Monday, August 27, 2007

 

Well at least you're not.... Mike Shinoda




"Good idea Mike. Hand the mic over to someone with skills."

I know. I know. You've been wondering why you haven't seen an installment of "Well at least you're not..." lately. Well I've been busy with classes and other random stuff. And plus, greatness need only shine once in a while for you to appreciate it even more. So here I go... Well at least you're not Mike Shinoda from Linkin Park.

For those of you not familiar with the nu-metal genre, Linkin Park is a mainstream rock band from California. Of course no one should be familiar with the nu-metal genre but for purposes of ammo, I looked up most of this stuff on Wikipedia. Anyway, Mike Shinoda is a singer/rapper in the band. I can't call him the lead singer because most of the tracks are sung by Chester Bennington. He was referred to Linkin Park by Jeff Blue (Vp for Zomba Music, now VP for Warner Bros.) Clearly that indicates label influence but Shinoda likes to think otherwise. Warner Bros signed Linkin Park to a record deal shortly afterwards. But the bullshit starts to smell when Mike Shinoda claims his band, Linkin Park, had no label influence by saying on a track called "Get me Gone" (from his side rap project group called Fort Minor):

But my band had my back
So we did the tracks
Put out the album and the talk went flat
It was funny at first but then the humor faded
When some magazines printed that our label made us
We were to be good to be true

Too good to be true Mike? Really? With lyrics so poor, it is no surprise that Shinoda raps less and less as each new Linkin Park album drops. I wouldn't be surprised if Gaynoda (my new name for him) composed most of his beats off of a Rhyming Dictionary. When I entered the word Mike into the rhymer, these words came back (I picked out the best ones that describe Shinoda):

apelike, childlike, doglike, dyke, snaillike, tyke, psych, ruglike, gnomelike

Gaynoda's Fort Minor released "The Rising Tide" before Linkin Park's "Minutes to Midnight." Songs like "Feel like home" contain such genius lyrics like:

Blowing in my hands like it's really gonna stop the chill
I buy a cup of coffee with a five dollar bill
thinking
Laying in that box people look so still

Now I'll admit that I used to like Linkin Park. They have catchy beats that even I enjoy tapping my feet to but I'm tired of Shinoda's lies and poor MC skills. Linkin Park won't be on my download list in the near future. Mike Shinoda needs to move out of California and not rap about the state's semi-mild breeze. Anyone should be lucky to not have such poor rhyming skills. Accompanying the poor rhyming skills is the delusion that Mike thinks he is great at what he does. Now Mike may have a lot of money but you should also be lucky not to be him because he started a band in which he isn't even close to the lead singer. I would say he gets laid but he is married. Shinoda got married in 2003. He essentially traded all sorts of random ass from 18 year old girls across the globe to marry a children's book author. Although she is cute, I can only imagine the dogs get more ass:




So while you may not have a recording contract, record company, millions of dollars, and fans across the globe, you can at least take solace in the fact you're not spewing shit like this:

I'm not trying to bum anyone out
Not trying to be dramatic
just thinking out loud
I'm just trying to make some sense in my mind
Some defense from the cold that I'm feeling outside and for a minute
Escape with some rhythm and rhyme and
Get away from the grey
Just a bit at a time

Delusion can do wonders.

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Monday, July 30, 2007

 

At least you’re not…. William from my Junk Inbox



We all get junk e-mail. It is as unavoidable as regular junk mail.But with a simple click of a button, we can make it disappear. Although most people hate junk mail, I enjoy checking it on a frequent basis. I don’t let it pile up into the hundreds before I attack the problem; I barely let it reach 10 before I’m furiously clicking.And it is all due to people who are under appreciated like William from my Junk Inbox. As you will see above, William recently left me an amazing message in regards to growing out my penis. Now of course he could have gone the same route as Chasity Burkett, but William wanted to make my penis growing experience as magical as it could be. Although my penis is meant for women, I don’t want to be informed about getting a bigger penis from a woman named Chasity, especially not in the manner of outright claims that
a few inches can make a real difference.
This is a special experience in a guy’s life when he decides its time to enlarge his penis. It says that Corvette and those extra muscles just aren’t cutting it. I know I would want to be swooned into this experience, not forced with facts. Chris H. Collins on the other hand tries flattery to appeal to my penis growing curiosity. He simply says, “You King,” and leaves me to figure out the rest by clicking.>But what Chris doesn’t realize is that clicking is half the dance. Everyone loves a compliment but mystery and intrigue are a lot more appealing. I wonder about William and this “big dick fairy.” Is he the “big dick fairy?” Is the “big dick fairy” a magical creature that will extend my penis to new lengths? Or maybe the “big dick fairy” is an angry homosexual with a large penis that is itching to visit.

Either way, William has to share a box with the rest of these assholes who don’t have a speck of creativity. While people like Amelia make demands out of my time and phone to call “Shaun ASAP”, people like Potter don’t even bother trying anymore with subject lines like “Proposal.” The Reply and Forward that Octavio and Carlo try respectively has been done to death so they don’t even peak my interest. But William, you have gotten me interested in your story. Sure, I may not want to enlarge my penis because I’m frankly happy with my size, but I wonder what works of yours the world was ignoring that drove you to write such amazing subject lines. William is probably dying a slow death because of the creativity that he shares is going unnoticed. William reminds me of Kevin Scott from the Public Service Announcements against drugs.



The only difference is that I’m the only one who hears William and I wish I could tell him, “Don’t give up.” But responding to his message would only resort to more junk email from people who might not be William. So be lucky you’re not William, a pearl in a sea of penis and money laundering emails.

Post by Ryle from OverAdulthood: Humor News Daily!

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Wednesday, July 25, 2007

 

At least you’re not…. Ward Churchill



Ward Churchill is a professor at the University of Colorado who was recently fired because of plagiarism and falsification. That is the University's “official” reason but what CNN failed to mention outright is that Churchill is also an all around douche bag. In a 2002 essay, he compared the victims of the World Trade Center to “little Eichmanns.” Eichmanns is in reference to Adolf Eichmann, the Gestapo officer who was one of the chief architects of the Holocaust – bitching that the people in the World Trade Center were "a technocratic corps at the very heart of America's global financial empire." For those of you who aren’t up to date on fancy university jive (which I’m not either because I don’t speak asshole), “technocratic corps,” broken down means:

Technocratic - pertaining to a theory and movement, prominent about 1932, advocating control of industrial resources, reform of financial institutions, and reorganization of the social system, based on the findings of technologists and engineers

Corps - a military unit of ground combat forces consisting of two or more divisions and other troops.

So essentially he meant to say the workers at the World Trade Center were a military unit who advocated the control of financial institutions at the heart of American’s global financial empire. Odd, to me they looked like people who were trying to earn a fucking living like the rest of us. But do those technocratic corps include the children visiting? Or the service staff? Or the thousands of others who were just at the wrong place at the wrong time? Nope. Does that make Churchill an asshole? Yup.

This jackass looks like Rogue from X-men when she absorbed Magneto’s power. A senior professor with tenure being compared with a 16 yr old girl says something; it might be time to get that long overdue haircut. He looks like a washed up hippy that never got that beat down from a returning soldier he sorely deserved. I could only imagine what Ward was like in his college days. He was probably one of those radical retards who were all about conspiracies. People like him would sit around their dorm room and tell each other theories like ghost stories hoping for gasps or responses like “no way.” And when assholes like Ward attended parties (house parties because you know nobody was inviting his ass out on a Friday night) he would be the guy near the keg hoping someone would want to listen to his asinine hypothesis about the government.

What kind of name is Ward anyway? It reminds of me mental ward, where this nut would probably get a long best in. He could sit there and tell his shitty assumptions to someone who would probably be trying to figure out where the “voices” were coming from.

Don’t confuse me for some guy who is all about the government. I’m sure they have done their fare share of shifty shit but I don’t think going after the victims of 9/11 while saying the hijackers had “courage in their convictions” really does anything for anyone. In fact I have enough courage in my convictions to say that Ward Churchill should be kicked in the sack and then have them promptly removed. Anyone should be lucky they are not this guy.

This has been Ryle from OverAdulthood – sounding off... I see Razzy left me with an amazing intro. Well jealousy has to take its form in one way or another. But you can't blame her when she needs people like me to make her blog somewhat interesting.... oooh snap!

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Meet Ryle

I have invited yet another writer to join the ranks of luminaries currently making occasional contributions to my humble blog. Ryle has a website called Overadulthood.com (that pales in comparison to mine, but props to the kid for trying), but its focus is poking fun at the news. Like me, he got kicked off Google Adsense (although his booting was due to someone overclicking on the ads rather than violation of Google's policy about promoting pornography that was behind my ousting), and wanted a forum to rant. I said, "Dude, my website was made for ranting," and welcomed his ass into the fold.

Anyway, hopefully he'll write something entertaining and you can all leave him comments. If you want to hate on him, here's some ammo: he lives with his mom's basement in Queens, he has braces, he's barely legal, and he once told me that sex with him plays out like the pivotal scene between Louis and Betty from Revenge of the Nerds. Oh, yeah, and he sells vacuum cleaners. Bombs away, people.

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