Monday, June 30, 2014

he has robot AIDS...

***SPOILER ALERT!!! SPOILER ALERT!!! SPOILER ALERT!!! I'M ABOUT TO SPOIL THE SHIT OUT OF A WACK ASS MOVIE THAT SPOILED THE SHIT OUT OF 3 HOURS OF MY LIFE THAT I WILL NEVER GET BACK!!!***


     First of all, allow me start by saying with all sincerity, that I hate when people sit back and judge other people's creative endeavours, knowing the time, blood, sweat, and tears that a person expends to put a finished product out for the masses to consume. And I'm also aware of the concept of suspending disbelief, especially if I walk into a movie theater between late April- early September. But I'm also a hater (check my bio), and somebody has to answer for the 2hr45min piece of robot shit that I watched yesterday, Transformers: Age of Extinction. I'm looking at you Michael Bay. Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch. Frasier Crane. Dan Conner from Rosanne. And you, Mr. Chinese Elevator Karate Man. I'm looking DIRECTLY at you. But mostly, I'm looking at Michael "Watch me blow this shit up that's made of wood or plastic, and has no reason to ever explode by any law of GODDAMN physics" Bay. Buddy, I'm looking right at you. 
     I don't really know how to began to describe this late term abortion of a movie, so please bear with me as I start this rambling rant as close to the beginning of the movie as my rage will allow me to remember. One thing I can promise though, you my version of this shit show will be more coherent than the shit show I witnessed on the big screen. First of all, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch (MMATFB), whose character's name is  the extremely Old West gunslinger sounding CADE YEAGER, is basically a 21st century, white, Fred G. Sanford. This sonofabitch lives off the barter system like some medieval serf, fixing junk he collects from his neighbors in exchange for them not reporting his hillbilly ass for stealing electricity from their power lines. But instead of  Sanford and Son, it's really Yeager and underage daughter. And that's pretty much the only thing I have to say about her. I don't remember his daughter's name and vaguely remember her face. All I know is that she was fucking a senior when she was a freshman in high school, just like a good little country slut.  MMATFB also has a sidekick/best friend that works with/lives with/reckless eyeballs his child that's about as non-descript as his daughter. So much so in fact, that when he dies in the worst way possible about 25  minutes into the movie, MMATFB just shrugs and says "he's gone". Michael Bay is a CHARLATAN.
     While MMATFB is Sanford and Sonning his way about town, he stops by a dilapidated movie theater to scavenge more shit for his junk heap at home, reminisce about his dead baby momma, and to hamfistedly foreshadow killing a man with a football. That's right, MMATFB kills a man with a GOD!DAMN!FOOTBALL! During the dumpster dive session inside the theater, he just happens to look up and notice the FULL SIZED SEMI TRUCK THAT'S 30 FEET FROM HIM that he didn't notice when he walked in, and asks the owner how much he wants for it. To which the owner replies, "What truck?"... BITCH, the motherfucking FULL SIZED SEMI TRUCK THAT'S 60 FEET FROM WHERE YOU'RE SITTING, slap dab in the middle of the GODDAMN BUILDING that YOU OWN! Micheal Bay is a SNAKE OIL SALESMAN.
     MMATFB pays $150 in monopoly money and takes his new toy home to strip for parts to sell, so he can start his daughters college fund TWO months before she graduates. He fancies himself as some half-assed Tony Stark, complete with robots that malfunction and throw shit at him way harder and further than they need to. He goofs his way into jump starting Optimus Prime, the invisible, Most Wanted being on the planet for some convoluted reason, back to life with a battery that wouldn't start a riding mower. Optimus immediately transforms from a rusted out truck into a rusted out robot, and points a goddamn hand cannon menacingly at MMATFB, raving about how he hates humans now. But he has robot AIDS or some shit, so he just falls over and lets the humans help him. Meanwhile, Optimus gets dimed out by MMATFB's  pedophile buddy to the CIA, who've put a bounty on all Transformers after the last movie, when the Transformers fucked up Chicago worse than Derrick Rose's knee. So the main bad guy, Frasier Crane, sends a Black Ops Unit, and a Transformer who's a galactic bounty hunter that he has on his payroll, to  MMATFB's salvage yard/house to retrieve Optimus Prime. Right before the battle is about to begin, the camera pans over to this presumably Autobot,  badass, driverless, little Rally car creeping into a cornfield adjacent to the Yeager compound, waiting for shit to jump off so it can join the fray. But wait! That's not a Transformer! That's MMATFB's daughter's adult, pedophile boyfriend who was probably creeping up to get some ass, while her daddy was playing with Legos in the garage as usual. The same boyfriend who for some reason, has an Irish accent that he loses and gets back every other scene he appears in. The exact same GROWN ASS MAN WHO LOOKS 5 YEARS YOUNGER than MMATFB and carries around a laminated card with Texas rape statutes on it in case he gets caught BANGING A MINOR. They played this relationship for a jokes and laughs in a movie clearly aimed at kids...At this point, you might be thinking that nothing I'm writing makes any sense whatsoever, and it's confusing as hell. EXACTLY!!! I was so mad at this point of the film, that i was physically shaking. Michael Bay is a SHEISTY BITCH.
     Long story short, Optimus Prime, who could barely stand five minutes earlier, and claimed he could only be repaired by his fellow Autobots, bursts out of the barn like a stripper out of a cake at an old timey bachelor party and proceeds to beat the hell out of a tactical force that had killed 90% of the the HEALTHY Transformers left on the planet. All while suffering from a bout of the space HIV. And when cornfield lurker finally joins the fight, he somehow manages to bunny hop his car so high that his front tires spin out on 2 of the bad guys faces... It was at that moment that I realized that my body had threat levels sensor like the post 9/11 terrorism chart, and my anger had moved from green to blue in about six seconds. "This scene truly encapsulates the ridiculousness of this movie", was the first thought that popped into my mind. Wrong. WRONG! It got soooooo much worse. The crew escapes the farm, but thankfully lose the most annoying member of the Funky Bunch to a bomb the unaffiliated bounty hunter Transformer sets off, that turns everything it touches into frozen liquid metal, like the bad guy in Terminator 2, the first homage to James Cameron in this farce of a film. The second nod to Cameron is the name of of the metal that the Transformers are made of, and the true reason the government and the industrial scientist are looking for them; a rare metal called TRANSFORMIUM. I remember watching Avatar, and tuning out the minute I heard that the whole reason that they where gentrifying Smurf villages was for a metal called UNOBTAINIUM. It was the most ridiculous shit I'd ever heard. And yet, here in 2014, these simple motherfuckers in Hollywood decided to hit my mind with some shit called Transformium. Threat level crept to yellow. The remaining members of the Funky Bunch hop into Optimus to complete the great escape, but Optimus still looks as ashy as a runaway slave. So, in total disregard to the statement made earlier about needing to get to his friends so they can fix him, he just finds a nearby semi tractor, drives by and scans it, and VOILA! Brand spanking new Optimus Prime. Off to find the last Autobots left on earth! Michael Bay is a SWINDLER
      There appears to be only four Autobots left on Earth, and they happened to be hiding conveniently in a state adjacent to Texas, where the movie starts. There's Bumblebee, who's turned into a little jealous bitch that's getting slapped around by the new guys. A military transport that's voiced by Dan Connor from Roseanne that refers to himself as a fat ballerina when he fights, and carries 1000 guns and grenades the size of jack-o-lanterns. And two fire ass sports cars that I flat out refuse to give brand recognition too, considering the fact that the movie was just one long fucking commercial anyway. I will say this this; the sickest looking one of the sports cars that was a brand that rhymes with "Fugatti" was a triple changer that could transform into a samurai, a sports car AND a helicopter, but he never chose to fly anybody the fuck from danger whenever folks needed to get away. Optimus rallies the troops, and heads to the ONE place where every person would know exactly who they were when they saw them; Chicago. I'm not going to even go into the nonsense that happens there, since it was the exact same nonsense that happened in the last movie. But will point out the bullshit that pushed my threat level to orange. Apparently Optimus Prime is the space equivalent of King Arthur, because he pulls a GODDAMN SWORD from a stone in a spaceship, and somehow changes into KNIGHT ARMOR as soon as the sword is free. I'd also hoped that since they'd added a new stereotype with the heavily accented samurai bot, that I would be able to avoid seeing one of the Jiggabobots Bay is so fond of including into these movies. Wrong. Wrong! They still managed to sneak a little niggletbot in the mix. Fucking infuriating. I'll just tell you that Chicago gets fucked off again, they fight on the exact same bridge from the last movie and figure out that they need to go to China so they can hide some magic bean. Michael Bay is a CONMAN.
     At this point of the the movie either the 3-D glasses where giving me a headache, or the movie had incited a high blood pressure incident in me and I don't even have high blood pressure. I decide to close my eyes for a second, and just listen to the bullshit. I hear people arguing on an elevator, so I open my eyes to see the only entertaining thing in the movie, a military guy slapping the shit out of an Asian lady. And here comes the next typical stereotype in a Michael Bay movie; some little Chinese Elevator Karate Man who had just showed up in the movie 15 seconds earlier, proceeds to hop out of the elevator AND BEAT THE CHINESE SHIT OUT OF THE MILITARY DUDE. Punched that motherfucker in the chest like 30 times in 3 seconds. IT MADE MY BLOOD BOIL!!!! Threat level red. Meanwhile, the Autobots split up in Hong Kong, half to fight the military dudes and the bounty bot, the other half to free the Dinbots so they can join they fight. That's right, the same Dinobots that have been appearing in commercials since the Superbowl are only in the movie for THE LAST 15 MINUTES!!! While MMATFB are fighting bad guys in the city, throwing footballs at dudes to knock them out of 20 story windows, Optimus is in the woods outside of the city basically pissing on the Dinobots legs to show them he's leader so he can ride them into battle. And that's pretty much the gist of the movie. The Dinobots help turn the tide of the battle, the Autobots win and Optimus utilizes rocket booster boots he never used in any of the other movies to fly into space with his Excalibur sword and shield to find his creators. While MARK WAHLBERG WATCHES HIM FLY AWAY WITH TEARS IN HIS EYES!!! Michael Bay is HUSTLE MAN FROM THE FIF FLO.
     I will go to my grave hating myself for sitting through this crap, and I even left out some of the stupider shit that happened in the movie. Let me hit you with a few bullet pointed highlights;

  • Bumblebee fought a statue that he didn't like.
  • Tentacle porn.
  • Chinese dude sitting in his car, playing guitar for bitches in the backseat. In traffic. On a bridge. 
  • MMATFB picked up a pumpkin sized grenade, an lightly tossed it back to an Autobot.
  • An Autobot ran out of guns, so he bit a bullet to kill another robot.
  • People shouting "It's a big magnet...It's sucking up metal and dropping it!! CAR!"                                   
I really have no one to blame but myself. Despite this whole tirade, Mark Wahlberg is still one of my favorite actors. And I was one of dumbasses that helped this steaming pile of shit make $100 million this weekend, just like I gave Michael Bay money for the previous three Transformers, The Island, Bad Boys 1&2, Pearl Harbor, Armageddon, and the The Rock. And just like I'll be handing him my money for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles about a month from now..... Apparently I've been wrong. Michael Bay is clearly a FUCKING GENIUS.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Nick Fury is the shit.

     My official comicbook nerd Captain America: The Winter Soldier review; First, let me get this out of the way, no woman reading this right now has ever looked better without makeup than Scarlett looked in the truck ride with Captain America. Deal with it.
     Second, this is the first time anyone has been able to successfully translate a superhero costume from the page to the screen, not make ANY changes, and it not look fucking ridiculous. That may have something to do with the fact that the Winter Soldier is less that a decade old, so his uniform already had a modern aesthetic. The Winter Soldier needs his own movie, and may just be the most big screen ready superhero I've seen since the first Christian Bale Batman, which is saying a lot coming from me, considering how much I hate him in comics, and my obsession with Batman.
     Third, Nick Fury is the shit. That is all.
     Fourth, I had no hopes for the Falcon. I figured he was going to be a throwaway, typical black guy, comedy man sidekick, that got his ass kicked and served no purpose. Wrong. He more than held his own, and as far as I'm concerned, he could easily replace Hawkeye in the next Avengers movie.
     Fifth, even though this was a Captain America film, he was the weakest link. And he kicked ass. I say that to say this; Marvel gets it. They're setting up a movie universe that doesn't need A-list heroes to sustain it, and I really respect the way they flesh out their supporting characters to make them as valuable to the story as the main protagonist. I really don't think DC will ever catch up. Mainly because they don't have the balls to put somebody as obscure as Batroc the Leaper, Arnim Zola, or Crossbones into a movie, and make them a viable threat to the hero. Every villain doesn't have to be Lex Luthor, but by the time they realize that, it may very well be too late. And the comic character names they dropped during the Project:Insight threat assessment convo? Shit had me yelling "Woooooooo!" like Rick Flair (Dr. Strange is coming hoes!).
     Finally, I always tell people to stay for the credits to get a hint at what's coming next. This time, eh, whatever. I only say that because if you don't know the backstory of the kids they show, and why the had to change their origins in that 2 minute clip, you really won't get as amped as I did. I just say this, Disney needs to get the rights to the X-Men back, so Magneto can be reunited with his kids. Long story short, peep this shit because I said so, and I'm the boss of you. Deuces.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

I don't fuck with soccer

     Anyone who knows anything about me, knows my love of sports. I can sit in front of a television for hours on end, watching a round of golf on a goat ranch in New Mexico, played by paraplegics on Segways, and I have no idea why. Is it the competition of sports that's the draw for me? The human chess match that pits opposing teams against one another, with a clear winner being decided at the end of the contest, unlike life?  That's one of the main reasons for me, and the biggest reason why I don't fuck with soccer. How can you do something that expends as much energy as soccer does for 90 minutes, and end in a tie? That's insane! As much as I enjoy sports, I like sex more. And there's no way in hell I would have sex for 90 minutes and not expect something really good to happen at the end. 90 minutes after my sex game starts, I plan on having eaten a hot pocket, drank a glass of orange juice, and being asleep.
     I think one of the biggest draws in sports to me are the uniforms that the teams wear into battle. A great uniform is timeless, and can be as important to the team as the people wearing the uniform. Great uniforms evoke memories in the minds, and emotions in the hearts of the people who root for the team. So I got to thinking about my all-time favorite uniforms and tried to come up with my personal top ten. Shit was so hard to whittle down to just ten, and my honorable mentions would probably be considered some of the best in the history of North American sports. So, without any further ado, here are my favorite uniforms ever.
     Honorable Mentions: New York Yankees(pinstripes), UCLA Basketball(1970's), USC Football, Colorado Avalanche(original jerseys), Minnesota Timberwolves(original uniforms) Dallas Burn, 80's Lakers, and 80's Celtics.


10.Waco Wizards:

I'll be the first to admit that this is a bootleg ass jersey, for a bootleg ass team, from a bootleg ass town. But it was the first bootleg ass team, from my bootleg ass town, and it meant the world to me that Waco actually had a professional sports team. The logo itself is awesome though, even the if the image of a wizard in the middle of Texas KKK country was kind of janky.

9. Whatever The Fuck City They Play in Raiders
     The Silver and Black is football. Down and dirty, smashmouth, dogpiling, clotheslining, eyegouging, penalty stacking football. Football as it should be played, trench warfare on the grid iron. Too bad they suck ass, because these uniforms are some of the best in sports.

8.Springfield Indians
 
Snoop changed the jersey game with this one! I have no idea who or what the Springfield Indians are, but I wanted this sweater so frigging bad after I saw this video! I found one at the Eastmont Mall in Oakland in 1994, but they only had a size smedium. Fucked up my Christmas.


7. Winnipeg Jets

I just realized that 4 of my top ten favorite uniforms are hockey based, and for the life of me, I can't explain why I like this one so much. Maybe it's the simplicity of the designs, both new and old. But to be honest, I think just like the colors.

6. Chicago Blackhawks

I can explain my love for this one though. The Blackhawks were my gateway to hockey, being played on Superstation WGN. That made it possible for a person in Texas to watch hockey on a regular basis before the Stars got here. Add in the fact that my all time favorite player, Chris Chelios was American AND the Captain, and you get the only team outside of the DFW area that I ever root for. 

5. Texas Rangers
A lot of people I know HATE the powder blues. Not me, bro. This jersey= childhood summers in a second rate ballpark, sitting on hot ass tin bleachers, and watching a Busch league team waste everybody's time for a few hours a day. I wouldn't trade that for the world buddy.

4. 1992 Dream Team
The first and ONLY Dream Team, no matter what any Olympic team after them called themselves. Dominance personified. The only reason this isn't my top team is those diaper length shorts they wore.

3. New York Giants
Even though these are my #3 uniforms in all of sports, I refuse to say anything nice about them. But here's a picture of the last great Caucasian Cornerback for you to enjoy.


2. Dallas Mavericks
My first car was a '77 Cadillac Sedan Seville. That bitch didn't have any heat, we hooked up a doorbell to the horn relay, and I carried a small flashlight with me to see how fast I was going because I didn't have any dash lights. But I would grab a blanket in the winter and hit the highway to see my Mavs get demolished by teams on a regular basis. You could buy a $10 nosebleed seat, and by the third quarter have worked your way down to floor seats and security wouldn't say shit because no one was there. Some of the best times of my life.

1. Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day
Take away the fact that it's the Cowboys. Any uni they wear will automatically be my favorite. What sets this one apart is the day they wear it on. Thanksgiving is the only day of the year that i'm pretty much guaranteed to see all of my family at some point, and everyone is together. That means more to me than anything sports bring to the table.



Until next time folks! Be easy!

Saturday, July 27, 2013

He's very stabby...

     I went to check out "The Wolverine" this afternoon, just on the merits of the glut of advertisement it has received lately. I definitely didn't see it on the merits of "Wolverine: Origins", because that movie sucked balls. It was the type of movie that kills franchises, and could very well make Hollywood stay away from the genre all together. Let me backtrack a bit; the first comic book I ever purchased with my own money was Uncanny X-Men #212, a chapter in "The Mutant Massacre", Wolverine's first meeting with Sabertooth. I was hooked. Wolverine is my 1a/1b/1c favorite character of all time,  neck and neck with Bruce Wayne/ Batman, and he original Robin, Dick Grayson. So of course I was going to give this movie a chance.
     I intentionally stayed away from reviews and spoilers for this movie, because when it was first announced, they let everybody know what storyline from the comics hey were gong to follow, which was the story of  Wolverine's first visit to Japan. It's the basis of the character's character, if you will, the code he's followed since Frank Miller wrote the story arc all those years ago. It's impossible to keep a character compelling 6 movies into the game when all he does is be surly and stabby all the time, but dammit, they got it right! He's very stabby in this one, make no mistake, but they also get to the root of the man this time, showing what makes him who he is as a man, and a hero. And it shows that there was somebody more important than Jean...
     It also got me to thinking, with the massive amount of current and future movies out there based on comics and graphic novels, does the average person realise how many truly great movies based on comics are out that they've seen, but had no idea what the source material was? Probably not. so I've compiled my Top Ten list of Comic Book and graphic novel based movies that you've probably seen and had no idea they were comics, or you need see if you haven't already. I'll start with the Honorable Mentions, in no particular order; RED,  Weird Science (a young Iron man and Kelly Lebrock, before she got Steven Segal juice all over her, star in this cult classic), Ghostworld(young Scarlett Johannsen), From Hell(Johnny Depp before he turned into a weird, gay pirate), Howard The Duck (if you think the movie is strange, read the comic), The Mask( The only time Cameron Diaz didn't look like she wasn't fresh off of making a gangbang video), Wanted (the principal characters in the book looked exactly like Halle Berry and Eminem, but the producers couldn't afford them),Kick-Ass( Dave Lizewski, the title characters name in the film, is an actual person who won an auction to have his name in the book), and Cowboys and Aliens(the comic was so terrible, when it was first published, stores actually gave it away to customers).
   And here's my list, in descending order;
10. Blade:
This one I'm kinda on the fence about the fact that people don't realise it's based on a comic book. I mean, the it's pretty obvious from the opening scene in the underground vampire-disco blood bath, that this wasn't your usual action movie fare. It's campy as hell, and the acting is less than stellar, but the movie's use of bullet time and wire fights was groundbreaking, and predated The Matrix by a year. It also showed Marvel that they actually could have some success with characters who weren't household names on the big screen, and laid the groundwork for the X-Men franchise. Fun fact; in the comics, Blade was modeled after NFL Hall of Famer, Jim Brown, and he was born to his mother in the London whorehouse where she "worked".

9.Men In Black:
This one I'm positive nobody knows was based on a comic book, because comic book fans didn't even know! It had a small release when it was first published by Aircel Comics, and Will Smith's character was actually white. But its' a stop what I'm doing and watch kinda movie too me, just because it so damn imaginative. At the time of the movie's release, Marvel Comics had obtained it's rights from it's original publishers, and used the profits from it to bankroll a little indie film called Spider-Man...

8:Timecop
Ignore the fact that this movie doesn't involve a Kumite or him kicking coconut trees and wearing strangely cut, Lycra tank tops, this is easily VanDamme's best acting job of his career. And it actually has a really decent plot.

7: Oldboy
This is the only Asian comic book based movie I included on this list, but it's a must see. Some of the mos brutal fight scenes ever committed to film. You'd be surprised at what one man can do with a hammer when he has to get out of a hallway full of thugs. or maybe you wouldn't be. It's also being adapted into an American film directed by Spike Lee and starring Josh Brolin.

6. Whiteout
A murder thriller set at one of the North or South poles somewhere , blah, blah, blah. I really don't remember much about this movie accept that it stars Kate Beckinsdale, and I would watch her clip her toenails on a movie screen for 2 hours. Based on a graphic novel by Greg Rucka.

5. Scott Pilgrim vs The World
A movie about Canadian Hipsters. I really don't like hipsters. They strike me as the sort of people who would rather talk about how dirty and annoying sex is instead of actually having dirty, annoying sex. But the minute the opening  credits came on, and it was an 8-bit, Nintendo Universal Studios logo, I was hooked. The story of the nerd who sees the girl of his dreams, gets her, but has to fight through all of her baggage, including 7 evil boyfriends, strikes an emotional chord with me. And the fact that he's knows he just an asshole trying to do his best not to be, to be with the girl he loves, made me connect with the film a lot more than I thought I would.

4:A History of Violence
This was Viggo Mortensen's first, big post Lord of the Rings role, and damn was it impressive! It was one of the best "you can't hide from your past" movies I've ever seen, but you should definitely check out the graphic novel by John Wagner if you get the chance.

3.The Road to Perdition
Tom Hanks as a hitman. Best Cinematography Oscar. Best Supporting Actor nomination for Robert Redford. Daniel Craig, pre- James Bond. This isn't a movie, this is cinema. You NEED to see this movie if you haven't already. And again, pick up the graphic novel by Max Collins if you get a chance. It's an awesome read.

2. 300.
It's been quoted a million times, by a million people. And it never gets old. From "THIS! IS! SPARTA!" to, "I am not your King, I will not be gentle." to my favorite, "Return with your shield, or on it." The blue screen technique was groundbreaking, having been tested on another Frank Miller film I left off this list, Sin City. And this movie holds the strange honor of being based on a graphic novel that was based on a movie (The 300 Spartans, which suuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkeddddd) that was based on a historical event.

1. The Crow
I still remember where I was was when I heard that Brandon Lee had died on the set of this film. He was the only son of the greatest American action star in history (Bruce was born in San Franciso), and if he had lived, I'm convinced he would have made some AMAZING films. A REALLY DARK movie about some REALLY DARK subject matter, I still get creeped out when I see Eric force the heroin out of that lady's veins. And the graphic novel, by James O'Barr, is about ten times as jaded as the movie. But the movie will forever be one of my all time favorites.

  If you haven't seen any of these, please do yourself a favor, and at least put them in your Netflix queue. You won't regret it.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Movie Time!

I made this a couple of years ago, time to make another...

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Indian CBN My Ass!

     I guess it was about 2005-06, I lived in this little shitty apartment in North Arlington. My living situation with my girlfriend at the time had come to an abrupt end, (like get the fuck out abrupt, lol) and I was not about to couch surf with my friends. A good friend of mine was a leasing agent at the complex and she pretty much got me in the dungeon in less than 24 hours. I lovingly call it the dungeon, because the shit was underground. You literally had to walk DOWN two flights of stairs from street level to get to it. I could have survived a nuclear attack it was so deep down. And it was cold as fuck year round, because heat rises. Smell doesn't though. Sweet baby Jesus it doesn't. Every time somebody decided to cook with an exotic spice from some hut in the Middle East, I wanted to vomit. Or if they took a dump. I really couldn't tell the difference.
      And everybody who lived in my building was seedy as fuck. My upstairs neighbors were some teenagers that fought 24/7, who one time threw a land line phone out of the window that was still plugged into the wall. Instead of hitting the ground, as I assume was the plan, the damn thing swung back towards the building and busted my bedroom window out  like a super hero who just found a villain's hideout. Then there was the 300 lb lady across the hall who had 10 kids like the little old lady who lived in the shoe. I don't think they were all hers, I prefer to think that Peter Pan was on his way to Never Never Land with a new group of Lost Boys, realized how fucked off those kids were, and just left them with a lady in a North Arlington ghetto who looked liked she had plenty of food. And was always offering her across the hall neighbor blow jobs. ALWAYS. And the Indian family who lived 8 deep in one bedroom apartment that moved in about a month after I did.
   Pretty much the day I was moving into the apartment, I met a dude who had a Dish Network sticker on the side of his truck. He was the neighborhood hustle man, offering every channel on satellite at the base package rate, plus $50 extra for him. His hustle game must have been strong, because EVERY apartment had a dish on the balcony. It was awesome. 24/7 sports, cartoons, and porn. My childhood dreams come true. But as I've learned, most bootleg hookups in life come with a caveat, the karmic fine print if you will. And the attached fine print to the cable hookup was that since the Dish guy couldn't register all the receivers, people's signals were on the same frequency. That meant you could be watching a program, and your television would magically change itself because the next door neighbor wanted to watch something different.
   I never had a problem with my channels changing initially, because the old lady in the shoe couldn't afford satellite, and the upstairs kids were to busy screwing and fighting to ever watch TV. But the Indian family wasn't. As soon as they moved in, my shit was fucked. I'd be watching ESPN, and all of a sudden my TV would change to a Bollywood spectacular. I could change their TV too, so it would devolve into a channel tug of war that I would always win. See, apparently they had found all the Indian religious stations, and would watch them ALL DAY LONG. Whenever my TV would switch to one of the stations they watched I would let it stay there for a few moments. The shit was fascinating. The Indian version of the 700 Club would be on, and their version of Billy Graham would put the hands of  Shiva fellowship on the people in his church , and they would catch the Holy Ghost. But instead of shouting and hopping around, they would start belly dancing. Greatest shit I've ever seen.
     But the shit got annoying as hell. Playing television musical chairs while I was trying to watch a Mavericks, Rangers, or Cowboys game was not hot on the streets to me. Imagine watching a playoff game with the game winning shot about to be taken, and just because the neighbor's taxicab driving shift ended (not being racist, everyone in that flat drove for Yellowcab), you have to watch Slumdog Millionaire on a constant loop. Fuck a bunch of that shit. I would sit in my subterranean lair thinking, these cats are really over the top religious, how can I make them stop watching Mumbai Creflo Dollar everyday? Then it dawned on me, I get EVERY porn channel for free. Game time.
     I can still remember the exact day and time that I heard the most terrifying real life scream I've ever heard in my life. Wednesday, February 1, 2006. The Dallas Mavericks were playing the Memphis Grizzlies. It was a close game between two mediocre teams, but it came down to a last second shot. A last second shot that I didn't get to see, because the neighbors got home and decided that it was late night worship time. I was fed up. I vividly remember saying aloud to myself,"Indian CBN my ass!" I don't remember the name of the movie I switched it to, but it had something about gangbang and grease in the title. Roughly 2 seconds after I switched the channel, I heard a loud thud and crash through the walls, and a scream like somebody had just seen Jasonchuckyfreddycandyman under their bed. about 2 minutes later, I heard their front door slam, and what sounded like a shittily maintained yellow Caravan burn out of the parking lot. And I never had a problem with my channels being changed again. I can only assume that the thud and crash I heard was their piece of crap TV, but I'm pretty sure the car peeling out was somebody headed to the hospital from fainting. And I giggled myself to sleep.
     I miss living in the Wack Cave sometimes, but the only reason this story popped into my mind is this article I just read about Dish Network trying to purchase Sprint http://www.usatoday.com/story/money/business/2013/04/15/dish-sprint-nextel-bid/2083523/ . I'm hoping they've gotten their frequency/ channel game together, because I really don't want to get a sext from some random Indian dude whose life I sent into a degenerate spiral by changing his worship time to some NBA players tag teaming a 4ft11 Asian woman that was dressed like a Dragonball Z character. I never said I changed the channel back to the game, did I? 'Nite folks!