This Picture Makes Me Think

Posted in This Picture Makes Me Think... on August 12, 2009 by Max

This weeks picture makes me think


1. “You said I hold her like this daddy?”

2. This is what happens when you let Ron Jeremy baby sit your kids…

3. Eighteen years after this picture was taken we found out that Lil’ Bobby is still inseparable from his favorite action figure – “Suck You Off Debbie”…

4. Hey it could have been worse… He could have been using his mothers vibrator as a pacifier!

5. When Jeff realized that he had run out of plush teddy bears to award the winners at the county fair, he had to think fast…


Comic-Con 2009 – Cosplay + Avatar = SWAG-TASTIC!

Posted in Interesting Events with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 30, 2009 by Diggems

I just got back from comic-con and my inner nerd is exhausted. It was a great 4 day trip filled with movies, toys, video games, costumes, and of course, comics. This was the first comic-con that I’ve ever attended so I was pretty excited. I’m sure I could write 10 page blog on just the details of everything I’ve seen. Instead I’m going to give a quick synopsis on the key things I went through or saw.

The people
I’ve been to a lot of conventions before. My job sometimes requires me to attend all types of gatherings. Never before have I seen one of this magnitude. The estimated attendance was over 150,000 . Luckily I bought the 4 day pass which allowed me an addition preview night before the rest of horde arrived.

I walked the exhibition hall, well as far as I could in that given time, and took notes on all the venues I wanted to see once everything was in full swing. It turned out to be a great idea because the next day would turn out to be maddening.

The costumes
This had to be one of my favorite parts. Some of the ideas that these people came up with we’re incredible. Practically all of the costumes were hand made, which only made them that much more impressive. Every character from fantasy, sci-fi, video game and comic book lore was duly represented.IMG_0867
Not all the costumes we’re fantastic. There were a few costume-wearers that should have hung their head in shame. I honestly think that there’s should be ground rules to the dress up game. Certain limits must be observed in order for the viewing masses to avoid uncontrollable laughter or induced vomiting. Among these restrictions  age and weight should absolutely be limited. For example… I saw a 70 year old woman dressed as Wonder Woman. I’m sure some of you may think that it’s cute, but let me assure you, there’s nothing sexy about  a geriatric woman showing off her varicose veins in a pair of blue star spangled boy shorts. . . NOTHING!!!

The Panels
Without a doubt my favorite part of the whole convention was getting the chance to see the people who churn out the content to make this whole thing happen. Authors, directors, writers, game designers and celebrities all sat down and gave their opinion about the state of the industry, what they we’re promoting, and a myriad of other topics that quenched our inner geeks. It was fantastic!

I attended as many as I could but due to the long lines I missed a staggering amount of incredible panels. The ones I did attend included Peter Jackson, James Cameron, Kevin Smith, the cast of AVATAR, District 9, Legion and Star Wars Clone Wars. I also listened to the creators of video games such as Halo, Splinter Cell, Left 4 Dead, Mass Effect, Resident Evil and a shit ton more! As a fellow enthusiast of the movie/blog industry it was enlightening listening to all of these people who all had the same thing in common; a sincere love of what they did and the courage to chase their dreams. Don’t get me wrong many of them had an exceptional talent in their particular craft, but the vast majority we’re regular people who just practiced and perfected their passion. That’s it.

I left every panel with a sense of determination. The panels alone we’re worth the price of admission and long lines. If you ever go to “The Con”, do yourself a favor and listen in on some of the discussions. You’ll leave with a keener sense of focus.

Schwaaaaag (free shit)
They give away so much shit at Comic-Con that people walk around with these huge over-the-shoulder bags that stand around 3 feet tall. ( I am not exaggerating). These bags are everywhere. Little kids, old people, even the handicap are dragging around these huge bags.

Personally I thought they looked really stupid slung over people’s sides like special ed purses; however, around the middle of day one I looked at them completely different. I didn’t get one, but I thought really long and hard about it. Shirts, pens, games, buttons, CD’s, DVD’s, you name it they were given away. By the end of  day 4 I’m sure people had enough schwag to re-sell and start their own business.

If you’re a movie nut like me, this was an added plus to the whole ordeal. The convention center had geek inspired movies, tv shows, and cartoons running all day everyday. This may not sound like much, but something can be said about a movie going experience with people who love the film as much as you do. There’s an energy in the room that makes the participation almost electric. It’s like watching your favorite movie with 500 of your closest friends. Not only that, it gives you a chance to see old movies, and tv shows on the big screen.

Without getting too long winded I honestly say that I absolutely enjoyed the entire event. It wasn’t perfect by any means. There we’re long lines, inflated prices and a shortage of space that really needs to be dealt with. As far as content is concerned it was visual overload. I will certainly be at next years event, this time as a seasoned veteran. Hell I might even dress up and make the transformation into a compete spaz complete.

The convention is not for everyone. I strongly recommend that the die hard fans go. If you’re just a casual dork who slums it with an occasional episode of “Lost” every now and then I guarantee that it will probably not be for you. In order to understand the madness, you have to be a little mad yourself. Believe me, the rabbit hole gets deep on this one.

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Stuff From Comic-Con – Barak The Superhero?

Posted in Stuff with tags , , , on July 23, 2009 by Max

There are many people that consider Barak Obama the second coming of Superman… or would that be the first coming?!? Whatever, check out some real quick footage from Comic-Con that proves that the 44th President is indeed a superhero… or something…


The Live-In Part 2

Posted in Real Talk with tags , , , , , , , , on July 23, 2009 by Diggems

Welcome to part 2 of living with your lady. I’m sure the women are already storming the gates and deploying specialized assassins to bring my head back on a pike. It wouldn’t be the first time. It’s ok ladies I’m just looking out for my fellow “brothers in arms”. Sit back and enjoy part 2…

Fun Police
Now that you’re all moved in and spending quality time, the next new awaking is the introduction to the fun police. From this point forth all fun has to be accountable and controlled by her. You are no longer allowed to enjoy yourself unless it involves her in some form or fashion.

You remember the day when you could just leave the house, hang out with the fellas, have the time of your life and tell her about it later. Yeah bro, those days are over. Now, fun must be handled with a similar mentality of a dope boy slanging crack rocks. You have to be crafty when you do it. You can’t let the whole world know you’re doing it, and you always have to be on the lookout for the fun police when in public. Nothing will piss your lady off more than her knowing that you’re enjoying yourself without her!

Checking in and Curfews
Whatever Diggems, I’m a grown man. I don’t have a curfew. I wish my lady would tell me when and where I need to be. She’s not my momma!”

Ahhh yes, male pride. I remember when I use to have that. The funny thing about having another mother is that you actually start to appreciate your real one. At least when you were a kid and missed your curfew you were grounded for a few day and then she left you alone.

As a grown man with a live-in girlfriend you don’t have the luxury of being left alone. Instead you get the never-ending argument of where you were, who you were with and what you were doing; then to top it off you have to sleep next to her. Can you imagine getting bitched out by your mom at the tender age of 14 and then having to sleep next to her when she’s done? At first your pride does nothing but get you in more trouble. You try to explain things. You take a stand. You win battle after battle. But then, finally, one day you just lose the will to fight. She wins the war. They always do.

When you guys were dating, all your friends loved your lady and she loved them. She was the cool chick that was down for whatever. She was a part of the circle.

Now that you live with her, all of a sudden, you spend entirely too much time with your friends. Every instance of interaction with your pals ends in an argument of who you want to be with more. You can’t even bring her around as often anymore because of the underlying tension. If they come over to your place your girl gives you her best stank bitch impersonation, and it’s always spot on. You end up sneaking around to see your friends as if it’s some type of twisted love affair.

Hey man, she just left. Can I come by?” You whisper like an escaping convict.

Sure. Does she know you’re coming over?” Your friend replies, showing true concern for your safety.

No. So I can only stay for the first half of the game,” you utter like a whipped dog.

Dude! You are such a bitch.

I know man, I know,” you admit like the bitch you’ve become.

Stay tuned for the conclusion. The Live-In part 3


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This Picture Makes Me Think…

Posted in This Picture Makes Me Think... with tags , , , , , , , on July 22, 2009 by Max

This week’s picture makes me think:


1. Bro… I promise! She told me you guys were getting a DIVORCE!

2. For all of those who are looking for the definition of “Roshambo“… I present Exibit A…

3. It might be time for someone to go and get Lasik…

4. Everyone knew that Retarded Bob would make a fine athlete, but someone should have been a little more specific when they told him that the object of the game was to “kick balls” really hard…

5. Bob couldn’t wait to go outside and test his new bionic leg implants.

Comic-Con here I come

Posted in Interesting Events with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 22, 2009 by Diggems

What’s up fellow fuckiteers.

I’m just about to head out the door and drive my geektastic ass to Comic-Con in San Diego.  I have to admit that i’m really excited.  It’s gonna be nerdapolooza and I couldn’t be happier.  Movie, comics, games, sci-fi, and fantasy. . . I think I just creamed my pants.

  Well anyways keep in touch with our twitter account and check in from time to time.  We may have a couple of things for my fellow nerdlings to drool over.  See you guys Monday.  Oh yeah Max, don’t fuck up our site man.  I know how you get when you’re alone.

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The Live-in Part 1

Posted in Real Talk with tags , , , , , , on July 21, 2009 by Diggems

The set up
You’ve found the perfect girl. She’s hot, funny, your friends love her, the sex is incredible and you even like the same stupid things.

One day while the both of you are out eating ice cream, she hits you with a question, “Where do you think this relationship is heading?”

You’re so shocked to hear this that you damn near choke on your creamy delight. All you can think is, “please don’t talk about marriage.”

Then she hits you with it, “I think we should move in together.”

You’re instantly relieved because it’s not what you thought it would be. Now your guard is down and she has you exactly where she wants you. Take it from me man. Don’t do it. Drop the ice-cream and run. Don’t look back just keep running. Run like Freddy Kruger is on your ass. Run like the police found a murder weapon with your finger prints, run for your fucking life.

Don’t Do It!
I know what your probably thinking. Not my girl man. She’s great. We laugh, talk, get along, everybody loves her, it’s all good man. Yeah, that’s what me and many other defeated men said as well. Many of my friends tried to warn me, my dad even tried to warn me; in fact every man who’s ever lived with their woman for more than a year all said the exact same thing, “Think that shit through man, don’t rush it, believe me.”

And now here I am saying the same gems that were passed along to me that I duly ignored. Think it out man. Really think it out.

I’ve composed a few things that you are guaranteed to go through if you decide not to listen to me. I wouldn’t really call it advice. It’s more like an explanation of the process that you’re going to go through. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t warn you.

The Move In
First things first. Now that you’ve told the lady of your life that you are willing and wanting to spend every waking moment with them (more on this later), you have to consolidate all your things to go into one location… hold on, let me correct that, you have to get rid of most of your shit so that she can keep all of her shit.

The great poster of the dogs playing poker? Gone! Your incredible collection of girly magazines? Peace! The great sofa that you’ve slept on, ate on, gamed on, watched movies and cheered for your favorite team!?!? Boy stop… adios! In your lady’s eyes it’s all trash.

Your walls will soon be lined with photographs of ballets and horses. You’ll have things in your crib that you’ve never seen before like end tables, coasters and candles.

Whether you’re moving in with her, getting a new place, or she’s moving in with you; the end result will always be the same. You are officially a visitor in a place where you pay rent or a mortgage. Get use to it because it’s never going to change. If you’re lucky and some of us actually are, you’ll get a little room off to the side for your stuff. In reality it’s just a storage facility for the things she’s willing to tolerate… for now.

Quality Time
The only time I’ve ever really heard this term used is when I lived with my lady. When you lived in separate spaces quality time was ANY time spent with your significant other. You guys were so in love back then that even a small chat in the living room was a memorable moment. Not anymore. Even though you see your lady all day every day, it’s still not enough. Quality time takes on a whole new meaning when you’re living with your lady. I’ve worked it out into a mathematical equation that can easily sum it up:

The amount of quality time (qt) received is directly proportional to the amount of money spent ($) multiplied by the distance traveled (dt) to reach quality time destination. ($ x dt = qt)

If you happened to be going with friends. That number is divided by how many other people go with you ($ x dt/f = qt). If those other people include your male friends, the power of that division is doubled ($ x dt/2f = qt). I know that all sounds strange to you guys that have never done this before but trust me the math is perfect.

Stayed tuned for part 2


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