11/29/2004

“Sydney’s a broad!”

by Matthew Edward Hawkins

So Thursday was Thanksgiving. As I’ve done for the past seven years or so, I went out to Long Island to spend it with Dave’s family who have more or less made me a part of their own. Not too much to report since, like each gathering before, it followed the same general routine: sat around the afternoon watching TV, ate snacks even though a scrumptious and hearty dinner was on its way, gorged on said scrumptious and hearty dinner, and then sneak away from the “adults” to watch cartoons or play video games in another room. Plus there’s always desert.

This year we watched both the Garfield and Peanuts Thanksgiving special. The Garfield one wasn’t as memorable as I remembered it, but it was still Garfield, so it was good enough for me. As for the Peanuts special, they’re all damn good, so I guess I don’t have to say much more. One of these days I’m gonna have to try having popcorn, jellybeans, toast, and ice cream as an entire meal (not that it’s much of a stretch from my normal eating habits, but that’s besides the point).

The next day I ventured into Jersey to spend the weekend at MK’s family beach house by the Jersey shore. The excitement began almost immediately when we got a flat tire while getting groceries. It was freezing cold and the bolts were practically glued onto to the car, but MK managed to get them off. What about me? I stood around like an idiot of course, reading really out to date OS X books. Well I did try to get some help when it seemed like MK might not have been able to replace the tire; I tried enlisting the help of a cop who happen to be in the grocery store, but he was dealing with a lost wallet situation, and the victim was super pissed (and without a shirt for some reason according to MK), so he couldn’t help, though thankfully the place had some WD40 on hand. Too bad their selection of Japanese candy was not that hot. Plus they had an open salad bar, but just olives, and it smelled fucking disgusting. Afterwards we got chicken sandwiches at Wawa’s (of course), plus some booze, and settled down at the beach house. Since I knew ahead of time that there was no DVD player on hand, let along cable TV, I brought along some good old-fashioned VHS tapes of goodness.

First up we saw Black Belt Jones, easily the greatest king fu/blacksploitation flick that no one knows about. It stars Jim Kelly (you know, the black guy from Enter the Dragon) as a martial arts soul brotha who’s out to avenge the death of his dearly departed buddy Papa Byrd (played by the late, great Scatman Crothers) who was a target by the mob since his all black karate school is on highly contested real estate. To aid Black Belt is Papa Byrd is his daughter, who’s also a kung fu expert, and a small army of high flying white girls, and against them is a lethal combo of street thugs (along with the assistance of “Bogarts”) hired by the mob, and the mafia themselves (who happen to be Italian since they all like eating spaghetti saying “Mama Mia” any chance they get… the film spreads the love equally when it comes to ethnic stereotypes). But besides the kick ass premises, the story goes along at a great pace, there’s plenty of fight scenes throughout, and tons of laughs (even hippies stand no chance against Black Belt’s rage!). I’ve seen it almost fifty times now and it has yet to become old; I simply can’t emphasize enough how utterly amazing this film is. Even MK was impressed, which makes Farel’s extremely strong negative reaction towards it from years ago even more perplexing.

The remainder of Friday night was spent watching an old collection of hardcore, electrified barb wire wrestling matches from Japan that I got off eBay when I was really into wrestling. Mind you, I was never that into watching two plain jane sweaty guys grapple each other. But if they dressed liked demons or 80′s rockers, and they five backflips into a glass plane, face first… now that’s what I call sports entertainment. Anyway, all the matches had the ropes replaced with barb wire, but not only did it simply hurt like hell if a guy got thrown into them, but they got electrocuted as well, plus a loud explosion went off to complete the effect. What other sport could you look like total crap, but still get cheers if you simply bled? Well more than just bleed…. practically gutted in some cases. And all for just a cheeseburger (okay maybe not… it’s MK’s belief that they get paid in not cash but burgers, but it’s probably not too far from the truth). My favorites are the high concept matches, like one which took place on a island that both men had to take speed boats to reach. Too bad they spend way too much time dicking around, like setting fires and the such…

The next day we had donuts for breakfast and heading to Red Bank. Spent some time in a record store where I found at least a half dozen records that could be great gag gifts, but ultimately I resisted the temptation to buy around the store’s entire collection of New Kids on the Block and Hall & Oates CDs, which I think was the best move in the end. MK on the other hand was elated to find sheet music to all the themes to the Star Trek theme, but was afraid to make a purchase due to not wanting to appear too nerdy. Good for her that I have no shame. After a brief stop at some trendy boutique where I set the highest on Ms Pac Man, we went to Jay and Silent Bob’s Secret Stash, which I had never been to before. I hate going to comic shops since its a sad reminder of all the great stuff I’m missing out on, and on a monthly basis! But I made a choice: comics or video games, and everyone knows what I chose. And despite the apparent high price of games, it’s still a helluva lot cheaper than following even just one monthly comic.

Then we went to the shore, where most of the shops on the boardwalk were closed, but not the arcades. One in particular had skee ball (where MK & I won super bouncy balls), an air hockey table (it was pathetic how bad we both are… one game dragged on way after the actual air flow ceased, which exhausted us even further), a DDR rip off that we both sucked at as well (I blame the lame graphics and shit music) and a Simpsons arcade machine (easily one the best arcade games every made). Afterwards was an early dinner at the Windmill where we had burgers and fries, plus we made fun of the shitty mural work inside, and then a trip home to watch another flick.

Next up was Viva Knievel, starring Evel Knievel as himself. The convoluted plot involves drug smugglers, ex boozers, a fatherless child, a young rival, a trip to Mexico, plus orphans, and it all equal to one huge ego trip for a guy who basically jumps over stuff on his motorcycle. Not the best movie in the world, but it is hilarious to watch people react to him like he was a God of sorts (well, if you’re friend with Frank Gifford, I guess you sorta are). Plus, his anti-drug speech “for the kids” was stirring to say the least (Hey kids, don’t shoot that nitro up you veins, cuz in five to ten years time, you’ll blow up! Never mind that five to ten years to plenty of time to make awesome music or amazing, legacy defining artwork…).

The film got us hungry so it was time for dinner at Wawa’s (chicken sandwiches again!), another trip to the liquor store, then a stop at Blockbusters. I haven’t been to one in ages, so I was worried that they wouldn’t have VHS, but they did a small bit. Unfortunately, Death Race 2000 was not to be found anywhere, but we did pick up Wet Hot American Summer and Day of the Dead. Almost got a flick about cannibal sorority chicks that MK pulled out, but guess that will have to wait for next time.

I had never seen Wet Hot American Summer despite a desire to do so for years now. It’s weird… I’ve heard so much about the flick from so many different folks; the number of people telling me it’s pure comic genius is equaled by the number of folks saying its the biggest piece of shit ever, and every one of these folks are ones whose opinions I trust, so I’ve always been on the fence. Overall, I liked it… I guess. It’s certainly not brilliant or anything. The set up is great, and some of the talent is awesome. Though I wish there were more State folks in it, plus it felt like it just could have gone… further. I think I might have to see it again.

Next was Day of the Dead, which I had only seen bits and pieces as a small child (when my parents would rent every horror film in the state of Washington and made me watch them all with them… I was like five at the time). Unlike the genius that was Dawn of the Dead, Day was a headache-inducing piece of shit that stole two hours of my life that I seriously want back. Besides the great make up, nothing in the film was remotely entertaining: a story that dragged on, everyone was completely unlikable, etc. About the only thing that made movie watching experience at all spooky was nothing that we saw, but a really strange sound that was coming from somewhere in the house that would freak us out when we heard it (and prompted us to have weapons by our side, which was just a broom for myself and a mop for MK). It was the wind hitting the AC btw.

The next day we slept in and totally missed breakfast. MK drove me back to the city, but before dropping me off we are at some hot dog joint, since she knew of my affinity for the wondrous all American delicacy. All I can say is that once again, something which New York takes great pride in owning has yet again been bettered by New Jersey. Best fucking hot dogs I have ever eaten here in the west coast, and blows Nathan’s out of the fucking water, that’s for sure.

When I got home, I discovered that Simpsons and Arrested Development were both postponed due to holiday programming, so I went through the mountain of tapes that was on my bed, which I had created when going through stuff to take for the weekend. I have so many tapes of random shit, all in collections with cryptic titles (there’s eight volumes alone that are just called “Whatever”) that it’s about time I took the time and initiative to mark down what I have. I’ve long spoken about getting the best of the best (like Iranian Alf, clips from Korean variety shows, or choice scenes from various Mexican wrestling/detective movies) converted to DVD. I spent most of the evening watching a tape that was labeled “BEST FIGHT SCENE!” On it was all the fights in Jackie Chan’s classic Drunken Master 2 (still his best fight stuff ever, I think) and all the fights in Jet Li’s Fist of Legend (an awesome film that a lot of casual Jet Li fans know nothing about). Plus I had the showdown from the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, which despite seeing about a billion times, still gets my blood pumped, and for whatever reason, two episodes of the thirty minute long Aeon Flux series from MTV back when MTV Animation still meant something. I’ve been a diehard fan of Aeon Flux (and that whole Liquid Television scene… it was extremely influential on me), and I have to say…. I actually liked the half hour series where she spoke. Granted it lost much of the charm of the original, silent shorts, but come on… could they have really pushed that concept any further? The short lived full fledge series still has some of the best writing for any American animated series (which hails from a period where not everything had to rely on bullshit pop culture references).

I would have watched my other, full Aeon Flux tape if not for the fact that it was getting late, plus Adult Swim was on.

As for today, I’ve just been at work writing this. Had plenty of time since I had to work 13 hours (Christ I hope we get a new night front office manager soon). At least I’m making some extra money, which will definitely help off set some missing cash since I’m no loner doing reviews for GMR (at least for the time being). Speaking of work, today’s the day that one instructor whom I’ve sorta become chummy with teaches. Back to MTV Animation, he used to work with the guys who helped shaped the look of the stations, not just MTV, but Nick, and even HA! when it existed. He says he has piles of tapes with old bumpers and station IDs. I gotta get me a hold of those somehow…

Tonight I had tacos since Dave lent me the Wigu collection and it makes a pretty strong case for tacos being the ultimate food. Speaking of, I really hope nothing bad has happened with the copy of Klonoa for the GBA I lent him for his Ohio comic con trip…

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11/24/2004

Even Weirdos Are Cute When They’re Babies

by Matthew Edward Hawkins

FRIDAY

So yeah, the Energy fest was this past weekend, and I was there for almost half of it, starting Friday night, which was also a GNG (the event’s one year anniversary actually). It had a really decent turn out, though the Anime perhaps did much to bring out the girlies.

They had Katamari displayed on a large screen, and there was a healthy number of confused onlookers the whole time, which was good. What was not so good was the larger, unhealthy number of onlookers for Rumble Roses, the clear hit game of the night. The game does look as bad as everyone’s saying; the mud wrestling component looked especially bad, and was just a really poor excuse to get all the girls’ bodies to be just one skin toned color. At one point I saw some kid no older than either at the controls; I’m assuming he shaved off about 6 months on his road to puberty that night.

Of course, the real reason to go to any of these events is to mingle. I chatted with Jeremiah, aka Nullsleep, early on. Apparently him and few other chiptune artists (no doubt the other guys in 8bit Peoples) are going on tour soon, which sounds pretty hot. I caught Job, the event’s organizer, right in the middle of explaining to some guy the controls for Katamari, which still doesn’t make any sense since it has some of the most drop dead simple controls out there. Plus Dave Goldstein stopped by; he was there to maybe get New York-Tokyo involved in I-Con somehow. I think I really strengthened Dave’s pitch by emphasizing to Job how awesome it was to have a steady stream of college students to wait on hand and foot (especially when they were uber cute cosplay chicks).

Also, it dawned on me that evening precisely how hard Job’s job is. Case in point, three kids came up to him enquiring about some free stuff. Apparently, the first few folks in line that night were supposed to get something. When Job asked how they felt about the show, or what they favorite games were, they were totally nonplussed; all they cared about was their free shit, damnnit (their fave game ended up being Rumble Roses, of course). When Job later joked how they would only get something if they played one game of Katamari, they all turned silently pissed. Well the jokes on them cuz they ended up getting that new shitty Godzilla game as the “prize”!

Later in the evening, Jeremiah played a set, and when he performed some Depeche Mode, Job and I both went nuts.

SATURDAY

Got up super early (for a Saturday) and headed to Brooklyn for the Jim Henson retrospective at BAM. I really wanted to see the first Muppets Movie and the commercial & experimental shorts program, but both were sold out, so I had to contend with seeing just the Muppets Christmas special and Muppets Take Manhattan.

Up first was a Muppets Family Christmas, which is still my fave Xmas special of all time (yes, even more so that the Charlie Brown special). Watching again for the first time in years not only reminded me of how much a genius Jim Henson was (which seriously goes without saying), but really made me realize just how poor children’s television is these days. It just seems that these days all the stuff for kids are by folks who have no idea how to talk to kids, so they simply rely on stupid pop culture references and cynicism to look cool. Plus it usually goes at such a breakneck pace that there’s no time to soak in the material (and realize that it’s just not good). The pacing, the character interactions, the jokes in the Xmas special are just so unbelievably solid… comedy is the hardest thing to do, so to produce something which not only appeals to kids, but can speak to adults, and which transcends time is near impossible, but the special does it all and with seemingly very little effort.

And it also goes without saying that the special is a must see for any Henson junkie since it features the Muppets gang and the Sesame Streets gang all fully interacting, plus the Fraggle Rock gang (its still the only time in which all three have gotten together). Its just so utterly awesome to watch Fozzie play off Bert & Ernie with random chickens in the background.

Afterwards some additional holiday related clips were shown. First was a clip from the Ed Sullivan show with reindeers which was pretty funny. After the performance, a very young Henson came out to shake hands with Sullivan and everyone in theatre gave out a pleasurable gasp. Next was a segment from Sesame Street from the 70′s. It was all the adults, a few kids, plus Big Bird and Oscar and the Grouch picking out a Xmas tree, walking down the street, skating, riding the subway, and going back home. Perhaps it’s common knowledge, but I never realized that Sesame Street is supposed to be in Manhattan (and near the 86th Street Stop). Next was the twelve nights of Christmas as sung by the Muppets and Bob Denver from a late 70′s special, (at the time, Bob Denver was the biggest star on earth, believe it or not). The program ended with some addition Sesame Street clips and something I had never seen before centered on a Xmas toy (no doubt from the Jim Henson Hour).

Jerry Juhl, the show’s writer, came out to do some Q&A and was briefly joined by Caroll Spinney, who did the voice of Oscar (and of course he said a few lines as the grouch and everyone loved it). Found out that a Fraggle Rock DVD set is coming out sometime in 2005 and that the person who first played Oscar’s “feet” in those instances when he was mobile was none other than Herve Villechaize!

Next was Muppets Take Manhattan, my second favorite Muppets movie, right after the very first flick. Also, I had never seen a Muppets movie on the big screen, so watching Manhattan that day was close to a religious experience for me. As dumb as it may sound, the song which they all sing to each other as they say goodbye always manages to choke me up.

After the movie Martin Baker, one of the film’s producers, had a brief Q&A and he touched up a few interesting things. I finally got to ask a question that I’ve been dying to ask to the appropriate person; will the Jim Henson Hour ever make it to DVD? Unfortunately the answer was less than encouraging… for each of the hours, Disney owns the rights to the first thirty minutes (since Kermit and Piggy appear in them) and the Jim Henson folks owns the latter thirty minutes (which featured a rolling assortments of different things… including the Storyteller which is already on DVD). So until something can be worked out, the answer is no. Another person asked if there would ever be a live Muppets show since one live performance did take place in LA not too long ago (I wondered this myself at the time actually) and again the answer was no, it was just a one time only deal.

Afterwards I then went home to get some rest for later in the evening. I had plans to check out of the showings at the Energy fest, plus there was some chiptune performance/interactive installation going on in Willamsburg. But I was still feeling pretty shitty so I ended up staying home. Besides, the majority of what was scheduled for the evening at the fest wasn’t that interesting (especially when I found out ahead time from Job what the TBA film was) and despite any potential for coolness at the chiptune thing, I probably would have been annoyed to high hell by the Willamsburg hipster crowd. At very least, I passed along some info on the show to Jeremiah, so he can tell me what I missed.

SUNDAY

After yet another 14 hour sleep session, I managed to make it to the Energy fest for the last day’s programming. I invited my friend Barry to check things out, since I’m working on an Anime & Manga related project with him (more on this later), plus I had a ton of fun explaining what was what when he invited me along to an Anime con in the city years ago (“See that? That’s a furry, which is a grown man dressed as an animal… yeah I know it’s supposed to be a girl raccoon, but I’m almost certain it’s a guy under that.”).

On the last afternoon they showed a bunch of shows, including…

Naruto – It’s the biggest thing in Japan right now, on par with the Dragon Ball Z in terms of popularity apparently. So far, I really haven’t been impressed by what I’ve seen. and I don’t know why. I guess because it’s such standard, cookie cutter fare: its about a boy in ninja school who’s a total screw up and most feel he’s doomed to failure, though he does have friends that support him and can see past his crass, wise cracking exterior (which hides a secret!). Man, can you get any more clich?d than that? Though the crowd certainly ate it up. It’s also worth noting that there was plenty of Naruto cosplayers to be seen.

Samuri Champloo – Another big hit in Japan right now, from the creator of Cowboy Bebop. It’s a fusion of samurai fiction and hip-hop sensibilities for a rather compelling package. Plus again, you have the guy who was behind Cowboy Bebop, perhaps the very first genuinely good animated series every to come from Japan. I’d been hearing about this show for forever, so I was happy to finally see the damn thing.

Question: what’s more annoying that gamers? Anime fans of course. While 75% of all gamers are morons, only 25% is the case with Anime geeks, but the problem is, that 25% is far more annoying than the first group’s 75% could ever be, even on their worst day. And during the screening, Barry & I happening to be sitting right next to that entire 25%. I just love how such idiots have no problems with a show starring a young boy who befriends a little yellow creature. But give them a show starring a young boy who befriends a little purple creature, and they become extremely confused. The point is, the way the action is presented in Samuri Champloo is non-traditional, but not at all hard to follow (if you’ve seen a movie made in the past…. say…. 40 years, there should be no problems). Yet everyone near me could not figure what the hell was going on. Now, if I’m watching something and am hit with a serve, I’m usually pleasantly surprised and will simply sit back, relax, and let the whatever take me along for the ride. But not these idiots. All they could do is angrily scream at the screen “What the fuck is going on? “ “I don’t get it?” “What just happened” and the such. They only seemed interested when there was a fight scene. Fucking retards.

Paranoia Agent – Out of everything shown in the fest, Paranoia Agent is what I wanted to see the most. It’s a new show by the creator of Perfect Blue, Millennium Actress, and most recently, Tokyo Godfathers, Satoshi Kon. I’m a huge fan of all his work, which is completely unlike the fare you’ll find from Japan. There’s no large robots fighting in his work, just people, realistically and carefully crafted, in stories that are both fantastical yet very relatable.

This latest offering was the first part of an X-Files-eque series that revolves around a mysterious young boy that attacks people with a bent golden bat. It easily blew away Barry and myself, and not surprising, most of the people in the theatre really did not like it. Well, Kon’s work is a big flop in Japan as well, so I guess it wasn’t a big surprise. I can’t wait to see future episodes.

After the episodes screening there was a break, so I hung out with Job again. He had a DS with him this time, which he just got from Jersey. Got to play around with some mini-games that he unlocked with Feel the Magic, and as expected, it was awesome. Not sure if it was my poor health, or the fact that I’m just out of shape, but the candle blowing game in which you literally blow on the DS nearly took out one of my lungs.

Next was multiplayer Mario 64. One of Job’s friends had a DS and I played against him on just his cart. Even though it didn’t work on the first try, we did connect on the second, and I’m still amazed that it’s possible. And it was crazy fun; Nintendo was actually able to add some fun enhancements to an already perfect game.

After a quick lunch at McDonald’s (for the second day in a row, there was nothing else in the area foodwise, and again it was fucking horrible and tore my stomach up bad) was a screening of the live action Cutey Honey flick, but before that was an episode of the cartoon. Maybe I just don’t “get it”, or perhaps I’m gay, but I’ve always found the character to be pretty dumb. It’s just a chick that fights crime or whatever wearing dozens of different outfits, and that only serves as a means for her to get constantly naked between changing. If I was a girl, I think at the very least, I’d find it all highly annoying.

Anyway, regarding the live action film, it started as one being so bad its good and ended with being so bad its bad. It had it’s moments, such as the really spirited opening and a fun title sequence, but things get way too serious as the film progresses, much like most SNL based movies. I’m glad they took the time to flesh out here character, like making her an overeater and the such (much like another great girl’s hero from Japan, Sailor Moon), but as soon as the karaoke scene kicked, I caught on that the folks behind the movie had no clue where to take things. I guess that might explain why certain subplots, like the possibility that revenge might take total hold her, never got developed, or how the manner in which the four henchmen were eliminated were less than satisfying. I expected a totally sappy ending, but it was just too much for me. Though I have to admit the weird live action/stop motion fight scenes, dubbed “Honeymation” certain did look cool, and is sure to pop up again in the near future.

And that basically was my weekend…
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… There’s not much to report since then due to my illness, unless you count the insane amount of yellow gunk I’ve coughed up (which is well into the range of pounds). After sleeping for 14 hours for the fourth night in a row, but with no sign of improvement, I finally went and saw my doctor (ask my friends and they will all say the same thing: I have a very bad habit of not seeing a doctor as soon as I should, like the time my leg broke after getting hit by a cab) and found out that I have bronchitis. Nice.

If there’s been one plus to this is that my appetite has been completely destroyed, which means that I’ve lost some good weight. Not the healthiest means to loose weight I know, but perhaps one can see why I didn’t really mind too much when I got e. coli. Plus I got a nifty party out of it! This time around, MK was sweet enough to get me a small hot water dispenser to make tea and soup since she knows that I really can’t use my kitchen at home. Plus she got me a case of Cup of Noodle. Nothing sayings lovin’ like ramen!

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and like I’ve done each year for the past eight or so years, I’ll be spending it with Dave’s family in LI. Afterwards, the rest of the holiday will be spent with MK in Jersey. So a weekend filled with turkey and Wawa’s chicken sandwiches. Can’t wait!

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11/21/2004

That’s The Way It Is

by Matthew Edward Hawkins

- I said in my previous post that I would write about the Energy expo next, but I’ll save that till tomorrow when I’m at work, where I’ll have plenty of time to kill; with the loss of an evening front office manager, the rest of us has to put in extra hours to fill the void, which means until a replacement is found, I’ll be working 9-10 (13 hours… sheesh!) every Monday.

But I just wanted to share a few things real quick like. On top of the list is an excellent New York Times article related to the EA controversy. Also, a few days ago, the IGDA issued this open letter to the industry.

I forgot to mention last time, but I still believe it is worth pointing out that, unfortunately, none of this news is all that surprising. In fact, it’s not even all that new. My Ubi Soft days were no bed of roses either, though thankfully they weren’t nearly as grueling as what’s going down at EA. Though they did have their games as well.

After a long 12 hour work day to cap a hellish work week, whenever I got ready to go home and get some well deserved rest, I always got snibe remarks that equated to “Goodbye quitter” or “Enjoy yourself, you selfish loser” (but not in those exact words) to reinforce that I wasn’t a team player. The fact that I didn’t fall for them is perhaps a good reason why I didn’t last too long there.

But the real problem here is that what EA is doing much worse, since it can afford to do so.

Back to EA’s practice not being all too surprising, folks also need to remember that video games are still relatively new. And like almost every other creative field in its infancy, there’s always abuse. It happened in film, it happened in animation, and now it’s happening in video games. Hence why the notion of a possible union now seems to be a possible reality. And as much as I’d like to see it, I know that it will never happen. The days of unions died with the passing of the 20th century, and there’s just too much talent out there starving for work, and ready to abused, for that to ever come close.

- I know this is old new, but I definitely feel it bares repeating: if you have the PlayStation Underground holiday 2004 demo disc (with the Viewtiful Joe 2), whatever you do, don’t play it it. There’s a very good chance it will erase everything in your memory card. Actually, I think VJ2 is the culprit.

- Again, this might be old news (really old news actually) but I just discovered that Nanoloop, a sound editor for the Game Boy, has just been released for the GBA. Sweet! This one seems just as deep and powerful as the original. I think I might have to get my hands on this one…

- Okay, this definitely is old news (hey, I’ve been both too busy and sick to post in a timely manner) but this past Saturday was everyone’s chance to trade in their Ashlee Simpson CDs for a Mr Bungle CD (and other stuff as well) thanks to H.O.P.E. I also love how they seem to hate Jimmy Fallon just as much as I do.

- According to a study, if you like Superman, you’re probably an asshole.

- Said it before, and I’m saying it again: this song rocks.

- I just updated my links page. Check it out.

- And finally, this is fucking awesome.

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