Jingus

As a NES/SNES fanboy turned PS1/2 disciple turned guy who just doesn't have the money to buy stupid next-gen systems that don't look like they're much better than the old stuff, just let me say: fuck Sega. I owned a 32X. Fuck Sega with a silver studded strap-on for seven centuries. With Sonic's head on the tip of it. Yeah, I did enjoy playing various Genesis titles like Shadowrun, Dune, Robocop vs. Terminator, X-Men 2, so forth and so on, but it always seemed like Sega just never had a library of enough good games to even come close to whoever their competition at the time was. No, It was fucking awful. Simple as. Theres nothing else to it. It was fucking awful. It made Resident Evil look like fucking shakespeare. And like the good Shakespeare like Twlefth Night. I must strongly disagree. Yeah, Tidus, Yuna, and especially Rikku were annoying. But the rest of the cast was just fine; what was wrong with, say, Lulu or Auron? On the other hand, I DARE you to find worse-sounding dialogue than infamous lines like "Master of unlocking!", "Don't open... that door!" and "Ji-hill sandwich" on the first RE.

In TN, the rule is that you have to either be above 21, or be accompanied by an adult above the age of 25. It's pretty damn ghey, especially since I really doubt that the money they make off beer sales is more than what they'd make if they just let kids come in and play the games. And they're super dicks about carding, if you blatantly walk right past the doorman to go outside and then turn right back around and walk in, get your ID out. Depends on the state. Once again, TN kinda sucks; no alcohol of any kind at the Cheesemeister. Also, beer is the only alcoholic drink that's legal to sell in restaurants or anywhere that's not a bar or a liquor store. Yeah, even wine is verboten. To me, nothing zaps the fun out of arcades more than those damned DDR machines. I don't get the appeal. I had a Power Pad back when they first invented this technology, it sucked then, and a buncha flashy graphics and Japop tunes don't make it not suck now.

In my experience, there's only three subtypes of arcades left in most areas: 1. Dave & Busters. They do at least have a good selection of games, lots of machines from various eras. But they're way, way, WAY too expensive, like a dollar per play on most of 'em. Back in the day, $5 would last you all night; now it might last you five minutes, if you suck at games. Plus, their Over 21 age limit is really fucking annoying and seems to ban half the clientele a place like D&B should be attracting. 2. Independently owned mall arcades. Yeah, they're still around. Problem is, they also suck most of the time. Usually you've got a bigass DDR machine up front being stomped on by emo kids, and then a pretty sad collection of anywhere from a dozen to about twenty other machines. And most of them are either years out of date or games you never wanted to play in the first place. The employees are usually incompetent and rude, many of the games are often broken in some way, and judging from the customers it seems like having a juvenile arrest record is a prerequisite for getting in. 3. Not "arcades" at all. There are some businesses, mostly movie theaters but some others do it too, that'll plunk down a whole bunch of quartermunchers. Surprisingly, if you find a good one, these can actually be your best arcading experience. Sometimes you'll luck out and find a cluster of games that were picked out by someone who's actually a gamer, and then you're kicking ass on Street Fighter 2 Turbo while your buddy curses the escort mission on Terminator 2, meanwhile a bunch of kids are flailing away at some damn dance machine while their dad plays Tron with a look of wispy nostalgia in his eyes. And then the mom plays that one inevitable shooting game where you're not shooting at people, because the mom is the only one in the group who doesn't already know that those always suck.

Wait... who did Tzar used to be again? Rampant name-changing terribly confuses me.

I second most of the Batman books mentioned here... except Hush, I found that whole run to be pretty terrible. Way too much "OMG what a SWERVE~!" type stuff. Anything written by Alan Moore. EVER. But don't jump right in with some of his more obscure stuff like V for Vendetta, Tom Strong, From Hell, or Promethea. Instead, go with Watchmen, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Top 10, or his Swamp Thing run. And oh yeah, definitely check out that collection of various DC stories which he wrote, it's all gold. If you can stand more artsy stuff which has a ludicrous amount of literary allusions, definitely give Neil Gaiman's Sandman a try (and read past the first book, it gets better).

On occasion, yah. Mostly in pill form with cloricidan cuz I just couldn't stand sucking down the syrup. But since I'm with my uber-paranoid parents now in Texas, I can't do too much of that stuff often. Plus, I think it made my teeth start to fall out... not fun. I did stop doing all the much harder stuff I'd been doing though. Anyway, awesome to hear you're okay man, I'd really resigned myself to never talking/typing/texting with you again. The mutilation story, well, it did kinda sound like something that would happen to you, but I'm ecstatic to find out it was bullshit. Hell, I still got your phone number from two years ago, but I was just kinda afraid to call it, ya know?

...but then promptly gets beat down like a jobber by all the noobies who he doesn't know:: JINGUS: Meddling kids!

Yeah, I've seen a couple of pics of Marney. She's a pretty ordinary skinny white chick. And if her "persona" is an act, then it's an amazingly consistent act, as she's kept it going for like six years now, including during instant message convos with me while she was drunk off her ass. Milky? WTF? I thought he got his hands chopped off and couldn't type anymore or something like that. Is this Glenn Jacobs as a Fake Milky? And, everyone should post at the Pit more... but that could just be my bias talking.

In college, I had a girlfriend who had a rather, um, direct method of dealing with a stalker. One night she finally confronted him, dragged him up to her dorm room, tied him to her bed, had her violent/sexy way with him, and basically let him know that she wasn't standing for any of his shit. Poof, never heard from him again.

So does Ashley get a months-long feud with Kane now?

That sounds like the most probable outcome.

http://www.khali.info/the-great-khali-brian-ong-incident (with handy diagrams). (Note that the latter source also says that the majority of Khali's critics are either racist, people who think all wrestling sucks, going with kayfabe, Undertaker marks or cruiserweight fans, so it might be a little biased.) Both of those explanations have one massive hole in them: that's not what a flapjack is. With a flapjack, the guy giving the move grabs the bumper, hoists him up into the air, and then falls backward onto the mat, having the other guy take a face bump. Those sites seem to be describing something more like a backdrop. Except with a backdrop, you're supposed to land on your BACK, not your face. There is no move in wrestling where you bend down, an opponent charges you, you straighten up, and then they go flying in the air and land on their face (unless your opponent is Jack Evans who can do a 450 anytime, anywhere). These "explanations" are describing a move that doesn't exist.

It's what happens to a body when it has to pass drugs test. Amazing just how much Vince has conditioned people about how fighters "should look". In reality, a lumpy guy like Chuck Liddell will rip apart a lean mean bodybuilder like HHH. "You can say your prayers and take your vitamins, but if you want 24 inch arms, you HAVE to do steroids."

I've heard like a dozen different descriptions of exactly what happened, with all different moves: body slam, flapjack, sidewalk slam, backdrop, spinebuster, dominator. All of them have one thing in common: they're not moves that you want a 7'3" giant giving to an untrained kid. And if it WAS indeed a double chokeslam like you said, jesus christ, don't you think Khali should've spoken up and said to the WWE office: "Hey guys, maybe I shouldn't be using this as my FINISHER every night considering I once killed a guy with it." His fault or not, still, he's a huge, strong, clumsy guy. And to my knowledge the only wrestler working for the WWE who, on his application at the part where it asks "Have you ever caused death to an opponent? If yes, please explain" had to check Yes.

Only got 8, with about another half dozen that I was kicking myself for not getting afterwards. Aside from that? Either I haven't seen it or the damn picture was too small or it was just a completely unidentifiable shot.

The most annoying part of those "If You Had Me All Alone What Would U Do 2 Me LOL" bulletins is that, for some reason, it's almost always a girl who already has a boyfriend who's sending them out.

::spit take:: Are you serious? Really? I mean, really? Khali Pros: -Is really, really tall. Khali Kons: -Has exactly three moves... and that includes punching. -Can't bump. Literally, he can't take bumps because his weird body can't withstand the impact. -Can't speak English. -Once KILLED A GUY IN THE RING. Compared to guys like Big Show, Undertaker, Andre, or hell even Kevin Nash, Khali is just so clumsy and immobile that he can't do shit in the ring. On the OTHER hand, he's been booked really, really badly over the past month. So the unbeatable invincible giant monster... tapped out like a bitch to the weakest submission move on the planet in his very first match with Cena? And then beats him in the rematch... but since it's on SNME, nobody saw it. And then gets pinned on the very next night. Where does the nigh-unbeatable almost-invincible still-giant no-longer-monster go from here?

Stupid stupid WWE. This is a blatant, open admission that their new wellness policy is an utterly phony and worthless paper tiger that they can and will ignore whenever it suits them. And didn't Orton get suspended after Wrestlemania in the first place for walking around smoking a joint in the locker room? That guy NEVER learns.

Yep, the countless thousands of young children, women who aren't even allowed to leave their homes, men who've never committed or supported a terrorist act in their lives, they'll all reap what they've sown. Marn, is that you?

Has there ever been a GOOD band to play at any indy show ever? Some of the worst live music I've ever heard in my life has come from some garage band who got booked on a show because the drummer is the booker's cousin.

I don't understand all the slams on Kane's working ability. The guy is six feet, seven friggin' inches tall. How many great workers can you name who are that damn big? Hell, how many workers can you name who are that big are big and better wrestlers than Kane? I've always been a fan of the guy. The poor victim known as Glenn Jacobs has had his character assraped with the most ridiculous series of wrestlecrappy storylines in wrestling history. Seriously, this guy has been forced to be part of so many stupid, awful, disgusting angles that had anyone else been subject to it, the crowd would've been booing them out of the building long ago. But somehow he's not only not been destroyed by the worst booking in history, he's actually succeeded despite it. He's stayed over, always a popular character, and always somehow remains believeable as an "unstoppable monster" no matter how many jobs he does.

I thought I was the only one who noticed that. For two weeks now, the ratings have been down, but that's been brushed aside with a weakass excuse and "they should be back up to normal next week". It was edited out of the Australian broadcast. But it still aired in the Canadian and UK syndicated replays. For some reason the WWE thinks the comment was bad enough to apologize for, but not bad enough to cut out of the show anywhere except Irwin's home country.

He has. Remember Miss Kitty at Armageddon '99?

I think around two years now, I don't know exactly when he had his first match. He's one of those guys who started out REAL young. If you think he's a small dude now, you should've seen him back then, he looked twelve.

tha's gimmick infringement