF, WHY ARE MY EGGS EXPLODING!!!” And then I’m like well I guess they're done exploding right?

WRONG! THEY EXPLODE AGAIN! And I’m like, “CLOSE DOOR!” So I close the microwave door
and I hear a couple more explosions, so I’m like, “I'm just gonna let that settle down.” So that’s when I decide to turn on the computer WHICH COMPLETELY RUINED MY PLANS! 

So I wait a few minutes and go back to my eggs, stir it around, and now they look slightly dry, and I take a bite, and it tastes just like egg yolk, like that’s really gross, so I don't eat it, and I throw it out, and that’s how i wasted two eggs this morning.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Facing Restrooms

Restrooms

I faced a fear today, my fear of public restrooms. I hate public restrooms, their stupid and redundant, but I’ve already explained my hatred for the restroom numerous times so I’m going to skip that part.

Is it wrong to go for the handicap stall? I mean that is the first stall I look for mainly because it’s bigger, but there are more hooks, and well it’s just better in general. Also I found out a newer way to sit on the seat. Position your legs so that each leg is on each side of the gap, like a chair.
Although this lets the stink out, and it feels weird to poop with your legs open, it works very well in comparison to the older technique in which your legs jab into the other stall.

Strange story actually, while I was sitting there, over the course of five minutes a man came into the bathroom, and he sat in the stall next to me. He finished before me, and it was strange because I had like four minutes on him. I started to wonder if he had wiped or not. He didn’t even wash his hands. Weird eh?

Anyway this is the end for now,
Making your next shit that much better,

                                                                     QMav.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Beaches...Beachs...Beachelts? (Blog FlashBack)

Beaches? Beachs....How Do You Even Spell That?

My parents told me we were going to the beach and i thought of it to be more of a hassle then a privllage. Its jsut something about the sand, and how its everywhere, and how the water is soo dirty, and how theres soo many babies in diapers, and how theres cigarettes everywhere...It gives me that camp like feel when im finally ready to go home.

That feeling where you have to shower, and you feel soo soo dirty. And not the good kind. I hate the sand all over you, and it basically makes you clip your toe-nails. You hate the sand. Its just soo annoying. I might be able to have fun if i was with friends.

Now i’d take going to the beach over camping because camping is just plain retarded. I used to only like fires when i went camping but now i have a firepit so why would i bother. Its just plain pointless. Its like going back in technology. Lets leave all the stuff at home that we worked for, and go to a forrest thats buig infested, and sit around and eat food thats meant for jail-bate rapists.

Now once again camping would be more fun if it was liek for two days only, and you had friends. Honestly though, i hate bathrooms, too many spiders and god knows what else in there. I hate public bathrooms. I really fucking hate them.

I avoid these every chance i get because they just feel soo damn weird. The stalls have spaces, and i feel exposed. The toilets arn’t even a full circle, so you have to sit on an angle and then the next thing you know is your feet are pushing into the next stall, fucking weird. And as if this couldn’t get any worse, you have no idea who used the seat before you, so you could have just got crabs.

But no it gets even worse, you really had to go, and the toilet is now clogged, so your stuck in a stall, with wastes slowly filling about to erupt and what can you do. Hope to god no one is in the bathroom, and you slip over ot the next stall, you better pray to god you didn’t get any shit on you.

So say in fact you did get some poo on you. You whipe it off with toilet paper, and its now smeared on you. So what can you do? Go to the sink,
you try and wash it off, and if someone comes into the bathroom, your fucked. Girls are always like OMIGOD I GOT TOILET PAPERZ ON MAH FOOT! :’( :’( But imagine walking out of the bathroom all wet with shit on you. Thats way worse.

Just hope to god your wearing brown pants. Because if your wearing white or black, your screwed. Now if you wanna make an excuse i recommend comming back to class with a bottle of water half empty. Also spray a bunch of axe on you to cover the smell. Tell them you were drinking a bottle of water, and some older kids came up to you and dumped some of you water on you, then say they sprayed you with axe. Punch yourself in the face to show that you gave some resistance.

Well anyway, thats never happened to me, because i avoid public bathrooms. Well anyway all im trying to say here is i don’t like beaches, beachs, or beachlets, whatever.

Restrooms. (Christina WAS My Girlfriend)

Restrooms

I really can’t express my ultimate hate for the public restroom with words. My passion to loathe restrooms began again around 7:30 PM. I had just finished devouring my supper. I had talked to Christina about meeting her half way to her house so I wouldn’t have to walk alone. She was reluctant to do so, but eventually I got her to do it.

So she starts talking about how it is too chilly outside and what not, but I decide to challenge her recent knowledge of the weather with my completely unsupported theory from within my basement by saying, “No Christina, it is very warm out. “ This is when I decided to grab the Smarties ice cream to prove my manliness.

It turns out it wasn’t warm out and I wasn’t hungry, so it was a stupid mistake. What makes it even stupider is the fact that my spoon broke after two minutes of walking. I was left with not only cold hands, but no tools to eat the ice cream with. But fuck it; from the ice cream I DID get to eat, it turns out that made my stomach feel like a winery. I didn’t want it anymore.

So I finally meet up with Christina and I explain my stomach pains to her through clever metaphor and I tell her I need to use a bathroom at timmies. So I go into the bathroom and my God it was the worst bathroom experience I have EVER had. Not only did they have those shitty little toilet seats that aren’t the full circle, but they didn’t even have ACTUAL toilet rolls; they had fucking wipes. Not only were they wipes, but they were fucking ONE - PLY WIPES! LIKE WHAT THE DICK SHITS IS THAT?! HONESTLY. The only reason you’re using a restroom at timmies is because you can’t hold it in any longer, so obviously you are going to take a big shit.
Yet they still give you a one-ply shit wipe. By the time I took in all of this information I completely forgot about my need to poop.

On the bright side it smelt nice, and they had brail on the doors.

Ironically enough, I had a very good experience the night before. Welcome to the Keg. I was at the keg for my step mother’s birthday. I realized that I don’t like the Keg that much. I mean the waitress we had was nice, but on another note, the only food you can order there is steak, and seafood, and fajitas. Well that just sucks the big one because I’m not a huge fan of fajitas or steak, or seafood. I order the chicken fajita and I eat one, and I say fuck it to the rest, my tummy hurts too much.

That’s when I decide to use the restroom. It was very nice. Although the door into it was completely transparent, so it felt kind of revealing, I still enjoyed it. The washroom had an actual full circle toilet seat, and they had 1.5-ply toilet paper ROLLS. It was relaxing, although the toilet was clogged.

I also got cake later that night free of charge.

On a completely different note, I went over to my best friend’s house and I found out he had a sister. I’m the worst best friend ever. We played Wario Ware. That game is racist. Just because I was a black angel it never picked me to go? FUCK YOU WARIO YOU RACIST PIECE OF SNICKER SHIT.

Friday, April 18, 2008

The Job Interview (To Be Continued)

The Job Interview

Right now I’m sitting in what must be one of the most boring rooms I have ever seen in my life. The stains on the ceiling resemble what I can only hope is water stains, even though they look just like urine. Man this office is a dump. It just reeks of consistency and blandnessissity.

 On top of this my nipples are hard. Very hard, I mean they are stiffer then diamonds. That’s how cold it is in here. Seriously, they can’t even afford in-door heating? Its late fall; you’d think they would at least have those little shitty radiators that schools have. But I guess I can’t blame my nipple state on completely on the quality of the office, it all started with a man’s wiener in my mouth.

 Earlier today I was awoken by my answering machine. It was making that weird clicking noise that it makes right before a message is played. That’s right, I still have an answering machine from the 90’s. Anyway, as I was saying err narrating, an unfamiliar voice started emitting from my voice-box or whatever so I roll over and fall out of bed and become slightly more attentive since the fall. Basically in a nutshell the message was about a job offer testing video games over at some hole in the wall dump.

 I really didn’t want this job. I really didn’t want a job at all, but when I remembered that the administration of electricity cut off the power to my house, it was a bit of a wake up call.

 So I open my wallet and realize I’m more poor then little Ombia on TBS in the afternoon. That’s about when I decided to dive into my couch and start digging around for change. I manage to find enough money for bus fare, with a bit left over. I debate shaving, but I don’t really have a razor right now so I guess I’m stuck with the scruffy look, but come on, what gamer isn’t scruffy looking right?

 So I start to jog over to the bus stop because my job interview starts in like 40 minutes, and I buy a hot dog from some Hindu guy on the way to the office. I then deposit my bus fare and chill with my hot dog. It feels like I haven’t eaten in days. I’m starving like Ombia too, man I have too much in common with third world children…

 So I cram this wiener in my mouth and some ketchup drips onto the only good shirt I own. YAY ME! So I start trying to get this stain out of my shirt before I get to the office and by the time I get there, I have this huge wet spot on my chest, which also adds onto the firmness of my nipple, and that brings us up to par, with my hard nips, and the bland office.

 

 

After what feels like hours of waiting my boss or whatever finally decides to call me in. I shake his hand we sit down. “How did you like the lobby? We just did some work on it.” They just did some work on it…I can’t believe he just said they just did some work on the office.  This man had one of those white man goatee things that most sports dads have. You know the kind of facial hair that says, I’m a casual dad with three kids, but don’t mess with me because I can get strict if I want to. You know the type.

“I love this office. It feels so professional. I really like how you made all of it match by making it all white.” By this point I’m choking on my words. I can barely take the ramming of this mans cock down my throat. That’s a metaphor by the way. Really, I wonder who the renovator was, Stephen Hawking perhaps? But hey, I’ll say whatever I have to, to get this job.

 “That’s very good. So why do you think you would make a good employee here? What different skills do you have? Blah Blah Blah, I’m a huge douche bag.” Okay he didn’t really say the last part.

 “I believe I’m a great people person. I’m a go getter. I’m also extremely honest and I have a great sense of humor, yet when faced with a serious scenario I can be more stern then Donald Trump.” I feel like my teeth are going to fall out I’m lying through them so hard.

 “Those are all good skills. Why do you feel you need this job?” I can practically see the crumbs falling out of his beard. The rolls on his face flap with each spoken word.

 “Well I could really use some cash, but I’d also like to help out the gaming community.” I really wish I would have worn sunglasses; his bald head is just so bright. He has one of those hair styles a lot like Caesar’s little leafy crown thing.

 “Ah yes well, here at TNX Inc. we believe in helping out our fellow gamers with top quality games, with as few glitches as possible.” Top quality games? My voice-box is probably newer then their last popular title.

 “I agree completely,” but not really.

 “Do you have any questions?” This is the make it or break it point, the point where I have to make an impression, one that will make me memorable.

 “Why yes, how old is that beautiful young girl there?” She was about seven or eight-ish judging from appearance. Maybe if I can spark a light conversation and make a joke or two he’ll remember me and hire me.

 “You mean my daughter. Why she must be around 7 or 8 now. Kids grow up so fast you know? The other day we were going out for ice cream and she said the dandiest thing….. That girl sure does love her golf…. She was the best swimmer in her class…. I really think she has potential, she’s like a young Madonna….” My God! Does this man ever shut up? He’s talks more then a European soccer fanatic during the FIFA world cup.

 I checked my chin to see if I had grown a beard within the time he talked about his “little love.” I could probably write a biography on her.  Anyway that’s not the point, the real point is, I got the job, and I start next week. That’s not what is exciting me though, what I’m real anxious to see what happens next with, is that lady at the desk who was making flirty eyes with me…..

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Another Ficiton.

Alone Together

A man sits alone in his room. He is counting the tiles on his ceiling as spiders etch webs in the darkened damped corners of the room. “1….2….3…4,” he whispers to himself. He is all alone, putting aside his friend Tom. Tom has always been with him for his whole entire life. He can’t live without him. Tom has always made sure he was in line, until one night, one night when everything went horribly wrong.

It was his Prom night. Everyone had dates, even Tom. Sadly however no one would go with him to prom. It seemed as if Tom had betrayed him. He was barely talking to him at all. In fact the only thing that kept him from going crazy were his human emotions. He had felt the icy embrace of sorrow, grasping his lungs. He could not yell, or cry. He could just sit there, and wait for prom to end.

However, when prom night did end, the feelings didn’t end for our man here, and Tom did not know why. He felt confused, lost and scared for he was constantly being threatened ever since prom night. Tom promised to help him get revenge, revenge on the whole school for abandoning him. Thankfully for Tom, the rekindling of the school rekindled their friendship.

It was all going up in flames, the school, every betrayal, and the icy sorrow that gripped his heart. His sadness was all gone, and a lot like the school, his soul was burning with an intensity to live in which he has not felt for years. They would all pay- this was his purpose.

Someone was running. He didn’t like running nor did Tom, so they chased this girl. He remembered who this girl was. It was the girl who stole Tom from him on prom night. Death was a reasonable punishment. He dove at her and started to whale on her face. There was a crack here, and a crack there. After a minute or so she started to vomit blood all over his pants. She could barely manage to weeze out the words, “Tom….why? Why would you do this to me?” And suddenly it all made sense. Tom wasn’t his friend. Tom wasn’t even a figment of his imagination. He was a figment of Tom’s. Sadly for her, Tom was no more.

Tom didn’t like the blood on his pants, nor did his counter-part. “YOU BITCH! THESE ARE NEW JEANS!” He continued to turn her face into a pile of mush. Laughter turned into crying as sadness turned into anxiety. All sorts of emotions flowed through Tom, but there is one he will never forget. The cold feeling that swept through his being as the handcuffs clicked on his wrists, or the way his heart dropped when the judge hit the his desk with the mallet.

Years later, Tom did come back. They rejoiced their friendship in the comfort of a nice padded room, where dinner came three times a day, and where he had a toilet all to himself.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

The Internet

The internet

Loved by teens, and hated by adults, where does Mav fit in? Well I’m glad you didn’t ask. I’m assuming you all just think I love the internet, which isn’t entirely true. I mean putting all of the great things aside, like internet stalkers, porno-viruses, and extreme lag, the internet does have a lot of flaws.

Ever get really hyped up, and “excited” and think to yourself, google you’re my new best friend? You then mash the link and get your free cheap b-movie porn- you know, the type of movie that relies on alliteration to make a clever title (Prissy’s Pussy or Sandy’s Sanctum). Well you’ll often find yourself researching he same things later, and you’ll notice every site you’ve visited is purple. Like honestly its as if your internet is tattling on you, HEY GUYS! LOOK MAV WAS LOOKING AT PORN!

It also likes to stab you in the back by giving you viruses from seemingly safe sites. I mean who would have guessed, a site as harmless as Leopets (a neopets rip off) would give you a virus in which ugly naked women pop up on your screen moaning and yelling while their fat Italian boy-toy plays with them.

The internet also likes to lie to me a lot. I mean seriously gasoline theoretically should put out fire due to the fact that it is a liquid. But oh no, thanks to physics apparently gasoline is flammable, so it makes fire bigger. There are also a lot of random conspiracy theories. Like the 23 conspiracy, which is basically someone noticing the number 23 is like everywhere. I mean, what purpose does that serve? A shitty Jim Carey movie; that’s what it fucking serves you.

But hey I guess all of the bad things about the internet are what give it part of its allure, so I’m not going to stop using it. Its little quirks have grown on me after a few years.

Men

Men

Guys are stupid. I mean honestly, not only are we hypocritical but we also praise ourselves for the dumbest things. Yo G-Dawg Majiggy Jiggy, guess who I had sex with? yo g hommie-dawg? Yo mama bizizle. I mean seriously, that is the dumbest thing I have ever typed into a computer, and I’ve written a lot of stupid shit.

A lot of men also find it manly to just beat the shit out of each other, drink a lot of alcohol and talk sports, but really, why is all of that considered manly? And why do the manlier drinks have to taste like sweaty asshole. I mean, maybe it’s just me, like maybe drinking has to grow on you or some shit, but whenever I’ve taken a sip or two of beer, its tasted like complete garbage. And yet when I’ve tried a cooler, it was alright, yet it is considered fruiter. Since when have men decided that manlier beverages are more digusting. Yo dawg, this shit be good tastin yo! Pff u’z a panz-ee mofucka, drink sum of dis mofukin urine with salt dawg. ITS FUCKING REAL HOME TRIGGA.

Fuck alcohol.

Anyway things that are classified as manly aren’t fun usually, yet geekier things are, for instance:

Manly:
- Fighting until someone is bleeding
- Drinking massive amounts of disgusting beverages then vomiting the next morning
- Playing tackle football topless
- Sweating
- “feeling the burn”
- Getting blisters
- Scars
- Making fun of people
- Cheating on girlfriends with their best friends

Geeky:
- Playing video games for more then three hours a day
- Talking about PWNING NUBS
- Yelling hacks in RL
- Using abbreviations in RL
- Saying lol’ing in RL
- Referring to Real Life as RL
- Correcting Peoples Grammar
- Challenging people to Mario Kart
- Watching anime
- Playing board games
- Reading
- Blogging

And the list goes on, but you get the idea. I guess what I’m really saying here is, MANLY MEN are stupid, and well geeky guys are way better. But since most geeky men have skin whiter then Marylyn Manson, with more acne then the coyote from Looney Toons (yes you fucking faggots, I know it’s actually called Acme), we don’t get the time of day.

But none of this is to say that women aren’t the dumbest people ever. I mean most women are very unclear about what they’re saying, AND they always assume they’re right in scenarios in which they are wrong. But sadly I cannot bash women, or else I’m considered sexist even though I just bashed men.

So all in all, I have come to the conclusion that the human race, is made up of IDIOTS.

Monday, April 7, 2008

I Love Life. [Fictional]

I’m sitting down in my chair in class. My teacher has been talking about something stupid for the past twenty minutes, although I’m not sure how I know that since I stopped listening after five. It’s not like I don’t feel like listening, it’s just, we are presenting a project in about five minutes, and I’ve had this poking feeling in my pants since I sat down. Luckily enough I sit at the back of the class, and I’m by myself.

I’ve tried everything to get rid of this stiff-ee. I mean I’ve stacked textbooks on it. I’ve flicked it, hell I’ve even poked at it with a pencil. The worst part is, nothing caused it at all. My teacher isn’t attractive, my class is almost all males, and my mind wasn’t even dabbling on the lines of an r-rated film. You could almost say thoughts of sugar plums were dancing through my head.

The presentations were about to start and I was terrified for both me and my beaming erection that I was going to be chosen. My teacher out of spite decided to draw straws to pick who goes first. Luckily for me, I wasn’t first. Unlucky for me, the presentations were short.

So the presentation ends and my pants still look like a camping tent, but I know what I have to do. I wait patiently for the commotion to begin; you know the bit, where everyone starts clapping and talking to the person next to them about what just happened or about random other things. I clench my fist, close my mouth, and I punch myself square in the balls. I cringed but it worked, it was an instant floppy.

Ironically enough, we ran out of time for presenting that day, so I guess that was a little bit un-necessary, but if there is one thing I’m self-conscious about its my cock.

Life has never really been good for me; I mean my first girlfriend was a total disaster, schizophrenic and everything. She also had a penis. I although I always thought it was cute when she talked to herself, but I guess you never know with women these days, with their fake tits and their Botox.

I took her out to a nice dinner….. cost me around $70! I even got her back to my place, my parents were on vacation, I had candles and some nice Elton John picked out, I was even gonna let her see my “rocket-man”. Heh I’m clever. It all started with a youth group.

My parents always forced me to go to church, until one day I just go so sick and tired I yelled at the priest while he was in the middle of his sermon. “This is madness!” were his last words before I broke out into a cheap 300 movie sequence. It could have been worse I mean, I could have kicked him.

That ended my church goings, but they still wanted me to be influenced by God in some way or another, and that’s when youth groups came into play. I mean I’m not sure what they were thinking like stick a bunch of teenagers together and make the worship a God? Like hell that would work, but whatever, I went mainly ‘cause I heard there was women there.

And that’s where I met Danny the Tranny (I kill me hahahaha). Her full name was Daniel Scutzofrick, but let’s save the technicalities for later. We got pared up into this ice-breaker type game where we had to act out in different ways. I chose to give myself A.D.D. I figured she chose schizophrenia. I remember thinking to myself, wow she’s really good at this. I found her entertaining, and I decided to ask her out.

We dated for a few months. Although the first time I noticed something odd was when we were at the movies. The fourth Star Wars film just came out and we got a theater all to ourselves thanks to hook ups I had. We were kissing, grasping, and even fondling each other, when I felt something pushing up against my stomach (she was on my lap remember). Although I figured she was just wearing a belt buckle, or maybe she was just loose or something, then again this was the first girl I was ever with so I didn’t think too much of it.

One year passed and she got very attached to me. Well at least half of her did. I often found myself dodging knives. I figured it was just a sort of game she liked to play. One minute she’d be all over me like Michael Jackson on Macaulay Culkin, and then the next it was like I turned into Bill Cosby and she was Kramer. However I found it attractive, a woman being that assertive.

Then came time for the two year anniversary, my parents were out of town on some business thing, and I decided to take her out to Kelsey’s, from what I understand they make good times last? So we went there and damn she looked good. I got them to play her favorite song too. Ironically enough it was super-freak.

I basically kick down the door with my ass while we’re making out, when I tell her to wait two seconds. I sprint up stairs and grab some cologne, and I then light my room on fire to a certain extend to the candles are lit. She comes parading up the stairs and we go onto my bed, when she pulls down her pants and I pull out a rubber. She thanks me, and takes it, and I’m like, “What? Ha…ha…?”

She was heart broken, I’m not sure why though, maybe when I puked on her. That’s also when I realized she was schizophrenic. She was balling her eyes out when suddenly, she started laughing, whispering “Freedom…FREEDOM!” She fucking lunges at me with a poker stick for a fire place, and now I realize she isn’t playing around. Thankfully she was a klutz, and well she fell down the stairs and broke her ankle.

Stunned by this I decided to piss on her, and then call the police. She now lives in West Virginia Penitentiary, where her days are very routine, and lonely. But hey at least she can talk to herself right?

My History Of Video Games.

My History Of Video Games

Nintendo:

It all started with NES. Yeah fuck Atari that shit sucks. I had NES I loved it, I played Mario and Zelda, but it was mainly hazy. But fuck it, I wanted the super Nintendo, and I got my super Nintendo and I love that thing like a free prostitute So I played super Nintendo, and I have to say I definitely got my moneys worth, I mean I’ve beaten every game I own at least once.

But then came N64, or Nintendo 64. This really was a big deal cause it was in 3D, and at the time I didn’t really care about how shitty everything looked, it was in 3D. The sad part was, every game was just super Nintendo games with 64 shat out on the end, and crammed into 3D. It was an okay system, but it wasn’t worth selling my NES to get it.

But apparently Nintendo wasn’t done stealing my soul, they had to make a NINTENDO GAMECUBE, which was far from clever. At least they fixed the GOD awful layout of the N64 controller. Ever try playing Resident Evil 2 on an N64? It would actually be easier to survive a zombie apocalypse, then use the N64 remote, the controls are like, C-Up+Z+UP+L+R to move forward. I hated it so much.

Anyway back to the ‘cube. The gamecube was basically a better looking N64. During its first three years it was a pretty solid system, I mean sure it didn’t have DVD player like XBOX and PS2, but it was still nice. And at least they had the common decency to come up with some original names unlike, MARIO 64, or STAR FOX 64. I’d say the gamecubes best games were, Smash Bros., Luigis Mansion, Metal Gear Solid, Mario Sunshine, and….. wait there were other games? (Normally I would include Resident Evil 4 but the thing is, it has been ported to every god damn electronic that has the capability to play games.)

So after roughly five years, I had stopped playing my ‘cube and I had just been waiting for Zelda Twilight Princess to arrive, but instead they just delayed it for years and years. They had Zelda announced before the Nintendo Revolution was even coming out.

Nintendo had announced a new gaming console, I was hyped up and super pumped, I was hoping the Nintendo revolution, would be a revolution. And then one faithful Sunday morning, a Nintendo Power arrived in my mailbox stating a name change, to the Nintendo Wii. A few dozen penis jokes later, this name grew on me.

Now Wii is a hard console to describe (No pun intended you pervert), I mean it has had its hits, but will there be more, and will they actually use the motion sensing for more then retarded 3rd company movie based games *cough* happy feet *cough*. All I know is, I enjoy my Trauma Center, and my Mario Galaxy, and my Super Paper Mario, and my Brawl.
Portable Gaming Systems
So this may seem like a lot of money to spend on games, but this is barely scratching the surface. I haven’t even shown the dent in my wallet. This is where I wasted many funds. The year was 1996 and I was dyeing for a Game boy, I mean it was portable Nintendo, what’s not love. How about EVERYTHING. I mean not only did they system weigh 800 pounds, but this bitch took 4 double-A batteries at a time, just so it could out put its 2 colors (like a yellowish green, and a black), and its stereo sound. You also had to tilt it into the light just to see, although it was pretty cool to change the yellow-green, and black around by tilting it strangely.

Although while you weren’t asking your parents for money for some new double-A’s batteries, it did have some things for entertaining you. Like the Mario Land games, Tetris, Pokemon, and Wario Land, I mean that’s all I had. This system is barely a memory in my mind. I didn’t really care that well, what I do remember though, was the transition over to Game Boy color. Biggest waste of money I’ve ever had.

The Game Boy Color wasn’t even that revolutionary, I mean Nintendo did was make it TINY, and of course add color. They also halved the cost of batteries. This thing only took two batteries. And it had backwards compatablility. Oh joy. Yay. I’m so excited. They tried pawning off making older games colored but they really didn’t, they just added in cheap color changes so instead of black it would be a blueish tint.

The sound was downgraded to MONO which was dick, and the screen was the same size, plus you still had to tilt it towards the light. This was the only way I’d get a tan. My neck was almost as brown as Kyle Olivera. I loved it, but really it wasn’t special, it was just cool for Zelda, and Pokemon games. This upgrade alone cost me like 200$. Like what the fuck was I thinking, YAY Shitting Graphics, Bad Storylines, God Awful Colors, Neck Cramps, and only for the low price of $200 at least.

Nintendo still wanted to eat my wallet. So they decided to make the Game Boy Advance. Ok everybody chill the fuck out here for three seconds, and take a breather because this is the WORST BY FAR money waster. Nintendo made a gameboy advance, which had super Nintendo graphics. I fucking loved this system since I loved my Snes so much. So I begged and pleaded and I finally got it for only $300. The sound was awesome and so was the gameplay but it still took TWO double-A batteries, and it still needed to be tilted into a light. But whatever, it was my favorite portable system. With backwards compatability, and a larger screen, I was addicted to this like a poor kid on crack.

I had megaman, and Mario, and shit fuck you, there are too many great games to name. But here is where Nintendo becomes heartless bastards. After two years, THE GAME BOY ADVANCE SP. HOLY FUCKING SHIT, THIS BITCH IS FUCKING REAL YEAH MOFUCKA. FUCK YEAH, IT HAD A FLIPPY SCREEN, AND A FUCKING CHARGER BATTERY YEAH, AND THEY ADDED A LIGHT. That’s right folks, for $300 more, you got a light in the back of you game, and a charger. The saddest part was I BOUGHT IT, AND LOVED IT. This is when I ditched the original Game Boy Advance.

But the saddest part was, it wasn’t even Nintendo last attempt at keeping this Game Boy alive, was with the GAME BOY MICRO. This was a Game Boy Advance SP, but really small, and shitty for $215 roughly. Now I can only imagine what went on in the board room. Hello ladies and gentleman, we need a new idea. Hey how about we come up with a new console. Or we could make another gameboy advance. Hmmm so a new console eh? That’s a great id- NO YOU FIRED YOU DUMB BITCH, ANOTHER GAMEBOY YEAH! SHIT YES! WE’LL MAKE ANOTHER GAMEBOY! GAME BOY RULES! YEAH. What will we do that’s different? I know we could make it smaller and dumber. But we need a new commercial, DUDE “MOUSES” ARE SMALL! LIKE THE MICRO, LETS MAKE THE MOUSE HUMP THE MICRO, ITS STUPID AND FUNNY AND WHO DOESN’T LOVE MOUSE JIZZ ON THEIR GAME BOY.

This is the first time I said, NO to Nintendo.

Then came the war, the brutal war; Nintendo VS Sony. Nintendo had announced a new game console, dropping the GAME BOY title, they called it the NINTENDO DS. And for once I didn’t beg my parents for it. I bought it off a friend for 50 bucks. Which was nice, I mean, It could only play GAME BOY advance games, and DS games, but who cares, GBC and Game Boy sucked to be honest. It was a good deal all in all.

Anyway this was the first 3D portable system. It has some okay games. Mario is kinda fun, so is the few mega man games. But meh, s’alright, its no GBA.

This is in my opinion where Sony kicked ass. They made their system, and it was really cool, although they had a joystick, that sucked massive balls. PSP is the name of their system, and well it uses really breakable disks. But at the same time, PSP was hackable. And it wasn’t even hard. They gave you the ability to put every console on there. So really this is my favorite thing ever, because it is every video game system put together. So fuck you, best investment I’ve ever made. Its also 3D with a backlight, but seriously I could suck the PSP’s dick all day so I’ll stop here.

Sony

Since I was a child when Snes, was around I was never really exposed to console wars, I just stuck with Nintendo, but when I hit nine, that all changed. The Sony Playstation was released and boy did that surprise me. It not only played 3D games, but! It had a BUILT IN CD PLAYER. WOAH SPIFFY. I mainly got this because Geoff did, and ma did I enjoy it, I remember the first time I played the metal gear solid demo, it was like finally being able to ride a bike.

But the PSX was just a taster for the newer console the PLAYSTATION 2! This is everyone’s favorite console, I mean almost everyone has one. It was pretty sweet, it was like a game cube with better graphics and more badass games. Like seriously when I heard about Metal Gear Solid 2 & 3 I basically shit myself. Like seriously I jizzed 800 times with both of them. It also had a built in DVD player, which is one reason I bought one for my room.
After its very successful launch Sony decided to make a PS3, which everyone would have assumed to be the greatest thing ever, like most people would assume it’d be like peanut butter and chocolate, but it was more like a penis and a toaster. When this thing came out it was full of problems. I mean it had the shittiest launch in history.

Thankfully Blu-ray won the format war, and now the PS3 is actually doing farely well, and hopefully it will be the next ps2. Plus it has Metal Gear Solid 4, I’m about ready to cry from tension. Good Luck MGS4.

Microsoft

So what is really left to talk about? I’ve already gone over Sony and Nintendo, oh wait there is that sad little pathetic company some know as microshit. I mean seriously I’m not a fanboy or anything but enough is enough, and it doesn’t take a blind person to see what happened.

Console gaming has always been more popular then PC gaming, so Microsoft decided to try and make a console. The XBOX. Why its called the XBOX? No one knows, but the best logical explanation I’ve ever heard is from a man called unaware steve, X STANDS FOR THE FUTURE. And I sure hope this isn’t the future because that would be we go really down hill.

Now XBOX was an alright system, I mean they had a remake of Conkers Bad Fur Day, and they had a Metal Gear Solid game, but other then that xbox has really no games. Oh right theres also that overrated FPS Halo. But I’ll save that rant for another time.

The XBOX also had a DVD player, which btw sucked, and they had the worst controller design ever made. I mean sure N64 goofed because they made a controller designed for someone with three arms, Microsoft decided to make a controller for someone with GIANT HANDS. I mean seriously the XBOX had controllers that weighed 9999 pounds. I mean seriously wtf were they thinking. They also made some DUMBASS fucking button outlines. Like seriously, they basically copied the control layout of a PS2, and made it super shitty, with giant round buttons, and they added some really stupid buttons.

The normal controller has a pause and a select button, I mean even wii does, they called it minus and plus. But the XBOX has the WHITE and BLACK buttons, as well as a start button. Now this could have put them somewhere nice on a controller and they did for the first model, but then instead of keeping them near the top of the controller they moved them down by were your hand is grasping the controller. I mean seriously WHAT THE LIVING ASS FUCK WHERE THEY THINKING. But I have to remain calm here. Cause this isn’t the worst thing Microsoft has done.

Well ladies and gentleman, its the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the last gaming console I’ve ever owned, the most biggest waste of money, the dumbest most needless console ever made. The XBOX 360.

Now most of you are probably thinking, Mav you’re a crazy bitch 360 is a good system. Well let me explain. For starters, there was an impending console war coming up between the Wii, 360, and the PS3. So XBOX continuing their trend of random stupid names the decided to add the 360 on the end. Not a 2 a 360. So normally you’d think it’d be a sphere right? Or it’d be really rounded? Cause a 360 degree is a circle? Well no you’re wrong. Maybe 360 stands for how many Mexicans they had to hire to make this bundle of shit.

Anyway Microsoft was scared of this new console war, they were practically pulling an Otacon and pissing everywhere. Since PS2 did everything XBOX did, but better, they wanted to push ahead their 36- before the PS3 to avoid further shame. And what did that bring us? A better controller design and a whole lotta problems.

I mean sure the controller was smaller slicker and wireless but lets just make a note that its basically identical to a ps2 controller, or a game cube controller. Now lets also look at the problem of how faulty it is.

The RROD or Red Rings of Death is something we all know it coming but we don’t want to accept it, a lot like puberty, or old age. Basically red rings are when your console decides it’s been sucking too many balls to continue and it doesn’t want to read your disks or even start up anymore. It actually quits on you, and red little lights appear around the power button.

Every 360 has this, I mean EVERY SINGLE ONE has this. It has happened to me, and every single one of my friends with a 360. Yeah lovely eh? Its actually built to fail. So what do you have to do? Send it away to Microballs for 12 years and they send you a new “refurbished jewbox 420.” I mean they should have called this the xbox 180, so everyone would turn around if they went to play it. You even have to pay for the online, which is TOTAL BULLSHIT, because your 360 will probably break half way through the period you bought. I mean PS3 gives you online demos for free, 360 charges you for online alone.

Now, that’s not to say 360 is the worst thing ever, I mean the n-gage was made. I’ll bitch aboiut that some other time as well. Anyway, fuck I have so much shit to bitch out later! So back to 360, it does have an impressive library of good games, een though it had a year advantage on everything else, it has Gears of War, Mass Effect, Bioshock, Dead Rising, Halo 3, oh wait NEVERMIND ALL OF THOSE GAMES aside from DEAD RISING WILL PROBABLY BE COMING TO THE PC! WITH BETTER GRAPHICS AND FREE ONLINE! JESUS COCKBALLS! Seirously I don’t even understand Microsoft, they make a console to fight pc and then they release every good game they make on pc aside from Dead Rising, with more content and free online, and better graphics. Honestly this was a good awful pile of dogshit, I hope to God my 360 red rings so I can be freed from this endless typhoon of fecal matter and stale urine.

Fuck you Microsoft, you piece of shit.