i think Eric and Aaron would appreciate this video

http://sports.yahoo.com/nhl/blog/puck_daddy/post/Video-9-year-old-scores-greatest-goal-in-Boston?urn=nhl,195876

World of Goo - awesome puzzle game - is priced at whatever you want till 0ct 19th for it's birthday. Being the asshole that I am, I payed $00.01 cents. You can pay as much or maybe like $5 bucks. It's usually $20. Really fun game, I'd played the demo previously.

1-Cent Assholes Only

One of my co-workers saw Paranormal Activity and he really liked it. So... yep.

Where the Wild Things Are looks good, too.

It's playing down here as well but haven't seen it. I think I glanced at Rotten Tomatoe reviews and saw one that was "meh" so stopped right there. I like these on dvd so I'll wait, tell us how it is.

zombieland was alright. Cutesy and had some ok funny parts. Should have just rented it but oh well.

| "Paranormal Activity" Movie

It's playing in Santa Cruz and I really want to see it. Any of you living in more enlightened areas of the country that has access to a theatre playing this movie seen it yet?

I have heard it is 1) the scariest movie you will see this year, 2) scary enough that is will stick with you long after the movie is over, and 3) it is similar in nature to the Blair Witch Project in so far as it's low budget, guerilla/word-of-mouf marketing, and unique in the horror movie space.

I am really excited to experience it in the theatre. I thought BWP was an amazing event and concept from marketing to movie and am thinking about sneaking out of the house for the 9.30 showing in SC...

Thoughts?

| Actually Enron

I was too busy shaking my head in disgust at your obvious intent to bitch out to spend any time web blogging. "Let me consult my secretary." Yeah right. I know a bailout setup when I smell one. You don't even have a secretary unless you're talking about one of those dudes from your film series, "Enron Blows Dudes in the Office" (vol 1-32 available now at club 1821!). What you should have written was, "Let me consult my pussy to see if it hurts," because I guarantee you... it does. And if it doesn't now... if will after Saturday, when you are on the receiving end of World's Miniaturist Gangbang '09.

ZOMG, this is too sweet and sooo wrong. Elzar, Wylie has to have one of these.

jr0n and jA -El, did you two run home to your mother's teats? Man up pussy lips.

Ry, an insult that weak deserves another (plus I am Le tired, so I'll fire za missles later)... Yo momma likes face shitting.

D>M>

| Hey...

I am going to shit on your guys' faces.

jr0n, the only eating that will occur when we all throw down will involve you, ja -El and one cup. I'll supply the fart meat via your own soiled diaper. Bon appetite, turd burglar. You know, you are right about the paint thing, there is no way I can scratch the paint on those "finely" painted miniatures. Every time I look at that janky shit, I want to scratch my eyes out with a rusty crab fork. I rather like my eyes so I will continue to avert my glaze from the Sistine Chapel of hemorrhoid-festooned baboon anus paintings. jr0n, if my superior intellect equates to shit for brains, what does that mean for your electrically dead, rotten squash? Obviously your skull is filled to the brim and bubbling over with the remnants of ja -El's many failed, and now putrefied, "8 inch inseam" equine penile transplants. As far as shitting pewter, oh you better believe it. Only a goddamn bastard such as myself is so damn hard he shits metal. I live and breath fucking metal you flaccid whore-mongering cock gobbler. I shit more manly than your entire summed existence.

Ja -El, you can "round-robin" jr0n's balls all you like, but keeps that foul anal probe you call a tongue away from me. I will break that shit off and kill it with fire. Or maybe let jr0n play dolls with it. Whatever. You, Shafting me? Ha, I think not. The only shafting you will have the dubious honor of be involved in will entail "receiving" because, hey, that's what bitches do! Stand and deliver? Nope, Stand and Receive. That is all you can look forward to and you'll like it.

Who asked you Ry? The little girl goes to Hawaii and thinks he's grown a pair. Has the salt water has finally corroded that mash of tofu and steel wool bobbing about on your neck? Get in your place alter boy. Oh and jr0n, make sure you make his mini's anatomically correct. A light needle for the frank and sand grains for beans. I'll help deliver a round of punches once your garden-hose grade guns tire, but we'll need a microscope to hit that shit.

Also, jr0n & jA -El, lemme check with my secretary if I am available that day.

D>M>

Saturday is good for me. With all this buildup, I think one game would be kind of a letdown, since the game Smear the Queeron and I will be playing will only last about 15 minutes. I propose a round-robin format? and do an all part nighter.

| Don't think you're safe Ryan

Just because you're over the ocean and you don't play this particular game. I'm going to create an army made up all of dudes named "Ryan," make tiny greenstuff balls for them and then individually punch each tiny set.

Not sure why you had to bring Rodney King, Martin Luther King and Jesus into the picture Ja-el but the Rubicon has been crossed. I'm going to torch the houses of your miniatures so bad that they're going to organize into groups and hold a mass protest in a tiny 30 mm scale version of Tian Man Square, and then I'm going to run them down in REAL tanks. I'm going to throw down on your army like Brent Richmond throwing that retarded kid down the bleachers.

Enron I hope you're wearing a diaper on your head because you've clearly got shit for brains if you even think you can scratch the paint on my finely painted minis. At the end of the day you'll be eating your words, and your miniatures. You'll be shitting pewter my friend.

But at the end of the day, actions speak louder than nerds. What day are we holding this ultimate grudge match? I propose Saturday so that we can go late into the night if required. Any opposition?

| Jeeez!

Jeeez.

| Oh Shit, now Mikes mad!

Enron, mboy, there will be such a beatdown that even r0dn3y king couldn't imagine, and would make the M4rtin L8ther King hisself, roll over his grave and praise the mighty L0rd Hesus for everlasting forgiveness. My sin will not to be save my soul, but to save my long shaft of infinite love for you on the battlefield. In fact you will recieve such a long and extensive shafting, with such loving caress, that it will orally portrude. In fact, it will be so loving that all the Happy shiny people WILL start holding hands. Oh, and Jon and Mike will love it as well as they lick the head end together as I enslave their Khador armies and trade their swords into thongstraps and black leather muzzles to amuse their masters.

9 days await! - better start writing your last rights.

| Mad, oh shit now they all are!

Next time we throw down, you best wear your most voluminous depends, jr0n. Expect to defecate yourself in short order as my faction runs you through like Butt-ah. And this isn't going to be just any old sit and shit day-cruise, it's going to be one hell of a bowel movement. After your done, you'll be lucky if you have any bones left.

Tricks you say jr0n? Bring it. Let's see you Swing with the big boys or is that axe wound between your legs holding you back, peon?. I laugh in the face of your "Superior" trickery skills you gonad-faced baboon! You are barking up the tree of Cryxian treachery and talking to me about trickery, little chihuahua boy? There is a reason Cryx rhymes with Dyx and Tryx. The Bastard will deliver the skull-fucking of your life. Bet on it jr0n Simpleton.

And where is that quivering mound of femininity, Ja -El. Did I scare your little shitburger chops out of the forest? Wake up, we cross swords next weekend, be prepared. Incompetence will not be tolerated. You better bring some sawdust stuffed in that overambitious, underutilized grape-smuggling jockstrap of yours, Pant-wetting is assured on your part. Suck it Trebek!

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| Oh shit, now I'm mad

That's it my fine feathered friend. No longer will I caress your fair skin with the silky gloves of good sportsmanship. Oh, no. From this day forth I send nothing but the dirtiest, nastiest, smelliest tricks this side of yo' mama at you. Enjoy your hike tomorrow because next weekend you're gonna be so scared, your jelly-like knees won't be able to support your terror-swollen body and all of your bones south of the pelvis will spontaneously shatter, leaving only a liquid like mass that will look on in horror as each of your pulverized miniatures is destroyed, one by one!