Friday 31 December 2010

Mid Week Matters: Shyriiwook bitches...

Wyaaaaaa. Ruh ruh. Wooo hwa hwa?

If you aren't a Wookie, or do not understand Shyriiwook, then you probably wont know what I just said. Could be anything for all you know. I could have put a hex upon your first born child, Or I could have confessed my love for you. Fortunately for you, I didn't do either of those things.Mainly because I don't know how to and I copied and pasted "Hello, how are you? Nice weather today, eh?" from the Shyriiwook page on  Wookieeoedia. I found this because I thought it would be hilarious to google 'Wookie language'. Turns out it was hilarious, I'll give you a few of my favourites from the Wookiepedia page.
Wua ga ma uma ahuma ooma. ("I think my arm has been pulled out of the socket.")
Never play Chess with a Wookie. 
Rowr ahragh awf ahraroww rowh rohngr grgrff rf rf. (approximately: "He says he's a Jedi Knight now.") 
I love the use of the word  approximately here.
Waag ahyeg ha. ("I can't reach that.")
In all seriousness, I should probably memorize that one in case I find myself on Kashyyyk one day and enter a shop. The quote 'Aren't you a little short to be a Storm Trooper doesn't even come close when you're 4 foot 6 inches.
Mu waa waa. ("Please leave me alone.")
Mu na ya. ("Please go away.")
 I would actually use these two a lot as well. People annoy me, I don't see how Wookies wouldn't.

  • (1) ah
  • (2) ah-ah
  • (3) a-oo-ah
  • (4) wyoorg
  • (5) ah wyoorg
  • (6) hu yourg
  • (7) muwaa yourg
  • (8) ah muwaa yourg
  • (9) a-oo-mu
  • (10) a-oo-mu wyad
This is my absolute favourite. Counting in Wookie. Do it! Go on, it's great fun. Say it out loud.


So there we have the basics of Shyriiwook, but what if you want to learn more? Or just pretend you know more than you do to impress that certain Wookie friend of yours? C'mon admit it, we all love a bit of Wookie nookie. Well, I also found a Shyriiwook online translator.

Now, I did actually cross reference the two sources and well.. if you remember 'please leave me alone' is 'Mu waa waa'...

So they're not exact translations, but they'll do. Just be careful when talking to real Wookies. You wouldn't want to lose an arm.

Monday 27 December 2010

Sundays Hate Campaign: Christmas Special

I'm ill. Like srsly. I've been in bed since lunch time watching House with a migraine and back ache... I just wanted to crawl over to the PC and write something today, since I missed last weeks Hate Campaign. I can't remember why I missed that actually, I was probably masturbating. Or something.
However, I do hate being ill. I've always hated  being ill... I mean really, what is the point of it all? Why does the universe insist I spend the next two weeks in bed, coughing and in pain? Wtf did I do wrong, hmm? I mean sure I didn't buy anyone Christmas presents and I laughed at a dead cat last week, but really? Is that any reason to inflict this monstrosity of nature upon me? I don't think this is fair at all. No I'm joking... I didn't laugh at a dead cat.... that's just evil. 
However... I will admit, I didn't buy Christmas presents... I should re-phrase that really... I wasn't able to buy Christmas presents for my family this year because I've been flat out broke. Until I got my Christmas bonus... Two days before Christmas. Yay! I had £200 and no time to do anything with it. So... I ordered myself a Christmas present. Okay... I know, that is selfish. But I can justify myself. 
1. I am going to get my family some kind of gift in a few weeks, when I get paid again.
2. The thing that I ordered was actually a Death Trooper... Let me explain...
A Death Trooper is a Storm Trooper which is a zombie. Totally awesome right? I know. Well, these Death Trooper busts are fairly rare, there are only 2,500 that were made. I'm getting this thing shipping from California, at the cost of £30... WTF?! Yeh I know, Star Wars makes me do crazy things. Mix Star Wars with Zombies and there's no way you'll ever get any sense from me. I'm just not programed to handle that much awesome at one time. Sure, I can watch Return of the Jedi and then Shaun of the Dead, but if there was such a film as 'Shaun of the Jedi' ... I think I would literally overload. Anyways, maybe you'll understand when you see just how amazing this bust is...




BUT WAIT! There's more... It also has detachable plates which reveal the gross flesh of our Trooper.. AND.. Another attachable right arm with a blaster... REALLY! How could I not? All in all, it cost me £70... Most of which was shipping (probably, I can't do math). I ordered it direct from Gentle Giant which I think was a better idea than ordering from ebay, which, although the guy had 100% positive feedback, seemed... Weird to me. I like official. I like to have something from the shop that made it (or ya' know.. is licenced to sell it). Probably why I never liked ebay. But doesn't explain why I love Amazon. Anyway, I'm rambling on now, which is boring.
Basically, what I'm saying it... I've been dealt the sick card by the universe because I selfishly bought a limited edition Star Wars Death Trooper. And even though the universe knows (or at least believes) I'll go out and buy them something, it still decided that my time off work will be better spent in bed with a bad back and a head ache. I think.

Wednesday 22 December 2010

Mid Week Matters: Princess Leia/Optimus Prime/R2D2 ... and Jar Jar Binks....

This is going to be my new weekly feature. Every Wednesday I'm going to bring you one or two of my favourite things I've found on the Internet in that week. And yes, I know, I'm sorry I didn't report in this Sunday for 'Sundays Hate Campaign' and  to be honest I can't remember why... I was probably dead. Anyway, this first installment of 'Mid Week Matters' includes a very... interesting Fan Fic from ComicsNix. A friend of mine had sent me a link to the story on Topless Robot (where you can find other hilarious Fics) last night and honestly, I don't remember the last time I laughed this hard. I'll just get on with it, because it's absolutely superb.


The story takes place in 'Return of the Jedi' while Leia, R2-D2 and C3-PO are being held captive by Jabba the Hutt. Here's what happened before Luke Skywalker showed up...
Optimus Prime is entering Megatorn secret base. The fight was vicious and the other transformers got caught. Optimus need to free them. Them, he enters Megatron knig chamber:
"egatro! Free my transformer pals or sufeer lead metal consequences!" shout Potimus.


"AHAHAHH! You will never defeat me Leader of the autoboys! The deceptcions wil rule the galaxy!"
 Er... I think that's Megatron? Also... Autoboys? I LOVE IT!
"You will have to jump over my dead corpse!" and Optimus run at Megatron's direction, shooting blaster projectiles. Megatron runs to a secret chamber and Optius go behind. But it's a TRAP!

Optimus get stuck into a titanium metal bar cages, and Megatron brags:

"Now Optimus, you will be my finaceer! Will help to pay my Death Satellite to kill the earth!"

"What?"
Megatron open his Spaceship and embarks the jailbirded Optimus Prime. He set a couse to a distant planet, on a galaxy far way.
HA HA NICE! I like the reference.

 After some weeks, the Megatron's space ship arrives at Tatooine. He seeks for Jaba the Hutt, who recieves him:

    "So Megatron" say Jobba ", brought me the specimen?"

    "Yes" say Megatro" where's the money?"

    "Here, and it was very a good exchange I hope we made."

    "For sure Jabba, now, here, your new slave." and Megatron lend Optimus to Jabba.
Well, I hope Jabba has the courtesy of returning Prime to Megs once he's finished with him...
"Ah" say Jabba, "a new robot to my collection. You wil entertain my cotumers for some time"

    Optimus is very angry and shout to Jabba:

    "I'll never be your slave. You cannot control me!"

    "Yes I can, if you try to escape, I will kill your cell companions!" and Jabba take Optimus to his cell. There, he finds the other prisioner Jabba was talking about:

    "Hi, I'm Leia, this R2-d2 and this is C3-PO."

    "Hi Lei,a I'm Optimus Prime, Leader of Autobots. What they are going to do?"
Hopefully go as far as decided to use even go want to do look more like?
Oh and btw... A 30 foot robot can't just walk the fuck outta there? Hmm..

 "Well, I don't know. Jabba said he opened a new service on Tatooine to entertain people from staying from other planets. I hope he don't kill us...if only I could contact Luke, my brother..."

    "Don't be afraidd Leia, I will find a way out." and they waited and talked. Leia told about the rebels, Han Solo in the carbonite and her love for him. The next day, guards wakaned the prisioners and took them to the Colosseum. It ws very big, an was full of aliens and people from all over the universe. Jabba speakes at an microphone:

    "Greetings dear customers. Welcome to the first Luxury Multi Species Colloseum of the galaxy! Here, our first slaves will have pleasures beyond imagination, and will please you too. Don't feel ashamed, put your clothes off and jerk at will. No extra expenses are charged by cleaning the place. Toilet paper is at your right side of your chair. Codoms are charged separately. Have safe sex...and let the show begins!"
I hope that paper isn't the scratchy kind you get in super market restrooms... Not that I've knocked on out in a supermarket...
Optimus are there, looking around seeing that multitute of people. He can do nothing, even if he tries to fight, Jabba can kill Leia and the others. They are fragile, so he must let go his pride and please that hautingly audience of pedos.
"Dude... we're at the wrong show again. I don't wanna watch a thousand year old cybertronian robot.... Way too old for me bro"

    All of the five slaves have micro microphones, so wath they say, the audience can enjoy. Jabba firmed a contract with the costumers that moanings and profanities are a right they have, so the slaves must keep shit chatting while sodomizing one another. Prime sits on the dirty ground and wait. Leia comes near him:

    "Oh Optimus, sorry that we met this way..."

"Don't be ashamed Leian, it's not our free will that approves this horrifying spectacle of pure sacrilege against flesh and circuits. It will be over in some hours." said the twenty foot tall robot.

A COUPLE OF HOURS?! Jeez... Whens the next flight to Cybertron....
  Leia jumped on Primus legs and walked to his hips.

    "Now Optimus, show me your metal cock." said Princess Leia with a moaning and whoring voice and readly, Optimus engaged into the sex serving mode. A hatch opened, and slowly, a cilindrical monster of lead and gold emerged from the opening crotch gate. It was shinning and was totally waxed. But was to big to Leia to be fucked. Forty inches of diameter and and six feet of height.
Honestly, I don't know what to say to this, there's so many things going on.. 'Sex serving mode' ... 'Opening crotch gate' ... 'Totally waxed' ...  If I wasn't laughing, I'd be turned on.
Jabba was not pleased:

"How that stupid robot can penetrate Leia now? His dick is taller than me! Megatron fooled me!" regreted Jabba. He kept thinking about a solution.

Leia looked and, because the show must go on, she did her best while Jabba tries to fix the sittuation.

"Oh Optimus, I guess I have to tenderize you metal dick for me to fully apreciate it's wonderfullness."

Stupid robot, how dare you displease Jabba! ... Er tenderizing a giant metal cock? Makes sense to me...
"Leia, your leather clad bikini lighten up my boron buttocks!"
This however, doesn't.
Leia rubbed with her stretched arms the metal dick, up and down, but it was dragging her skin. Even if it was polished and had no jagged edges, she needed to lubricate it:

    "Prime, do you have something good to facilitate my work/?"

    "Yes my power love. Here, have this squezing tube. It contains graphite. Just rub all all will be alright" and Leia did it. Her body got darkened by the graphite dust, but she liked it, and masturbating Potimus got very easy and pleasurable.

    R2-D2 aproached Optimus and asked permission to land.
First things first... Power love. I hope to God someone uses that as a pet name for me one day. Secondly... Permission to land?
"Granted my fellow cilindrical pal, you can enter my dark caves of mystery." said Optimus.
DARK CAVES OF MYSTERY!! 
 "Blip Blop Blop!" said R2-D2. This was his first time fucking a robot. He was completely virgin, and was very ashamed he had to expose his intimacy in front of an audience of millions. But their lifes were at stake, so he must swallow all of his prejudcies and engage full head in this life altering experience.

    "Leia" said Optimus," hang on!" and Leia hold very harder Optmus dick. Optimus got up a bit and gave space to R2-D2. Leia was hanging on Optimus dick while R2-D2 seached the best cordinates to penetrate Optimus experimental anus. Luckly for him, Prime's anus was automated to adjust the best diameter for foreign objects entering him.R2-D2 positioned and Optimus seated on him.
 
Wow.. that was lucky huh?
 R2 was shaking and freightened. Optimus anal cavity was dark and moist, had some loose wires and was rusting from inside. He started to think sex was not made to coward robots like him.

    "Don't be afraid" said Optimus to R2 "I'll help you!" and Optimus bowels lights got on. Everything wwas iluminated and R2 really saw what it really was.
Dear Santa... I want Bowel Lights.
A beautifully adorned rectum, full of portraits of Prime's human friends that already visited the place. A camera apppeared from a wall and photographed R2-D2, and immediatelly put a portrait of him on a the bowel wall.
I promise you will never read a better sentence then 'A beautifully a adorned rectum' ... EVER!
Also I seem to remember that Bumblebee was the only thing that ever went up Primes arse. OH SNAP!
Optimus bowel's walls were made of carbon nanotubes covered with soft pinky pillows of pure petunia's cotton. They ajusted on the fly the pressure over R2 body and the elevator speed, acording to R2-D2 willingness to go deeper with his innermost sexual fantasies. At first R2 wanted togo slow, to fell the texture on his metal cover. But latter, his inhibition got away, and the elevator got faster, and Optimus got a surprise for him. Neon gas tubes apeared on the walls, and a range of different colors illuminate inside Optimus's ass with all colors of the spectrum. It was a really shame R2-D2 couldn't smell the daisy fragance permeating Optimus Prime's anus. R2 had no nose.
I forgot what was written after 'R2 had no nose' ... Too busy laughing. Oh wait I remember... Yeah, for bowels that sounds like a lovely place to be, might visit there next summer.
As R2-D2 was a robot, even infrared and ultraviolet colors appeared, and that profusion of rainbow happyness filled R2-D2 with the purest passion he never had from his robotic pairs. He always was considered the freak of the robot school. Every robot dispised him, because of his adventurous ambition. He wanted to see the stars, the other life forms. He didn1t want to be a hamburger frying slave all of his life, doing menial tasks that no one would remember in the future. No, he wanted to be remembered, wanted to leave a mark on history.

His robotic schoolmates were just stupid for him, so he picked fights all the grades he did. Trouble was hhis name and no one loved him, because no one approved his future plans for his life. But finally, he found someone robot that can see him from inside, someone that want to please him, that wants to give a hand and collect nothing in return. C3-PO is his friend, but Optimus is his lover.
Easy to assume Prime is your lover when you're fully immersed in his anus while he's being jacked off by princess Leia. I wish this was my life.
To return the favour to Optimus opening his eyes to the sexual lust all robots should have in their lifes, R2-D2 started to expell small shock waves inside Optimus bowel, giving the Autobot the most tender demonstration of love and gratitute he ever recieved in his life. This action reflected at Optimus penis, that got slightly more elongated, something that pleased Leia:

    "Optimus Prime" said Princess Leia with a sensual voice, "you are a very horny individual!"

    "Oh Leia, don't say that. Actually, this is the first time someone rubs my dick."

    While rubbing Optimus dick with her humid engorged vagina, Leia felt a bit sorry for that robot:
'Poor giant robot' :(  *rub rub rub*
"Oh Optimus, you don't use your cock with much frequency don't you?"

    Optimus lowered his head and sighed:

    "...no. It is a problem being this tall. My autobot friends don't have sexual apeetites actually. Being the leader, I'm the only capable of maintaning sexual intercouse systems. No other autobot have it...and being anally penetrated don't really give me chills."
Hey Prime... I think I know of a few 'bots who are relatively the same size as you.... Who cares if they can't 'maintain sexual intercourse' ... Rape was invented for a reason.

Leia got tears in her eyes. She embrace Optimus dick very hard, trying to consolate that lone robot...but life is not that easy. She wanted to be twenty foot tall that moment.

"Allright!" said Jabba to Optimus from the microphone "my engineers are going to adapt this organic penis at your crotch. This will give somethnig more consitent in terms of action to our marvellous costumers." and a couple of alien men went and started to addaptate the strange alien penis to Prime's body.
WARNING: If you're standing up, sit down. If you're drinking, put the cup down, if you're eating, swallow that last mouthful and stop. You need to be prepared for this next sentence... Here goes..
That penis was the property of a long dead alien.
 Jar Jar Binks to be more exact.
No really! That actually just happened and you actually just read that!
After the jedi massacre by the Emperor and Lord Vader, Jar Jar was captured when he was hiding at Tatooine by Jabba's bontyhunters. He was tortured for a week without rest, and after that time, his body got quartered and his penis was sealed inside a carbonite container. A little trophy Jabba had been saving, but his new business need some sacrifices to be made, so now he uses Jar Jar's penis for a greater purpose.

After a while, it's done. The penis is active and Optimus can control it. His entire life he has been praying for a small penis, and now, he have one, given by his owner Jabba. Leia looked Optimus eyes and smilled tenderly. The Jar Jar penis got attached on the top of Optimus metal penis. It looked like a small phimosis.
 AAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHA... It looked like a small phimosis!! HAHAHAHAHA.. *breaths* ... God damn, this is by far the best thing I have ever read in my life. Way better than the very hungry caterpillar.
Leia climb his metal dick and reach the top. The moment arrived, finally, Optimus can fuck. Leia slowly put his alien dick inside her wet vagina, and Prime enjoy. Leia doesn't even is felling ashamed of showing her sexual skills in front of millions of spectators. This moment is owned by the two, and they live it to the maximum their bodies permit.

    But now, they are reaching their climaxes, and Optimus didn't thought a plan on how to go away. But Leia, while fucking looked to Optimus eyes and made lips movements, and Prime read her lips:

    "Contact...Luke...his phone number...is...1...2...3...63...26...7.4...2...4...753.1." and Optimus did. No one could know he was doing that, they had no telephone jammers at the Colisseum. While in contaact with Luke Skywalker, Optimus gave him cordinates of Jabba's palace, and now, he can save Leia.
Wait, this bit's awesome..
The climax arrived. This is the moment Optimus and Leia have been waiting, they consumation of their love for one another, the most pleasurable experience a robot can achieve in his fight directed existence. The Jar Jar penis is ready to cum...Leia's pussy is getting tighter...R2-D2 is already cuming his cumming liquids. ..and them...it fails.
IT FAILS?! Oh what? JAR JAR WHY DO YOU RUIN EVERYTHING?!

Jar Jar's penis get flacid and not a small drip of juice get out. It simply failed. Leia lowered her head, all of the costumers started to shout, profanize and throw tomatoes and lettuces at the sex slaves. Jabba got angry, because his plan got all wrong, and everyone want the money back. But the slaves will pay!

    After they returned inside Jabba's palace, Jabba started to talk to them:

    "Now, I gonna kill you all, starting by..." but he was interupted.

    "Sir, Luke Skywalker is heading to our direction." 
Hang on just a minute. AT the beginning of the story it took Megatron a couple of WEEKS to get to Jabba's palace... Skywalker can be spotted on his way there in a few minutes? Wtf? Was he next door or something?
"Luke uh...the execution will wait...come on robots and Leia...you Optimus, stay in the cage, or Leia dies in the Sarlacc pit if I come back and don't see you!" and Optimus stayied at the cell. Leia told him to go away. Luke could save them. But he wanted to stay...his love for her created a strong bound between them. But no, the autoboys are priority...he must go back and save them. Optimus sneaked out of the palace and stole a ship and headed to earth.
 AH-HAAA! Again with the Autoboys... Should be a boy band.

    While in the ship heading back...he felt something inside his pocket.
In his pocket? In his POCKET?! .... I don't know much about building robots, but I'm fairly sure they don't have pockets...
 It was a letter! From Leuia! It reads:

    "Optimus, we are in middle of a war, and you and your companions too. But, after all of this ends, please...come back. Now I know who the men of my life is...it's not Solo, it you. I must stay with him after you depart...but if you come back...my arms will be open for you. Love you so much, Leia" and the letter ends. Optimus knew he had a long battle against the Decepticons...but one day...he will make his woman happy...one day.
WONDERFUL! She spend weeks traveling the universe with poor ol' Solo, soon as a giant robot comes along and fucks her, she's ditchin' Solo... Typical.

I should point out now that ComicsNix is a notorious Fan Fic troll and he simply does this 'for the lulz'. I was gonna say that before you read it, but I thought that would take some of the magic away. HOWEVER! All typos are real... It's copied and pasted from the original... Nothing has been tempered with, I promise you. I couldn't make this story any better if my life depended on it.

Monday 13 December 2010

Sundays Hate Campaign

My dear followers and lurkers... From now on Ben Collins will no longer feature in Sundays Hate Campaign. Not because I don't hate him, because I still do, a lot. But here's the thing... I hate Ben for taking The Stig away from me in the first place, that should never have happened, but what over-writes my hatred for him, is my love for Top Gear, who has managed to somehow give the magic of Stig back to me. So, Mr. Collins, you will no longer be my resident 'Hated Thing' each week. Though I probably will remind you on occasion.

So this week I have someone new.... Cher Lloyd. Before tonight, I could happily ignore her and pretend she wasn't there. But then this happened...



If you're not angered by this in one way or another, you're very strange and I'd probably dislike you if I met you. Sorry. Anyways... The lyrics that she is 'singing' in this clip are from a Deadmau5 track called 'Sofi Needs A Ladder' .. usually these lyrics are sung by Tommy Lee's partner, Sofi.



Apart from the fact that Cher Lloyd should never have been there to sing that song. If you cast your mind back to the beginning of the competition she claimed that she 'writes her own raps' ... Hmm... Somethings not right here, since she has never sang or rapped an original line in the whole show (Well, from what I've watched of it, which is a lot more than I should have) Anyways, it pissed me off is what I'm saying. I'm not sure if there's a rational reason for it tbh. Maybe its because it's yet another Deadmau5 track on a national TV show. Maybe it's because Cher Lloyd has always been an ugly little troll. Or maybe it's because she's stealing lyrics and tunes from other artists and palming them off as her own. So...

Dear Cheryl Cole,
Firstly, change your name back to whatever it was before you married that football guy, you're confusing me. Secondly, your strange little dolly is a liar and a thief and she can't sing.
Yours faithfully,
Deadmau5 fans, Sofi Fans and pretty much all of the UK.

Tuesday 7 December 2010

Mitch McCann's review of Deadmau5's 4X4=12...

I was made aware of this 'review' yesterday just before I had to catch up on some beauty sleep, so I couldn't write yesterday. However.. Hi, I'm here today. Before I start, it's better you read the review for yourself.

*Waits for you to come back*

So, lets break this down shall we. Starting with on major error in the first sentence.
"Ever since Daft Punk broke down the doors of what a techno group could do with their late 2000 single “One More Time”
 If you're going to write a review on a certain genre... You should probably research into that genre... Stating with it's proper title. Which would be 'House' in this case. Or at the very least 'Dance', that way, you've broadened your scope. Also, in the line following this, he mentions that "technology’s place in music has increased exponentially" ... Err... Hasn't it everywhere? Since the birth of music, musicians have been using the newest technology available, it hasn't just happened since 'One More Time'.

My next issue is this line...
"Their epic tapestries of music forced techno into the mainstream and not only presented themselves to the world, but paved the way for others to do so as well."
 And my problem is this. Daft Punk were very well established a long time before 'One More Time', in fact I'd say about 5 years before that with their debut single 'Da Funk' and the follow up 'Around The World' which was huge. Those are the songs that put Daft Punk and French House on the map. I'm not sure whether Mitch was around in the 90's, or whether he was genetically frozen from 1990 to 1999, but I seem to remember a huge chunk of it being all about Dance music. In fact, so was the 80's and 70's - More-so if anything. Daft Punk didn't bring Dance music to the lime-light. Without Funk, we would not have House. Anyway, I'm going off course. Also.... There's that 'Techno' mistake again.

Next is this... Which doesn't make much sense in my opinion...
"However, not all press is good press and sometimes just because you can produce music, doesn’t mean you should."
 Pretty sure it does, Mitch. Unless you want people who can't produce music to do it?  A word to any producers who can do it properly... You definitely should. Because I'm sick of Will.I.Am. Oh and the first line "Not all press is good press"... Where is this press coming from Mitch? If you're talking about press involving Deadmau5, I'm pretty sure most of it is good press mate. And if it isn't, it's usually people who are ill-informed of the genre *cough* or people who think he's a 'sell-out'. But whatever right? He's got the cash to do what the fuck he wants because he's been a success. I wonder why that is.

Now. If you are someone who listens to and knows about Dance and it's sub-genres. The next few lines are a direct hit to the gonads. Or vag. Whatever.

"but to those who are able to listen to his music while not under the influence and away from the glamour and stigma of the genre are able to see that these trance, Tech-House, electro, dance, dubstep (or whatever the fuck you want to call them) beats belong alongside Ke$ha in some trashy club, not on your iTunes."
First of all. I have never been to a gig/rave/party/club where everyone is out of their fucking nut and thats the only reason they enjoy the music. Actually, most of the people I know who listen to dance are under 20, a lot who are under 18 and CAN'T go to clubs and gigs. And guess what... they're what built these artists up from the ground. They're the ones who have gone out and bought the albums, the singles, the tee shirts and spread the word about them. So maybe, Mitch, in the future, you'll actually stop to think about who is actually listening to these artists on their itunes. Unless you wanna go by ugly stereotypes and spread that shit all over the internet... Oh and Ke$ha? You really have no idea about this genre do you?

For a genre that has and will continue to gain considerable ground and no doubt continue to inch its way into the mainstream, “performers” like deadmau5 will soon be idolized, the Springsteen in a genre that will one day be king, and that makes me terribly, terribly sad.
Does it? You wanna know what makes me sad? Bullshit popstars who don't write their own songs, mimes on stage and are pretty much only famous because society deems them 'Pretty' filling up the charts with their crap. Thats what makes me sad. So bring on the 'Trance, Tech-House, electro, dance, dubstep (or whatever the fuck you want to call them)' artist who have some fucking talent to fill up to top 40.

Mitch then goes on to attack then listens of Deadmau5 (or House, I still can't tell whether he just ranting about a genre he will never understand)
"These derivative beats are solely for hipsters that consider themselves too hip to be hipsters to bump in their car or in their over-priced, over-sized headphones."
Wrong. We sit on the internet all night talking about how much we hate people like you. We don't even have cars. And my rather small headphones were £25. Cheap compared to what 'Hipsters' actually buy, which is probably something ridiculously over priced from Apple.
"I almost pity Zimmerman, because the tough thing about techno is you’re either “it” or you’re nothing"




And heres the track that Deadmau5 is most famous for...



And there's Daft Punks 'One More Time'...




And finally...
"and when your contemporaries are the likes of Daft Punk, Justice and LCD Soundsystem, it’s hard not to look like just another guy with a gigantic foam mousehead and a laptop."
So... Where exactly are these other guys with giant foam mau5heads? I only see one. And he's done a lot better then you with just 'a laptop'. Which by the way, turns out to actually be, a G5 MacBook Pro, Apoge Ensemble soundcard, a 16×16 Monome DJ controller, a Pioneer DJM 800, a Pioneer EFX 1000 and two ipads to replace the Lemur that broke.


So, my advice to anyone planning on 'reviewing' an album. Firstly get the artists genre right. Secondly.. Don't mention Daft Punk if it's a 'dance' artist and thirdly.. Actually review the album. I dunno if you noticed, but Mitch didn't actually do that.

Sunday 5 December 2010

Sundays Hate Campaign... Plus Special Guest.

This weeks 'Sundays Hate Campaign' has a very special guest.... Snow.

I'll get Mr. Collins over and done with now, so.
 Now onto the snow. I was going to write about this the first day it snowed, but I thought it would be better if I let my grumpiness build up inside me for a few days, and then let it all out in one go. It snowed for about four days here in the UK, which irritated me enough in the first place. But what annoyed me more than the fact that it snowed, was the facebook status updates making sure I didn't forget that there was some frozen water falling from the sky. Not to mention the photo uploads.
'Yes, I realise it's snowing, I've been out in it all day, I can see it through my window, I don't need it on my PC screen...Please kindly stop it'.
'But it's so pretty'
Lets just get something straight right now. Snow is only ever pretty on mountains or in Forrest's where people rarely go. NOT when it's a grey slush that has been trampled on to within an inch of it's annoying life. People ruin the beauty of many things, but snow would be the number one example.

This is how snow can be pretty.

On Friday night it rained quite heavily, so I thought 'Ah, that'll melt away the rest of the snow that hasn't fucked off already'. It didn't. It just made everything more slippery and slushier than before, making walking to the shops about as safe as playing Russian Roulette. Where I could, I walked in the road, which, lets be honest, is the wrong place for a pedestrian. It pretty much gives out the message 'I'd rather be hit by a car than fall into the cold snow'... Which I would rather. I hate the cold and I hate it even more when the cold is accompanied but wet.

I refuse to let this happen to me.
However... An upside to the rain was it warmed a bit. And when I say a bit, I mean I could cut down the sock wearing from seven pairs to about 5. I could also take off my thermal catsuit, which I had been wearing for three days. Next week, I'll be back to wearing my trademark outfit...

Wednesday 1 December 2010

Dear Facebook...

Here are a few issues I've noticed on facebook since I got out of the bath ten minutes ago.

Failure to deliver three status updates to the new feed AND my wall.
Failure to delete two of afore-mentioned statuses when they finally and randomly did appear on my wall.
Failure to keep all three status updates on my wall.
Failure to delete an inbox message.
Repeatedly sending me teh same two notifications... 5 times in ten minutes...
Opening and closing my chat box in the middle of conversations.

Now, Facebook, I am going to assume that you are not a 5 year old and the you can indeed fix these problems. I'm sure it can't be that difficult? This may sound a little crazy, but perhaps you could fix the existing problems on facebook instead of trying to 'improve' everything else. Everything worked relatively well before you started messing around with things.

Sincerly,
Pissed of member.