If thou seeketh to clapper boredom, then be it, well bethought, a quest upon the Festival of Renaissance! Agood turkey legs done to a turn and fine brewen mead, plausive to thine tongue. Cittern, harp, and lute waft broken music and accite the adventurous spirit. Let thine blood lust out and agaze the joust! If naught else, the jesters' acture cause ye loffe.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Today, I saw something that reminded me of this growing problem; it was a link to a site called Literally Unbelievable. I've seen this sort of thing before but not in such bulk. It's more than just an inability to detect satire; it's a complete lack of critical thinking in a substantial amount of people. But I do want to address my first concern: what the hell is wrong with you, seriously? And what are we doing as a public to fix this?
Posted by Travis at 10:41 PM
Sunday, August 21, 2011
This is a pet peeve of mine. I don't get why many restaurants and grocery stores feel the need to place "gourmet" in front of their items' and entrees' names. I'm writing this because I just had "gourmet" potato salad that tasted a lot like American classic. And I've had some good potato salad: Bavarian! But I can't be alone at cringing upon reading this phrase.
Monday, August 15, 2011
There are a lot of tutorials on
how to draw dragons. While there are popular designs, you shouldn't put yourself into a box when it comes to mythological creatures. Being creative and original are the most important aspects to your artwork. Dragons aren't real and shouldn't be confined to one person's imagination. With that said, here is a drawing dragons step by step example on how I designed Mirzym.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
This isn't a new phenomena, however, it's getting rather old for me. I feel like the unique things to my generation's past are being appropriated by younger and younger people each year. I'm sorry current teenager, but I'm taking my history back.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
It's sad that I have to make this blog. As of today, Aug. 9th, 2011, Eureka has been canceled by SyFy (you can read the official press release here). This isn't going to be a rant about how disappointed or angry I am with the network; I'm simply done with them after Eureka finishes. Instead, I'm going to write about how much the show meant to me and why it was so important to TV. Anyone who wants to tell me that it's just another TV series, don't bother; you're wrong.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
I want the future we were promised! That's right, I said it! Where are the flying cars, alternative energy, time traveling phone booths, the holodeck, incandescent clothing, interplanetary travel, hover-boards, and realistic androids? It's one thing to try and fail; it's another to downright fuck with the people's education and priorities. But that's another blog in itself. How many of you know multivariable calculus, let alone any math past high school algebra? I'm guessing not many. More importantly, how many of you even care? And how many people strive to be a clone of someone socially more popular? Answer: Too damn few or too damn many.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Them good ol' boys are at it again. I don't even care about the story behind this cross and ground zero; I do, however, kind of (pretending to take this seriously) care when bigots publicly rally hatred against my fellow atheists. I should have prefaced this blog with: this shit isn't new. In fact, this is older than dirt. It's the age old story of brainless mob versus those terrible nonbelievers. How dare they, those godless heathens, stand up to my beliefs and all powerful, invisible BFF.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
I think it's a pathetic way to be edgy and create a pseudo controversy to sell the same old crap over and over again. But if black Spider-Man is not a whiny little douche and is instead Samuel L. Jackson-esque, it's, at least, a massive upgrade for me; I hate Spider-Man. Yes, I'm saying it. I used to love him as a kid. But as an adult, he annoys the shit out of me. Despite having super strength, speed, senses, being insanely intelligent, and sarcastically funny, Peter Parker had no swagger! It was such an unrealistic character designed to appeal to the common socially inept and stereotypical comic reader.