There Should’ve Been Only One! (A Movie Review)

           So, guys, this is my first movie review, so I’m kind of feeling it out.  You can offer constructive criticism in the comment section. 

But enough of that noise.  It’s time for the review.  As befitting of a film review premiere, we will look at the Director’s Cut of Highlander. 

 

The Crunchy Bits:

Movie: Highlander

Year: 1986

Leads: Christopher Lambert, Sean Connery, Roxanne Hart & Clancy Brown

Music: Michael Kamen & motherfuckin’ Queen!

 

Synopsis:

Christopher Lambert plays Christopher Lambert who is an Immortal named Connor MacLeod.  This race of Immortals has existed since the dawn of time and has always lived amongst us.  All Immortals play an eternal game called (sigh) The Game (not Triple H), killing one another until there is only one left and then they win The Prize. 

 

Thoroughly confused?  Good.

 

Review:

After an opening monologue by Sean Connery that was recorded in a bathroom (I am so not kidding), we open on a wrestling match in Madison Square Garden.  We see Christopher Lambe…ahem…I mean Connor MacLeod watching some 1980s wrestlers that I don’t know, even though I imdb’ed it.  They are that forgettable.  Connor is looking pissed off for some reason.  Why is he sullen?  Why did he pay around $200 for tickets to a Madison Square Garden wrestling match only to walk out on the opening match?  Why the pouty-face?  How much does an antique dealer in 1986 make?  These are all good questions and we receive no answers.  Get used to that. 

Connor walks out into an open air food market that looks like a MSG parking garage (also, not kidding) to, presumably find his car and leave because he has way too much damn money. 

From behind him someone appears and challenges him.  Here is a transcription of my thoughts when I saw him, “Oh-ho-ho-ho-ha-ha-ha!  Wow!  Really?  This accountant is an expert fencer?”

By the way, he is not an expert fencer.  He is terrible.  His opening move is to throw his coat at Connor while making a quacking sound.  Maybe it’s a French war cry, I don’t know.  This move would only be effective against days old puppies.  Or a turtle.  Ducks would just be baffled by it.  Kind of like my sister’s cat when I use my cat soundboard on my phone.  I’m off track…

This Immortal is clearly an idiot and is only still alive because everybody else feels sorry for him.  He flails around in what is the worst sword fighting scene I have ever, ev-er, EVAR watched, and I watched a porno with a pirate theme.  They had better choreographed sword fights (with actual swords, not penises).  Somehow, he manages to disarm Connor and knocks his sword under a car.  While the idiot backflips away to hide, even though Connor is unarmed, Connor, being less of an idiot uses a lead pipe (a recurring motif) to bash the idiot and use the time to retrieve his sword.  Around this time we see a close up of the idiot’s face and he is clearly scared shitless.  Also, and I forgot to mention this, this guy has a rapier.  That is a stabby-type sword, not a choppy-type sword.  The only way to kill an Immortal is to chop of their head.  This dipshit clearly, CLEARLY, doesn’t understand sword physics.  He fights like a 9 year old with a plastic lightsaber.  I took a semester of fencing in college, and I can say, without fear of hyperbole, that I could beat this supposed “Immortal fencer” 8 out of 10 times.  10 out of 10 if I was sober.  You would have to be a quadriplegic retard to lose to him. 

So, Connor takes his head and we see our first Quickening scene, and it’s pretty underwhelming.  Stuff explodes, but people are going to be pissed when they find out their cars were destroyed for some existential game played by superhumans.  At least, I would.  Dicks.

We are treated to our first flashback.  We see Connor in Scotland riding to battle.  As far as the huge battle, it is pretty standard fare.  Also, the flashbacks are unobtrusive.  In this we see a dark knight named the Kurgan “kill” Connor.

Scene shift back to 1986.  Connor speeds away only to be arrested by cops right outside the parking garage.  Connor is probably glad he hid his katana in an overhead grate before trying to run. 

In the interrogation room, Connor denies everything, and then the asshole cop denies every sensible reaction that comes to mind.  I will just type what he says, “You a faggot, Nash?”

Oh, yeah, Connor is using the pseudonym Russell Edwin Nash.

But back to the scene, seriously.  That is totally uncalled for!  You can’t just start questioning someone’s sexuality.  You don’t just make that supposition.  Connor replies with an even headed, “You’re sick,” and then the asshole cop punches Connor. 

After that unpleasentness, we are treated to a Queen micro-video. 

Then we are introduced to The Kurgan, or Victor Kreuger.  We also get a Pulp Fiction-style training sequence.  In all reality, it is not a bad scene.  We get a look at Kurgan’s high-tech (for 1986) broadsword.  It’s actually pretty cool looking. 

Connor goes back to the parking garage to fetch his katana.  He sees Brenda in the same parking garage.  She is using a metal detector to find a sliver of a sword in a pillar.  Ok, that doesn’t work, for at least two reasons.

1: Connor’s sword is a folded Masamune katana.  If Connor’s katana is as strong as Ramirez said it was, how would a piece of it break off in a concrete pillar?

2: A metal detector would not find a sliver of a historic, one-of-a-kind sword in a parking concrete pillar.  Why?  There’s a bunch or metal in the pillar.  Rebar, iron, steel or whatever, I’m not in construction, would set off the metal detector. 

But, somehow Brenda finds a piece of Connor’s sword.  Connor tries to sneak away but kicks a soda can and alerts Brenda to the fact that he was there. 

Next, Brenda goes to a bar to drink away her frustrations.  She gets a tall glass of beer, gin, something and drinks most of it.  Connor comes in, in a weird creeper way.  He orders a drink on the rocks.  My version doesn’t have subtitles, so I don’t know what it is, but according to imdb.com, it is supposed to be drunk at room temperature.  At this time we also get a song from Freddie Mercury singing a sad song about something, again, no subtitles.  I suspect that this is Queen’s attempt at country music. 

Brenda and Connor have a heated conversation at just above a whisper and Conner leaves.  Brenda goes all creeper on Connor for a change.  Connor channels his inner mugger and when Brenda walks by an alleyway and he pulls her in.  We get a 3 second scene before Kurgan attacks Connor.  Nice pacing, bro. 

Now we get our second big sword fight scene. 

By this time, Connor has his sweet-ass sword back, but for some reason, HE DOESN’T USE IT!  Why?  You have a 7 foot tall berserker swinging a broadsword at you, LITERALLY TRYING TO CUT OFF YOUR HEAD!  Defend yourself!  Seriously!  This is not that foppish idiot from the parking garage.  Brenda throws Connor a lead pipe, proving that she wants him to live more than he does.  Somehow, Connor manages to disarm Kurgan and tunes him up with the pipe until Kurgan realizes that he is being beaten up by an idiot.  Kurgan takes the pipe from Connor and beats him: Medium Style.  The only thing that saves Connor is a police helicopter.  He leaves with a parting shot, “Another time, Highlander,” and beats feet. 

We get a second flashback to the events right after the events of the battle and Connor’s “death”.  Everyone is super freaked that Connor “died” but lived.  Now I’m not a history major, but I do know some history.  Now, as I recall, most of the Scottish folk were like, super Catholic.  So, this flashback scene kinda baffles me.  I don’t think the folk in Clan MacLeod would jump straight to devilry.  I would think that they would think it was more of a miracle than demonic.  His wife is the one who is antagonizing everyone too.  That’s a bit bizarre to me too, considering how devoted Connor is as a husband.  He gets kicked out of his clan and wanders for an unspecified amount of time. 

We now get to see where Connor lives.  He lives above an antique shop.  This admittedly makes sense for an Immortal. 

We don’t get to spend much time here because we have another flashback to get to.  Five years later Connor finds a tower, a wife and a relatively normal life.  Connor and Heather go on a picnic and about to get to bangin’, when who should show up but Sean Connery dressed in drag doing his best Spanish accent (read: none).  This colorful Egyptian-Spanish-Japanese-Scottish cockblocker is named Ramirez.  Seriously, Ramirez makes it his mission to break up Connor and Heather.  After a bit, Connor gets struck by lightning…for no discernible reason. 

We shift back to 1986.  Brenda goes into the police officer’s and looks at the confidential forensics file and finds…Russell Nash’s mugshots.  Remember: Russell Nash is Connor MacLeod. 

We get to watch a scene of Connor sharpening his sword which is what I can only assume is what Immortals do instead of masturbate since they can’t have kids. 

In the fourth flashback which is essentially a training montage and also the longest flashback, we see Ramirez and Connor fight like an old married couple.  That is until Ramirez rocks the boat they’re in until Connor falls in the lake…err…loch…whatever.  Connor finds out he can’t drown, so the opposite of Bruce Willis in Unbreakable.  Connor asks Ramirez where Immortals come from and Ramirez gives Connor a big, long-winded, existential speech but at the same time doesn’t say anything.  Some mentor.  Ramirez does, however, teach Connor sword-fighting and does impart him with some advice, while the camera crew imparts us with sweeping landscape shots which are scenic. 

In the next shot, Ramirez, Connor and Heather are at some open air market/fair/festival; it’s not clearly explained.  What is clearly explained, by Ramirez, is that while Ramirez and Connor are Immortal, Heather isn’t.  Ramirez even offers Connor his one-of-a-kind Masamune katana if he leaves Heather, to spare Connor the pain.  Connor hands the sword back to Ramirez and tells him to, essentially, fuck off.

Later that night, while Connor is…away, Heather and Ramirez share some wine while Ramirez regales Heather with his stories.  Ramirez feels the Buzz (their term, not mine) and tells Heather to hide.  Then Kurgan busts through the door and is so infuriated that he immediately attacks the furniture.  In one strike he cleaves the table in two.  Ramirez draws his katana and is determined to avenge the fallen dinner table.  Ramirez cuts Kurgan’s neck and we see where he got his nifty neck scar.  Oh, yeah, Heather screams a bunch.  There is a very hokey battle that is still, nonetheless, entertaining and in the end, Ramirez loses his head…literally. 

Now we’re back in “modern” times.  Rachel, Connor’s confidante and receptionist(?) talks to him about what is going on later that night.  Evidently, Connor made a date with Brenda.  I’m just as confused as you are. 

Don’t worry, we have another flashback.  This one is during World War II and shows how Connor rescues Rachel during a German raid on an English or French town.  It’s a short scene, but it’s important because Connor kills a Nazi.  It’s pretty satisfying. 

So, Connor goes to Rachel’s apartment, and she seems awfully paranoid.  She hides a .38 snub-nose and a tape recorder in the main room of her apartment.  Keep in mind; this is 20 years before Antoine Dodson.  Something happens and there’s a disagreements between Connor and Brenda.  Again it’s just above a whisper and my copy doesn’t have subtitles.  At any rate, Connor leaves. 

We see a passing of seasons with Connor and Heather while Queen plays “Who Wants to Live Forever.”  In this flashback we see Heather getting older as Connor stays the same age until Heather ultimately dies.  It is a genuinely moving scene and it is accentuated by Queen’s music.  When you see Beatie Edney come up the hill with grey hair instead of red, your mind is like, “Oh shit.  I know where this is going.”  But you are still not prepared.  It is so sad and Queen’s music swells just as it gets to the saddest part.  Connor stays with Heather right up until her last breath.  Connor marks her grave with the Clan MacLeod sword and takes Ramirez’ katana and wanders the world. 

Back in 1986, Connor meets with Kastagir on a bridge.  They have a night on the town, but the scene was actually cut, for time I assume, although, since we will sit through a 3 hour Peter Jackson movie it could be reinserted.  Kastagir jokes about the last time Connor had a wild night out and we hop in the Way-Back Machine to 1783 and it is a very funny scene of Connor dueling a pompous, yet honorable ass named Bassett.  Connor, absolutely shit-faced drunk gets repeatedly stabbed by our rather foppish antagonist.  And, in true comedic fashion, he repeatedly gets back up.  It ends when Bassett’s minion begs Bassett to shoot Connor as he staggers away.  Bassett says no and wrestles the gun away from his crony and shoots the crony in the ass as he tries to run away (effeminately).

Kurgan leaves his flophouse and go out into the night to find Kasagir.  We happen upon a gun-nut in a Pontiac.  This guy looks like everything the Reagan Era loved.  Remember, Operations Desert Storm & Desert Shield were still 5 years away.  So we had to do something to release all that pent-up aggression, so…vigilantism…because that’s a responsible course of action.  Yay!  But, in this scene we have Kastagir and Kurgan fighting and Kurgan decapitates Kastagir.  The gun-nut blows his load at finally being able to do something and unloads a clip into Kurgan.  Kurgan doesn’t take a liking to our 80s era vigilante and skewers the gun-nut and tosses him aside as the rest of the pimps and hookers witness the Quickening.  Kurgan then takes off in a stolen car with a little old lady in the passenger seat. 

The cops question the gun-nut in the hospital and he tells them the “Headhunter Killer” that he saw is not Connor.  He also tells them about the Quickening he witnessed.  I’m impressed that Kurgan obliged the gun-nut to miss all of his vital organs and even though he stabbed his straight through, he missed the gun-nut’s spine.  Kurgan may not look like it, but he’s very courteous. 

Brenda does some investigative work and finds Russell Edwin Nash’s birth certificate.  She talks to a doctor (in an egregious breach of doctor-patient confidentiality) and a hand writing analyst and finds out that Nash is Connor and that he’s been around for a couple hundred. 

At the same time (presumably) Connor is in a church lighting a candle for Heather on her birthday as he promised her on her deathbed.  Kurgan comes in, extinguishes the prayer candles and antagonizes Connor to the point where he almost breaks the Holy Ground rule. 

Brenda arrives at Connor’s antique shop and after finding out that she knows something, Connor tells her everything.  Brenda witnesses his immortality first-hand and then over a string version of “Who Wants to Live Forever,” Connor and Brenda bone each other.  Classy, 1986, classy.  I knew about a “petite morte” but not the “big fuckin’ morte.”  Well, played.

Kurgan kidnaps Brenda the next day and uses her as leverage to force Connor to fight him.  In the next scene, Clancy Brown is having so much fun being the bad guy that Brenda faints, from what can only be too many simultaneous heart attacks.  But at least Kurgan left a tape for Connor.  Like I said he’s courteous. 

Connor goes to save Brenda but is ambushed by Kurgan.  They fight on top of the Silvercup Studios catwalk until they knock over a water tower and are fighting in waist deep water on the roof.  Kurgan decides he’s had enough shit and cuts the wires holding the sign up and it falls over dangling Brenda over the edge.  Fortunately, she climbs up right in time to be in the way.  Connor and Kurgan both tumble through a skylight and fall what looks to be at least 50 feet with no ill effects while Brenda opts to use her brain and the door on the ground level.  Connor and Kurgan continue their duel on an empty sound stage.  Kurgan disarms Connor and is ready to win when Brenda dents his brainpan with a metal pipe.  Kurgan knocks the recurring motif away from Brenda and he is ready to split her groin to gullet when Connor blocks the blade and smirks, “What took you so long?”

Now we get to see that Connor is in fact an adept swordsman.  Fun Fact: the sparks from the swords clashing were from a car battery with the positive side and the negative side hooked up to opposite swords. 

Anyway, Connor takes Kurgan’s head and ostensibly wins the Prize.  Connor has the Final Quickening saying, “I know everything!  I AM EVERYTHING!”

Connor now knows the thoughts of everyone on Earth and can now have children and grow old.  Connor presumably marries Brenda and they live out their lives in Scotland.

 

Final thoughts: If you can get past some of the hokey-ness of the 80s setting then it’s good.  I enjoyed it and it is definitely worth a watch, even if it’s on Netflix or a Red Box rental. 

 

Best: Scriptwriting.  Yes, the songs are awesome but what stands out to me is the writing.  There are genuinely funny and sad moments.  There have been a lot of movies I watch where there’s a sad scene and I am unmoved by it or a funny scene falls flat.  When I first saw Heather come up the hill with that grey hair, I knew what was coming and I was still sad. 

 

Worst:  Sequels.  With the exception of Highlander: The Series and Highlander: Endgame, The other sequels should be ignored.  True, Endgame has some major…MAJOR flaws, but overall it is decent.  And besides, that’s a review for another time. 

 

Let me know what you think in the comments.

Why I Am Truly Scared Of Teabaggers

So, an interesting thought occurred to me a short while ago.  I think that you as my loyal Fanz should know about it as well.  But first, a disclaimer: I fucking love Firefly.  I do, and I also like just about anything done by Joss Whedon.  So, imagine my surprise when this video popped up. 

When I first saw it on The Maddow Blog a few months back, I clicked on it because I was intrigued to why Joss Whedon would support Romney.  I know now it's satire, but I didn't back then, that is until I watched the video. 

A few days ago I was thinking about that video and it got me thinking.  What other things are Conservatives for that can lead to terrible, bad, icky outcomes?  Then it hit me like an Exterminatus:


"Sup, fuckers?  Remember me from that post no one read?"

That's right: the Conservative Right supports the Alien Rape Apocalypse! 

"But, Holtzy, I saw Aliens.  It was about bad-ass Colonial Marines kicking alien ass and not even taking names, just wholesale ass-whoopage."

First of all, fictitious reader, who, actually increases my audience by 33%, Aliens was the ass-bustingly awesome sequel to Alien. 

So, quick recap: Space-faring salvage crew of the Nostromo comes across a derelict vessel.  Inside they find weird eggs.  One of the crew members gets face-raped by a vagina with legs. 

Remember this image next time you have sex.

A while later, a penis-monster busts through the pregnant guy's chest (incidentally, the black crew member doesn't die first, a landmark in cinema history).  Said penis-monster grows into an alien, who while vicious has a dong-shaped head.  Then the wiener-head goes on a rampage that ends with 1979 Sigouney Weaver fucking its life up by shooting it into space.  So, there ya' go.  You're all up to speed now. 

Now, I know you think I made up all of that imagery with the dicks and such.  I'm just working with what they gave me.  According to Dan O'Bannon, screenwriter of Alien and alleged hater of nookie, he wrote his rape script after Dark Star tanked and went tits-up.  Cracked already did an article on the imagery. 

Still with me?  Good.  We're not out of the rape-woods yet. 

Remember back in November when that little election thing happened?



"...Then I'll poke you in the eye."
"Mr. President, Your response?"
"I will pimp-slap you, Mr. Romney."

Remember when they were talking about "personhood" and "reproductive rights"?  Remember when Richard Mourdock, Todd Akin and other fool said that women need to take a pregancy to term?  Even in cases of rape? 


Oh...my...God...

Do you see where this is going?  Teabaggers are secretly, Alien sympathizers.  The Alien Queen must've used her telepathic abilities on the Right to soften America up for the Alien invasion.  This revelation is earth-shattering.  Please spread this warning to all your friends and loved ones. 

As with all my posts, let me know what you think in the comments below, love it or hate it.  Also, tell your friends about my blog too.

Using Stuff I Learned in College (Heaven is on Mars)

Whew!  So I know it's been a good country minute since I've been on here.  I also know you Fanz of the Lulziez are chomping at the bit for a new blog post from me.  I aim to misbehave please.  Due to a few things like work, meetings, and a myriad of other things I've been unable to post, but I've back and let's kick this off!

Yeah, I put off a blog post to finish this game.  Spoiler: Not worth it

So, without further ado: Heaven is on Mars. 

We're going to use some logic statements to help prove my hypothesis.  You know, the whole "If A and B then C" thing.  We'll take each of them one at a time and then summarize them at the end.  It's almost like I'm a real debater.  One might say...a Master Debater.

First, though, some information I need to let you guys know about.  Starkids is a theatre group from the University of Michigan.  They have done such live-action plays as A Very Potter Musical, A Very Potter Sequel and Me & My Dick.  So, ya' know, a classy bunch.  Here's their website.  They're awesome and I suggest you visit their youtube channel and watch their plays. 


A random blog is pimping our stuff!  Tallyhawk...I mean Rumbleroar!

 So, enough free advertising.  In one of their plays, Draco Malfoy (played by Lauren Lopez) mocks Harry by saying that he's going to transfer to Pigfarts, a better Wizarding Institute than Hogwarts that's on Mars. 



Lauren Lopez as Draco Malfoy

 Draco then goes on to talk about the professors at Pigfarts.  There's Professor McGonagill (a fish) and Headmaster Rumbleroar ("He's a lion...who can talk").

This was Rumbleroar's 2nd grade photo.

So the givens: Pigfarts is on Mars and Headmaster Rumbleroar is a lion...who can talk.

Next, Narnia is ruled  by Aslan.  Aslan, for those people who haven't seen the films or the millions of parodies out there (all 8 of you), is a lion...who can talk.

So, If Rumbleroar is a talking lion and Aslan is a talking lion then Aslan is Rumbleroar. 

Also, If Narnia is Heaven and it's ruled by Rumbleroar then Narnia is on Mars.

And, If Narnia is on Mars and Pigfarts is on Mars then we all get to be wizards in Heaven.

So, in summary, Heaven is on Mars.  But I'm not quite done yet.

Corollary: You can get to Heaven by climbing inside of a closet. 

Second Corollary: If Heaven is on Mars and Rumbleroar rules Heaven then Rumbleroar is God.


"Gaze upon my adorableness."

As always, if you liked this, let me know and tell your friends.  If you didn't like it, let me know (constructive criticism please) and tell your friends who might like this.

Fantasy Fight Club and a (Potential) Contest

     So, a few days ago my MP3 player died at work. 


More true than I'd like to admit


     Okay, so that's important enough to warrant a blog post.  What does is the outgrowth of what I did to stave off the eventual meltdown.  I started talking to myself in the voice of the Deadliest Warrior narrator and pairing up characters from video games, war games, comic books, novels and the like.  The first such match-up was Sephiroth vs. Coleman Stryker. 

     I didn't delve into the match-ups at all, but I did formulate an idea that might generate some interest.  So here it goes: Chosen by you guys (the audience), two combatants will face off in cyberspace (my blog).  I will do my best to remain objective and I will promise to do research to compare the two fighters to the best of my ability.  Also, if there are multiple incarnations of the character, I will need to know which one you are referring to (there are a bazillion versions of Dracula for instance). 

     Now, to the contest part.  If there is enough interest and traffic and comments below, I will draw a picture of the winner beating the loser or something.  Now I'm not an artist, but I like drawing.  Then, through some means I have yet to devise, I will choose a winner and mail you a print of the picture I draw. 



Likely method of choosing a winner

      Sound good?  Then get into that comment box and give me some ideas/feedback/thoughts.  Also, if you're interested, let your friends know about this Fantasy Fight Club.  As always, let me know what you think in the comments below.

The Ballad of Forklift Katie

     For those of you who don't know (or care), I work in a mail processing warehouse.  It is a horrid job, but leaves you mentally unengaged, which to people with a blog in need of a post, can be an unexpected benefit.  For people who have never worked in an unskilled labor job (assholes), there are a lot of chances to die by smooshing (think Giles Corey).  Usually this is courtesy of mission handling equipment drivers.  Rarely is it intentional.  Deaf Steve, Sherman, Navy Rhim and Snazzy Hat Guy are all drivers who adhere to the safety precautions set forth by OSHA and the plant manager.  There is one legendary forklift driver who won't even trouble herself with the petty safety restrictions of mortals: Forklift Katie.


"Better luck next time, cockbag."

      Allow me to introduce Forklift Katie in the following way: she is clinically deranged.  She exists in a whole different dimension of batshit lunacy than ours.  On occassion, this dimension will overlay ours and create disturbing and baffling interactions. 

This is the craziest picture I own, and it is still saner than Forklift Katie

     That said, Forklift Katie performs a serious role for the United States Post Office.  She is the post office's homely grim reaper. 

     She zooms around the warehouse on her cthonic forklift which, unlike other forklifts in the warehouse are powered by electricity, is powered by some eldritch sorcery.  The backup alarm is the tortured screams of a thousand rapists and child molestors who are begging for the sweet alternative of hell which seems like paradise to them after serving Forklift Katie.  The warning light is the soul af a kitten being lit on fire.  The tines were built out of the femurs of liars and the tires are covered in the skin of adulterers.  The lugnuts are the testicles of those guys on To Catch A Predator and people who cheer for the New England Patriots.  The levers are the spines of hookers and the pedals are the shells of pet turtles.  The only positive trait is that the engine, which sounds like a million unbaptized babies being doused in tabasco sauce, alerts you that it is approaching with its demonic pilot, who is probably carrying a crate of mail going to Fort Wayne. 

Pictured above: The only frame of reference available

    Her impatience is the stuff of legends, but not the good kind like Michael Jordan and Godzilla, more like New Coke and Atari 5600.  Whatever you do, do not, I repeat, DO NOT allow her to engage you in conversation!  It's not that her voice sounds like a mastodon raping pikachu, it is that her thought process is so alien that she might as well be imprisoned in R'lyeh.  Her reasoning is as bizarre as why daleks have a plunger in their arsenal.

I know the internet has a picture of what I described, but I refuse to type that phrase into Google



Pictured above: Forklift Katie's thought process

     This concludes my Ballad of Forklift Katie.  Let me know what you guys think in the comments below.  If you liked this, share it.  Actually, even if you hated it share it, one of your friends might like it.

Rough Rider

     So, guys, I know I've been silent for a long time.  The fact is, I don't get paid to write this blog so I have to do it when time permits, and it hasn't recently. 
     With that unpleasantness out of the way, I have a huge announcement: The web comic that I have had in the works since I started this blog is going to happen. 
     Quick recap: Teddy Roosevelt holds Death hostage and demands it take him to heaven where he is given power armor and an assault rifle so he can go into hell and re-kill bad guys.  It ends with an epic showdown that I won't spoil, but it segues into a second season.  I have character concepts figured out for most of the characters. 
     Think of it like Marvel Ultimate Team-Ups where Spider-Man was a central main character and every issue he had a new partner.  It's kinda like that, but Teddy Roosevelt will be the constant and each other character will have a story arc and after that a new partner will come in.

Early Praise for Rough Rider

"Are you high?" -Chris Holtz (Brother)

"You're going to fuck up a lot for people." -J.R. (Co-worker)

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" -Spring Cruz (Former Co-worker)

"That sounds interesting." -Customer I told when I was working cash register at Barnes & Noble

"Awesome, but why are down-playing what really happened?" -Teddy Roosevelt (Presumably)

     Let me know what you guys think in the comments below.

Aliens vs. Aliens

     Ok, so this is the third times I've started this post and I have resolved to finish it this time.  Unfortunately, real life has gotten in the way of me finishing this. 

Pictured above: Real Life



     We'll do a side by side comparison since we only have two combatants.  There will probably some conjecture in some areas because some areas aren't covered in their respective canons.

Who: Aliens (from Aliens franchise) vs. Aliens (from Chicken Little)

     The aliens from Aliens are intersteller parasites with a hive mind and an instinctual urge to propagate.  By impregnating hosts with Facehuggers, they merge their DNA with ours and create hybridized aliens phenotypes: Warrior, Runner, PredAlien, etc. 



"What's your sign?  Forget it.  Can I just impregnate you?"

     The aliens from Chicken Little are like your family on a road trip to Mosquito Lake or whatever, but apparently they have mastered interstellar travel, but the production and harvesting of acorns escapes them.  When one of their young aliens is left behind, they commence to being pants-shittingly terrifying until he is returned to them, and then they still want to raze the planet (the only one with acorns on it apparently) after he is returned until the lost alien tells them that he was saved by some Pixar Earthlings. 

He's sickeningly cute.

Physiology:  

     The Aliens' physiology depends on what creature they impregnate, but they are all horrifying.  Acid blood, a mouth inside a mouth, wicked claws, a spear-like tail.  They possess an insect-like low cunning and also have reasoning skills that sometimes are based on trial and error.  At no time are these aliens not scary.

     The fuzzballs have 3 eyes and 3 legs.  Their bodies are composed of fur and apparently nothing else.  They have a mouth and can talk and apparently at least bilingual.  Their mobility seems to pale in comparison the the Aliens' ability to walk climb like Spider-Man.  Oh, yeah, they can spin their eyes in like a circle.  Kinda like a roving mauler, I guess. 

Technology:

     The Aliens have no technology at all.  They are kind of like that creeper drifter you picked up on your way to Ft. Launderdale.  They just go where the guys who picked them up are going. 

     The fuzzball aliens have walkers that look like mech versions of themselves or more accurately, Pixar versions of the walkers from War of the Worlds.  But, unlike the walkers from War of the Worlds, these walkers can turn the tips of the legs into blades and FLY with them. 

     You know what?  This comparison is really over.  The aliens from Chicken Little win.  They have FLYING BUZZSAWS!  By the time the acid eats through the buzzsaws, they have committed genocide of the highest magnitude.  I can only assume they have perfected laser technology too and will call in orbital strikes when they realize that they are mixing it up with those drooly aliens.

"Aaawwww Yeeeah!  Fuck those guys!"

     The aliens from Aliens main ability is to turn your own guys against you by turning them into Warriors.  If the aliens impregnate a fuzzball they get an hybrid that looks like the bad gremlins in Gremlins.  Put on your frogstompers and it's history. 



Still scary I guess.  Hard to be scared of something a brick can take care of though.

Winner:  Aliens from Chicken Little

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