Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Sex.
















Alright, since I'm posting about sex in public, I'd better release a disclaimer to warn everyone that this post is unreadable for everyone from my youth group (oh, the nostalgia) who are probably still sheltering themselves from any topics related to human procreation. Which is evil.

WARNING: Porn ahead. Get your Grandma out of the basement right now. I don't care if she has pizza bagels for you. Get her out. Now. Also, if you are a parent, do not let your children read this, or else they will grow up to be drug-dealers. Not just pharmaceutical doctors, I mean illegal drug dealers, like that crazy guy with the dreadlocks, Pablo.

Like I just mentioned above, children must never know anything about sex at any time. I mean, I knew about sex as a kid, and look how I turned out. You don't want this. I don't want this. Let us avoid this. Furthermore, sex is incredibly complicated, and exposing children's simplistic minds to it would cause them to instantaneously perish, because they have the IQ of waffles.

The reason I decided to write about this particular topic is because... wait, I don't have to explain myself to you bitches. Let's just say that this blog is in the midst of it's infancy, so I guess it's a good to take on the taboo subjects early to get them the hell out of the way.

To be honest, I can't imagine why sex is a taboo subject to begin with. I'm almost certain it has to do with religion, what with their vows of celebacy and chastity belts, because supposedly, if one suppresses the human reproductive cycle, they think it makes them stronger spiritually. Actually, what happens is they get all high-and-mighty because they achieved something that is triumphantly accomplished year after year by the Mathletes. With ease.

It's also said that sex sells, so I tried to sell some, and then I was informed that what I was doing was illegal. But in all seriousness, dirt sells. Manure sells. Tofu sells. Twilight sells. But if you say that to anyone who says "Sex sells", they'll get all defensive for no reason, especially if you write them over the internet, but then again, internet people get defensive over everything (maybe because they're not receiving sex?).

When it comes to sex, there are basically two schools of thought:

1. No one should ever have sex, except as a last resort to keep the human race from terminating itself.

2. Everyone should have sex with everything.

Most of the time, these two factions are at each other's throats with knives, and it's becoming increasingly irritating, especially when mindless, propaganda-soaked shills for some political ideology rattle off a chain of mostly-contrived "facts" and childish insults (i.e., "You're wrong and need to shut up, like now", "That's the kind of intelligence I'd expect from someone with the screen name 'ilovespaghetti'", and of course, "I don't know why I bother conversing with someone with an intellect as lowly as yours." because obviously, speaking to someone with a differing viewpoint on an arbitrary subject means you're definitely wayyy too smart to be holding your conversation, and you feel the need to inform all the people who you mistakenly believe to be following your intarweb escapades of justice that you're far too good for the conversation, effectively declaring yourself the winner by default, which is sure to win over so many converts to your oh-so-precious school of thought and GOOD GOD THIS SECTION IN PARENTHESEES IS GETTING RIDICULOUSLY LONG, WHAT THE HELL.) at each other everytime I turn around. Oh sure, I could "just leave", because the path of avoidance is the American Way, and I usually do, except right now I'm "expressing my feelings", so shut up because I don't care about your fucking opinion about sex.

Well, I could drag this post out longer, but instead, I'm gonna go have sex. Bye.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Mecha: A Giant Robot Is Destroying Tokyo



hihi! ^_^

My name is Yuko! ^^

I from Tokyo! ^^

Smiles are happy! ^_^

I like Hello Kitty, Rice and American Movie! ^^

Run! Godzilla! ^____________________^

I no like yelled at. -____-"


bye bye! ^_^





Now, some of you inevitably will be thrown into a frenzy of confusion upon reading this post and wonder what the hell is going on. Maybe you didn't read the title of my blog properly. It doesn't say "The Most Coherent Blog Ever Written". And you think I'm on drugs!? YOU'RE ON DRUGS!

And you were adopted.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

MadTV go Bye-Bye (Oh, tragedy, what hath ye wrought?)

There have been a lot of tragedies in my life that have rendered me speechless. But not this one. I actually find MadTV's cancellation to be mildly humorous in a way, and let me explain why. I enjoy human suffering. Suffer, humans, suffer.

Actually, the real reason is that the show wasn't funny. The Fox network has been behind countless hit shows that have been slightly entertaining, and it's had it's share of god-awful wastes of television space. If I bothered to make a top 10 worst shows I've ever watched, MadTV would be in there, next to the History Channel's "The History of Bridges" and that one cartoon created by David Cross for liberals to masturbate to. Maybe I'm being too harsh on MadTV here, and for that, I apologize.

Wait. Actually, I don't apologize. Suck my dick.

I basically had two problems with MadTV:

- The actors
- The writing

Besides those two things, the show was good. The sets were good. The lighting... it was excellent.

The worst of the actors was undoubtedly Michael MacDonald, whose best impression was a spoiled man-child which resembled a murderous homosexual ghost from a nightmare you'd have after a day of hard drinking. The first time I saw him do it, I said "Oh, a man acting like a child, haha." and that was it. But for some reason beknownst to myself, sketch comedy shows feel the need to recycle annoying characters, placing them in different "situations". For example, let's say I came up with a character called Mel the Cactus. Mel the Cactus likes to swear at children in public and pee in random places. My original skit would have him in a restaurant. Then the writing staff, the next week, would say to me "OH HEY! LET'S DO WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF MEL WENT TO THE MALL!!" and I'd laugh like a clown with a newly-kidnapped child and reply with "OKAY LOL."

THEN REPEAT THIS PROCESS TWENTY-SIX MILLION TIMES. Then Mel becomes significantly less funny, and quick. Trust me, even if you like the idea behind Mel now, if you have any taste at all, you'll hate his fucking guts after seeing him do the same thing every week for 5 years.

Also, have you seen Michael MacDonald's Maury impression? He just puts on glasses and a sweater and does a Gilbert Goetfried voice, and the staff of the show just nods and goes "Close enough for government work."

The only actor on the show I liked was Bobby Lee. Now that MadTV has been destroyed by the flaming templars of fate, he can finally be on a decent show, or fade into obscurity and die by overdosing on oxycontin. One of those. I'm hoping for the former to occur, rather than the drug thing.

Now, the writing on the show was fairly crippling. The jokes were often very cheap gags that focused heavily on mocking celebrities poorly, and dragging the sketch out for several minutes longer than what is humanly acceptable to tolerate before bursting into spontaneous projectile vomiting.

Maybe that's just part of being forced to do an hour-long sketch comedy show every week when your writers spend monday through friday being stoned perpetually to the point of incomprehensibility, then being expecting to pull something together at the last minute. Yes, I understand it's so hard, and yet, still don't give a fuck. It's like a Chrysler vehicle; tons of workers put so much dedication into their factory jobs to create a marvel of modern transportation, and yet, still deliver a product that can only be described as a total shitfest from shit-heaven.


I will now write a MadTV skit.

It would be a rap video, because supposedly, everything is funnier when there is a hip-hop version of it. And let's make it world leaders rapping. Done. The video would feature the Queen of England (who would grind against another world leader), Barack Obama, Kim Jong Il (Played by Bobby Lee), Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, and whoever the hell the president of Mexico is. The Mexican President, of course, would do his part about how his people can't stop coming to America.

Oh, the hilarity. I think my liver just exploded from laughter. Or it exploded simply as a reaction by my body trying to destroy itself in order to end the suffering.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Science Fiction Story (From the Future)

The year: 3,000 a.d.

aw, hell, let's make it the year 4,000

Setting: Humanity now travels between the stars (surprising, I know) and the Earth has been largely abandoned. It is considered to be the 3rd most boring planet in the galaxy, only behind Saxaphone-5 and Planet Amazing. It's a running joke that Planet Amazing is actually amazing, whereas everyone knows this is false, except old people and the mentally ill.

In space, a mighty spaceship roared silently through the black void. At the helm of this vessel, the Captain stared blankly out into the stars. "I wonder," he thought, "what would happen if Selnus-6 fought with mX-99382. There are so many variables involved and..."

Suddenly, the ship was struck by an asteroid. "I should have been paying attention!" the Captain cried out as the warning siren sounded on all the decks. The Captain staggered to his feet and looked around the bridge of the ship, which was littered with the bodies of dead crew members, and random fires. "Great Darwin's Beard..." the Captain muttered in disbelief. A hologram of a woman appeared. "Captain, we've been hit by a large asteroid." she reported.

"NO WAY." The Captain replied sarcastically.

"Yes way."

"How bad is this?"

"According to my calculations, we're all going to die in exactly 78 seconds."

"Computer-woman-hologram-thingy, calculate our odds of survival!"

"Your odds of survival are 0%. 73 seconds."

"Alright, teleport me to the nearest planet."

"The teleportation capacitor was damaged last week when one of your crew members copulated with a robot on it. I attempted to inform you of this, however, my efforts were in vain, as you were engaged in a game of Space Strip Poker, which is similar to regular Strip Poker, but in Space."

"Computer, your incompetence astounds me."

"I apologize, Captain."

Then the power failed on the ship, and all the oxygen was sucked out. The Captain slumped down onto the floor, and wondered why he was able to slump onto the floor if there is no gravity, but it didn't matter because he was dead.

The ship happened to be carrying a very valuable cargo: The Particle Deregulator, an experimental device, that, when activated, would turn all the matter in the universe into anti-matter, and vice-versa. Basically, everything would be destroyed, but the scientists who created it were allowed to finish it because they said "We promise that after we build it, we will not activate it." and were scanned by highly-intelligent robots who calculated there was a 92% chance that the scientists would keep their promise.

After the asteroid-stricken ship was disabled by the asteroid, the entire crew died, and the cargo was picked up Space Pirates. This surprised absolutely no one, because every other person in the galaxy was a Space Pirate. It all started when a very famous robot decided to quit his successful career as a musician to begin raiding the colonies in the Fucktra Sector, and stealing billions of gords worth of eels. By the way, in the future, the only money accepted is gords. The weirder the gord looks, the more it would be worth.

After a 5-nanosecond-long investigation by the Galactic Bureau of Inquiry, it was determined that the crew might have survived if they ship had not been robbed of oxygen. Therefore, the United Glorbist Alliance held a meeting to discuss what should be done. Of course, as every school kid knows, Glorbism was a philosophy founded by Glorb the Gluttonous, who also invented "Smart Food", which simply teleported itself into the eater's stomach, then analyzed the body's needs, and morphed itself into the proper suppliments to fulfill those needs. However, Glorbism, the philosophy, was a system of thinking that is impossible to explain in just a few sentences, but basically, it's just a belief that everyone in the world is actually one person who just runs around really fast to create the illusion that there are a bunch of different people everywhere. Other elements of Glorbism state things like: the universe's size is shrinking while appearing to expand, robots should have equal rights with humans (the rights to get married, vote, etc., all that fun shit), and that aliens exist. The entire galaxy had been searched, but no intelligent alien life had been discovered, which begged the question, "What the fuck? Seriously!" But it was surmised that even though our galaxy had no alien life, that perhaps another galaxy could contain aliens.


Anyhow, the United Glorbist Alliance's high council went into session to discuss what should be done about the recent wreck.

"Thank you for coming today," the President began, adding, "Even though we all know that you would be executed if you were absent."

"Here here!" the councilmembers cheered.

"As you all know, one of our ships, the Hapsburg, was struck by an asteroid, which probably belonged to our enemies. Our enemies are sneaky vermin, and we should be vigilant of their conspiring minds."

"Your Fordship," one of the councilmembers began, "Suppose that it was merely an accident that lead to the disaster?"

"Nonsense. Our mortal enemy, the Orbian Conglomerate was clearly behind the attack."

"What is your proof, my Ford?"

"Simple, very simple. The Orbians hate us. They hate our love for peace, and our protectiveness of life. That is why they must be destroyed."

"I do agree with you, the Orbians are horrible, vomit-eating boars, born from the grey-haired vagina of a Space-Witch, but there seems to be no indication that they had anything to do with this malicious act of Space Terrorism."

"Nevertheless, the people want blood. Plus, we want the Orbians dead, so let's just kill two Troygions with one Xantesh."

"I've never heard that expression."

"It's what all the kids are saying."

Another councilmember stood up and said "No one has used the word 'Xantesh' since the 3980's, your Fordship."

"Ah, nevermind, then." The President said.

So, they all agreed to declare war on the Orbians, a race of people that no one really understood, because they had given up their human bodies to become floating orbs of light. This, of course, meant they couldn't engage in sexual activities, but the Orbians insisted they were perfectly happy and that sex was just a emotional burden slowing down human progress. The humans with bodies, however, were convinced the Orbians were actually, in fact, secretly bitter and vindictive, and feared the Orbians would lash out and attack because of their sheer sexual frustration. Actual studies done by actual robots seemed to confirm these fears.

Still, there were protests against the Glorbian government, which claimed the President was only going to war for the eels.

The Glorbian's Space Navy mobilized one hundred billion dreadnaughts, supercarriers, super-mega-carriers, and of course, super-dreadnaught-death-carriers to destroy every last remnant of the Orbian race. The Orbians became alarmed, and they, in turn, mobilized an equal number of equally powerful ships. The Glorbians' best robots predicted that, in the event of a battle, the Orbians had a 50% chance of victory, which everyone on the Glorbian side believed, was far too high.

Therefore, the Glorbians sent more ships, and the Orbians sent more ships, until there were nine trillion ships total facing each other. Meanwhile, at that moment, in some insanely-forgotten dark corner of the galaxy, a very wise midget realized that the names of the two fighting factions rhymed. Only no one cared.

The Admiral of the Glorbian fleet looked out into space at the Orbian's ships and said to himself "Darwin help us all."

A female officer with an amazing physique and an incredibly-unnecessarily tight spandex uniform walked up to the Admiral and said "We've received the order, Admiral. The President wants us to attack."

"Wait..." the Admiral replied "I don't know if I can do this. I have a confession. I'm still a virgin, and if I die without being sexed upon, then I'm no better than those Orbian fuckers."

"Admiral, sir, grow some testicles this instant and order the attack."

"Alright, I'll do it. FIRE!"


Both fleets fired at each other, and in 2 nanoseconds, trillions of ships were instantly disintegrated on both sides. There was only one ship left, which belonged to the Glorbians, thus making them the winners of the war. Unfortunately, there was a gaping hole in the side of the Glorbian ship, causing all the oxygen to be sucked out, and all the crewmembers died.

The President of the United Glorbian Alliance was shocked. "This cannot be!" he cried, and his second head said "Cheer up lad." because it was very fashionable for important aristocrats and political leaders to have two heads and four arms.

But, because he was a man of action, he decided that the best course of conduct would be to fill the entire universe with oxygen, thus ensuring that no crew would ever run out of air again. So, he founded a program called Let's Fill The Entire Universe With Oxygen by The Year 3012, which was protested by religious groups, because they felt that if God wanted the universe to be filled with oxygen, that He would've made it filled with oxygen to begin with.

There was a problem, though, seeing as how the two most powerful fleets in the galaxy were both destroyed, there was no way for anyone to manage the problem of Space Piracy. Pretty soon, Space Pirates were robbing everyone blind.

The President, while onboard his ship, received a transmission from the Space Pirate Leader.

"It's you!" The President said, startled.

"How are you, Mr. 'President'?" The Space Pirate Leader began, "I regret to inform you that all of your bases now belong to us. Soon, you will be destroyed."

"What did you say?"

"My robots have informed me that you have no chance of survival."

The President's ship was promptly destoryed, (not 'destroyed', but 'destoryed', a term which means that you've been destroyed so hard that you no longer have a story.) and the galaxy slid into a state of anarchy.

Suddenly, the President appeared in a bedroom, which was completely white. Then he got up, and ate a steak at a little dinner table, but accidentally dropped his glass, and it broke. He sighed.

And somewhere, in a distant part of space, a Starbaby was born.

The end.



note: this entire story takes place within the time span of 2 seconds, because everything happens unbelievably fast in the future.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Me Dictating an Angry Letter to a Congressperson

Despite my massive hangover crashing viciously against the insides of my head like a crazed goat, I managed to catch a blog from Southern4life, where I watched a video where a Congressman, Scott Renfroe, R (huge surprise) Colorado, compares being gay to murder, using that great Republican argument that we shouldn't "make sin legal". Well, gee, that makes perfect sense except that this fatass refuses to make gluttony illegal, but choose not to acknowledge that as sin because of his pride, which happens to be another legal sin. And since he wants to follow the book of Leviticus so badly, maybe he shouldn't be eating ham sandwiches.

Consequently, it says in the Bible that a person who breaks even part of the Old Law (from the leviticus region of the Bible) is guilty of breaking ALL of it, so basically, his ham sandwich pretty much makes him a sodomizing animal-fucker.



Therefore, I wrote him this email:

to: scott.renfroe.senate@state.co.us

from: calicolyst@gmail.com


Dear Mr. Renfroe,

I know you're just trying to "do the right thing" and get brownie points with God by banishing homosexuals from being able to wed. I would try to argue with you that you're being an incredible hypocrite, but you're probably not going to return this email, and if you do, it's probably going to be some "You made some good points, but I gotta go with what the Bible teaches", nonsense that totally disregards that Jesus part of the Bible where he tells us that we should all love each other despite being sinners. So, what I'm going to do instead is simply say that your face looks stupid.



Despite the childish overtones this message may convey, the more I think about it, the more his face does look stupid. Anyhow, that's kind of moot, and this actually a small waste of my time, considering that since the fall of Soviet Russia, the Republicans have been trying desperately to find a new enemy to peg all of America's problems on, and unfortunately for gay people, they drew the small straw.

Anyhow, you all reading this should email your congresspeoples and just let them know what a fucked-up job they're doing right now, especially Scott Refroe.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

It's Mardi Gras, where is your daughter/sister?

Hi folks.

The most magical time of year has finally come. It's Mardi Gras today, which is a special time when we all go to New Orleans to get smashed and go streaking. Or am I thinking of Cinco de Mayo? It's one of those, I know.

Now, as a scribe, it is my duty to inform my tribe of the "true meaning" of every holiday, or else something bad will happen, like Russia will take over or some shit. Mardi Gras was started in the future, the year 2102 by time-travelling pranksters who thought it would be funny to alter the fabric of history by filling the Grand Canyon with origami cranes, then just laughing at us while we fumbled around in confusion and dismay. Unfortunately for those assholes, the moment they came out of the time warp, the time machine collides in mid-air with an albatross. One thing lead to another, and Mardi Gras was invented.

Today, the holiday is mainly an excuse to get loaded, and for emotionally vapid girls to flash their boobs in front of cameras that they have no idea belong to the imps of Fox News. It's hard to tell an imp from a human when you're drunk.

Enjoy your celebrating.

Monday, February 23, 2009

I Didn't Watch the Oscars Because I Didn't Really Want To.

The Oscar Awards were held yesterday and I didn't watch them. I plan to spend the next several days avoiding anything that attempts to inform me about who won what. This may prove to be difficult, because I read the news, and the people in the news love Awards Shows, especially when they have nothing to report, leading their coverage to blow a relatively low unemployment rate out of proportion.

Here's what happened at the Oscars (I know because this always happens):

- Some movie everyone liked won a ton of awards.

- Some movie no one expected won some awards.

- Some movie that was expected to win a bunch of awards won less awards than expected.

- Chris Rock was not invited to host.


Well, I hope they enjoy their little gold-colored statues, but I don't think those will be of much value when the Cloverfield Monster attacks and destroys pretty much everything.

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