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Note to self 433: 01/04/2017
And thusly did 2016 end its reign of terror, not with a whimper, but with a bang, taking out Carrie Fisher, her mother Debbie Reynolds, and George Michael in a last desperate gasp of attention-whore-itis, like a death curse from The Dresden Files book series.
Fuck you, 2016. I hate you so much. I haven't been this utterly miserable for a year since 1999 when a long-time friend stabbed me in the chest, ripped out my heart, and feasted on it with a smile on her face. Oh, Jesus fuck, it took me way too long to get over that...
Anyway, I've bitched about the shitfest that 2016 was (for me personally) in the past (what with being away from my wife for most of the year, the stress of moving and a new job, losing family members, paying two mortgages for a long-ass time, coming to terms with Trump and Clinton as our only real presidential candidates, and not having the shitty dog die), so I'll just let that go. We're in 2017 now. We've got to pick up the pieces and start living again.
They're will be new Star Wars, Guardians of the Galaxy, and Spider-Man movies this year, new concerts to go to, new restaurants to try, hopefully new vacations to experience, and probably new friends to meet. I have to focus on that now and just forget the giant vomit-fest that the universe hurled all over us this past year.
But first, here's one last recollection of all the things I've seen, read, and witnessed over the last twelve months that I have not covered on this site before:
Passengers: Chris Pratt and Jennifer Lawrence's first film together is about a poor slob who accidentally gets woken up from cryostasis on a star ship with 90 years left to go before the cruiser reaches its destination, and everybody else wakes up for their new life on a planet 60 light-years away from Earth. After a year of living on this ship with a robot bartender as his only friend, Pratt barely stops himself from committing suicide one day, only to then lay eyes on sexy J. Law's sleep-pod. With a boner in his pocket, he selfishly wakes her up in order to woo her and bang her, and not go crazy from the loneliness.
I actually came out of the theater thinking that this movie wasn't all that bad, but then I spent some time considering all I had just witnessed. Then I read some articles about the shitty science and MAJOR plot holes in the story, and now I can see just how terrible it really is. None of the narrative makes sense if you think about it for more than a minute, and what Pratt did to J. Law is absolutely reprehensible. Yeah, everybody on the ship would have died if he didn't wake her up when he did, but that just seems like the screenwriter covering his own ass when he couldn't come up with a real ending on his own. You can skip it.
Angie Tribeca: Holy goddamn shit! How did I miss this show when it first debuted? Angie Tribeca is the love child of Leslie Nielson's Police Squad and Parks and Recreation. It's slapstick police detectivery at its finest! Angie Tribeca is the LAPD's best and toughest detective, and every case she comes across is filled with a crapload of puns, perverted medical examiners, and the nicest screaming lieutenant you've ever met. Every scene is packed with large and small jokes, which makes for great repeat viewing. I love every character in this thing, especially James Franco's Sgt. Pepper. I hope this show lives forever.
The Gentlemen Bastards: The Gentlemen Bastard book series, by Scott Lynch, is like nothing you've ever read before!... No, that's really a lie. You've probably read lots of books with this kind of setting and these basic characters: a Renaissance world filled with thieves, dark mages, and alchemy, where the main characters (a tight group of swindlers led by one uber-gent named Locke Lamora) rule the city in the night, plundering and conniving their way through the richest folk's pocketbooks with mirthy glee.... Until trouble comes to River City and they get royally fucked over by a revenge plot having to do with their crime lord boss and the upper crust of the town.
So far three novels have been released dealing with Locke and his crew, but a fourth is coming out soon... Maybe. It seems that Lynch is taking a page from George R.R. Martin when it comes to writing speed. Good shit though. Worth the wait.
Berserk: When the first Berserk anime series ended, everybody in my anime club in college lost their collective shit over that terrible cliffhanger. The show itself was amazing, but that ending... We were all pissed off more than a proverbial knight rescuing a damsel in a chastity belt only to realize he left his can opener at home. I personally tried to read the manga in order to see what happened after Guts' fall from glory, but it was taking forever to come ou, get translated, and make it to American bookstores.
But then, almost 20 years later, we were given the gift of more Berserk anime!... And I fucking HATED it. I couldn't watch more than 10 minutes of the premiere episode. The animation is the WORST shitty 3-D CGI you've ever seen. Everything is so stiff, all the character designs look awful, and the worlds are just bland and boring. It's seriously 10Xs worse than the "animation" in Knights of Sidonia, which I found terrible at the time. Who greenlights this shit? Who sees the initial CGI character models and thinks "Meh, that'll do"? Who do I need to hunt down and threaten and murder, or murder and threaten to get a mulligan on this series? I really do want to see more Berserk, just not like this... Not like this...
Westworld: HBO can really get things right when they really want to — when they just let the creative forces behind their shows do what they do best. Band of Brothers, Game of Thrones, Last Week Tonight, and now Westworld. Westworld is a revamp of an old 1970s Michael Crichton written and directed flick most famous for Yul Brynner's malfunctioning Gunslinger robot in a Western-themed adult adventure park. This new HBO version is much richer (both in budget and writing), dirtier (bloodier and sexier), and better acted (with Hannibal Lecter himself running the place) than the earlier movie. It's 10 episodes of confusion, backstabbing, and time-traveling storytelling that freed my mind and made me smile in ways that only stomping poodles could previously. I recommend this show for anyboey who DOESN'T constantly ask "Who is he? Why's he doing that? Didn't that guy already die?" while watching confusing shit in the company of others.
Kuma Miko: AKA, Girl Meets Bear. A cute story of a small mountain village shrine priestess in Hicksville, Japan who wants nothing more than to move to the big city. However, her best friend is a large talking bear who constantly warns her away from this dream, claiming that she has no idea how to get along in such a strange and hostile environment. It's silly, goofy, utterly mindlessly enjoyable fun... Up until the last 2 episodes, when Machi (the shrine priestess in question) finally goes to the city, realizes that she is nothing but a small-town hick girl who doesn't belong amongst all the civilized people in the concrete jungle, and then runs back to the mountains, becoming so traumatized by her experiment to grow and learn shit that she reverts into the mind of a retarded toddler... At least that's how the ending was described to me. I only watched up to episode 10, and was fervidly warned away from finishing it. The internet apparently agrees with all those who cautioned me from wrapping this series up.
The Expanse: The Expanse book series, by James S. A. Corey, is a hard sci-fi tale that feels like a space-faring Blade Runner, only with more militaristic overtones. Yeah, it's been made into a SyFy channel show (which I will admit looks really damn good, and as of the first and only episode that I saw seemed to be a great translation of the novels), but the books are better.
The story takes place in the near-far future, and follows one James Holden, and his small crew of ex-ice-haulers (moving ice from the outer planets to the asteroid belt colonies), as they get caught up in shit way beyond their pay grade. It seems that Earth and the humans who colonized Mars are in a tense military standoff, but then Holden and his crew get caught up in a solar system-wide FUBAR event that might mean the end of life for everyone, everywhere. If you have time, I recommend it. If you just want to watch the TV show, meh, I won't stop you.
And that's pretty much all that I can think of. Oh! I guess I could tell you that Arrival was awesome, and that chick from Veronica Mars' new show, The Good Place, with Sam Malone as an insane angel, was pretty baller.... And the anime My Hero Academia was garbaaaaaaaaaage. And I somehow missed Assassination Classroom season 2. I ought to get on that.
Anyway, here's hoping that 2017 is much better and friendlier than 2016. Yeah, Trump is taking office soon with the other two branches of the government in his pocket, so Net Neutrality is all but sunk, but I'll be looking on the bright side until the universe straight up drops a deuce in my Cheerios. Gotta look on the bright side... I mean, there's no WAY 2017 can be WORSE than 2016, right?.... Oh god, please tell me I'm right....
Note to self 432: 11/30/2016
It's been a while, but I actually had a pretty damn good holiday break! It was the perfect length (not too short, not too long), I got to see family I haven't seen in a year, I got to host my nephews and a niece at my house for movie night, and I saw a ton of good movies. And something about Thanksgiving food stuffs.
It all started with my brother bringing his entire family into town (he's got like a million kids... But he doesn't own a farm in the 1800s. It's weird). We went to the UGA football game that weekend, hung out at my parents' house, and then late Sunday I drove home so that I could go to work on Monday. Monday night though my brother drove to my downtown Atlanta office and dropped his brood off with me so that I could take them to my place, teach them how to make homemade French-bread pizza and cookie shakes, and then I made them watch all of Giant Robo on my big screen, surround sound system.
Unfortunately, since the youngest nephew wasn't able to keep up with subtitles all that well, we watched the Giant Robo dub... But not the 90s Manga Entertainment dub (which although not a great translation, had some of the best over-the-top voices, and some of the most amazing lines in any dubbed production outside of El Hazard), but instead the newer Media Blasters English dub. While not terrible, the new dub is boring. They do a better job with the translation in this newer production, but most of the male voices sounded the same, and there were lines (from the original Japanese) that I know that they still left out. I wish I wrote down specifics, but I never got the chance.
Anyway, despite this, the kids loved the holy hell out of it (even the oldest boy, who's "too cool" for most things nowadays), and they openly wondered why more shit couldn't be made that was this great and insanely different from all the other crap that we as consumers normally get. I had no answers for them, as I still ponder the same existential questions myself. They also bugged me to show them the next Giant Robo chapter after episode 7 was over. I lied and told them, "Um, it's in production now." I just couldn't break their little hearts by telling them the truth: that it's been close to 20 years now and it is not looking very likely that we'll ever see any more of Imagawa-sensei's Robo... Sad Robo.
Tuesday morning I then made everybody French toast and bacon (LOTS of bacon, because I'm an awesome uncle), then we watched some American movies before the rest of my family came over to see my new house... And get frightened by my possibly possessed cat. My cat, Taiga, is the sweetest curl-up-in-your-lap cat you've ever seen, but she apparently dislikes strangers, and she can also make the most unholy, shriekiest noises I've ever heard outside of the first time I witnessed a velociraptor scream in the original Jurassic Park movie. The kids were terrified by the fluffy 9lb beast. Even my adult family members kept from trying to pet her, which in hindsight was probably a good idea. I ended up putting her in a bedroom for the remainder of the family's visit, for everybody's safety.
Anyway, during the week I got to see Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and Moana (both fun, and Maui's "You're Welcome" song is still stuck in my head), ate a buttload of turkey and ham and stuffing and pie, crippled a hobo (it was an accident!... and by that I mean a dare), and then broke my left wrist playing football with the entire family. Well, it's only "severely sprained," says the doctor, but it crunched, and a week later it still fucking KILLS, even in the sturdy brace the physician gave me.
Anyway, here's what you were probably waiting for me to get to; my thoughts on the Gilmore Girls revival, A Year in the Life, which just came out the day after Turkey Day. I thought about blaming Cupcake for making me watch this, but she would have violently denied it, and besides, I'm pretty sure I boasted about my love for the Girls back when the show originally aired.
My initial thoughts on the 4-part Netflix original Gilmore series are these: Lorelei is looking rough nearing 50, and Rori is apparently a whore now. Other than that it felt like meeting up with an old friend and falling right back into the great chemistry that we always had. Stars Hollow is still Stars Hollow, and the troubadour is still playing on the corner of the town square. It was almost exactly what it needed to be... Except for Papa Gilmore being dead, and Rori being a whore.
I realize that drama is what shows like this are all about, but did they really have to make Rori — the girl who had the world at her feet at the end of the original series — a walking disaster in this short series? And contrary to most of the critics, I loved all the cameos. From Rachel Ray, to Alex Kingston, to the Troubadour, to Dean, to Sookie finally showing up in the last ep. I think that besides just having them appear for a quick laugh or an "Oh! I remember them!" moment, they actually did something for the narrative. Dean more than anyone else, actually. His appearance made Rori realize that she'd been fucking up her life for the last few years, and she seemed to really envy what he had. That short conversation and look she had after bumping into him did more to make me sympathize for her than the rest of her screen-time where she was just bumping uglies with that rich douche she used to date in the original series (who is engaged to someone else in this revival), or scoring one-night-stands with guys in Chewbacca outfits after failing in her professional life over and over and over again.
And yes, that Chewbacca thing actually happened.
They set it up for more if this is a hit, but I'm okay with where things ended here. Maybe in another 10-15 years they can revive Stars Hollow and do something new. I'd be okay with that. That is if Amy Sherman-Palladino is in charge again (she was booted for the 7th season as showrunner, and it shows. That was a bad, bad season).
There. Not embarrassed by my GG love. Plus, when it first debuted, Lorelei was something like 32 and hot as hell. That was 16 years ago, man. Hard to hold that against her now.
Oh, and on Saturday I found out that Six Flags is open for the weekends till the end of the year, and that their 2017 season passes were 70% off, and they included free parking and access to the park for the rest of 2016. So I got me a pass and went. I rode all the roller coasters, and everything else that I wanted to in the park two to three times in 2 and a half hours. I was cold, tired, but happy. I plan to go again this upcoming weekend. And the weekend after that. It's only 10 minutes from my house, so WHY THE FUCK NOT?
And finally, I saw that first-person
video game movie, Hardcore Henry on Sunday. It was surprisingly better than it had any right to be, but the non-stop action bored me after a while. The ending though, it really had me laughing with the "twist" and just how suddenly and fantastically it ended. Worth a watch if it ever comes on Netflix.
And that's it. Nobody died this Thanksgiving (well, nobody that I personally know... I mean, law of averages, I'm sure PLENTY of people actually died this Thanksgiving), and only I was seriously injured. That's a rarity for me. I didn't even get to dress up as a pilgrim and beat Jimmy Jammer with a Bible as if he were an Indian. I guess that tradition is broken. Maybe I'll get back to it next year.
Note to self 431: 11/16/2016
This past week will go down in my own personal history book as the second shittiest week in the shittiest year that I have yet experienced. It's a well known fact that 2016 fucking SUCKS. It's full of disappointment, change, stress, death, crappy movies, terrible TV shows, and most recently the 2016 US Election (that forced us to elect either Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton to the highest office in the land).
This election...... Goddamn it. South Park had never been more right about us having to choose between a Giant Douche and a Turd Sandwich. Both were the WORST candidates that their respective political parties could have forced upon us. One stood for lies, scandals, distrust, misogyny, hate, incompetence, Wall Street, and the top 1%, and the other was Donald Trump.
Well, in the end, somehow, because apparently America is a lot more full of racists and sexists than I thought, Donald Trump was elected to the position of President. A man who has gone bankrupt multiple times, brought up his cock size in a national debate, has declared war on a popular comedian for pointing out how tiny his hands are, has claimed he will build a literal wall at the Mexican border (and somehow make Mexico pay for it), and who looks like he stapled a dead ginger cat to his head has become the 45th elected President of the United States... The ONLY thing that could have been just as bad would have been if Hillary was elected.
Oh well, we'll deal. We'll get past it. We always do. Hell, we (as a country) made it through Taft's presidency. Fuck Taft.
Anyway, I do find it smart of Trump to make himself Assassination-proof by appointing that religious nut Pence as his VP. If anybody wants to take out Trump, they'd have to make sure that Pence was right behind him, or else we'd reeeeeally be in the shithouse as a country. Uuuuugh. *Shiver*
Anyway, after starting the long road to recovery of the post-election world, I found some comfort in the fact that the new Nintendo NES Classic gaming system was going to drop on Friday, November 11. After the complete FUBAR of the Wii release in 2006, I was at first a little wary of how this was going to go down, but since the NES Classic isn't a new gaming system (it's just an original NES emulator with 30 preprogrammed games on it), and because Nintendo had a press release stating that they were producing so many of the consoles that anybody who wanted one would have one right out of the gate, well, I naturally assumed that I'd have one in my giant, ham-hock-sized hands by mid-morning Friday.
Even so, I found myself not taking any chances and running over to Toys R Us just as their doors opened at 9AM that morning. There was already a small line inside the store in the video game section, so I just jumped in at the end thinking, "Hey, this is easy!"
But then the lady in front of me turned to me and asked if I was there for the NES Classic, and I said, "Yup!" She then told me that they already gave out tickets to everyone who was waiting in line before the store opened, and they only had 12, and those 12 were all accounted for alread.
Fuck you, Nintendo.
I then ran over to the GameStop on the East side of town. There was a line of 18 people ahead of me, but it was obvious that most of them were groups of family members (e.g. husband and wife, or mom and 4 kids), and if this GameStop got 12 systems in themselves I'd be sitting pretty.
At 9:30AM, the GameStop manager came out and announced that they only had 11 NES Classics for sale. I cursed outloud (as did everybody behind me), but then I asked him to distribute tickets to the line so that we'd know for sure if we would get one or not. Everyone agreed that that was a great idea (thanks, Toys R Us!), and so the manager ran back inside to get some paper and a pen.
When he returned, he warned the crowd that because the console was so limited, they would only sell one unit per person. BIG fucking mistake. You see, the obese, fat-feet-pouring-out-of-her-poor-sandals wearing, dipshit, almost toothless, skanky mother who was second in line asked the man the following question after hearing his declaration.
"Uhhhhhh," she started, as if pondering whether she should start with either the two large, stuffed-crust pizzas and 4 liters of Pepsi, or the buffet at the all-you-can-eat Chinese restaurant that she has brunch at every weekday first. "So, uh, mah kids is people too, right? So like, they's each of 'em want to buy that there Nintendo thing. I's gots like 4 kids... See, you kin count 'em! That's alright, right?"
The manager had nothing to say to that, and he handed Fat Alberta a ticket, and then one to each of her unbathed hellspawn, ages 3 months to 6 years.
That's when me and everybody behind me yelled out "FUCK YOOOOOOOU!" to both the manager and the bipedal blue whale in a red mumu.
I then ran to the second GameStop in town (same deal), then the FYE and Sears (neither got any in), and then Best Buy (16 units, all sold out in the first minute) before finally giving up. I then went home and put a request for any friends in town to grab me one if they miraculously found one in their daily shopping routines. And THEN I started reading up on other people's experiences that morning. All across the country people were coming away with the same conclusion that I had come to about the NES Classic: Nintendo deliberately kept supplies low in order to ramp up interest. And low and behold, ALL of the major news outlets had huge stories about the rarity of the new-old system.
This is absolute bullshirt though... The NES Classic is NOT cutting edge technology that requires the newest processors and chips, it's 30-year old tech. Nintendo had months to get plenty in the stores on day one, but that's not their MO. And it's really pissing me off.
Anyway, after grumbling online about it, Estaflowne reminded me that one could play the very games that the NES Classic was pimping right now, IF one had an actual original NES. I thought to myself, "Yeah, I could hook it up on my TV, but it'll look like crap without connecting with an HDMI cable." But then I remembered that even with the NES Classic's fancy new HDMI connection, the games it plays will STILL look 8-bit. That's WHAT THEY ARE.
And so I hooked up my NES that I got as a gift from my uncle back in 1987 (still works like a charm), played some original Zelda, blasted through Ninja Gaiden (with the help of my 1st gen Game Genie from Galoob), and then did a speed run through the first 4 Temples in Zelda 2 using my old saved game from when I last beat it (and got to keep all my spells that I earned, and levels for health, magic, and strength). I didn't need no Game Genie for Zelda 2, fool! I fucking OWN that shit!
On top of that, the original Nintendo's controllers had a 9-fucking-foot cord! Which is awesome! The NES Classic? 3 feet. What the fuck, man?
My point is this: Nintendo just lost a SHIT TON of easy cash from people like me who'd been patiently waiting for the NES Classic for the past few months. I had been storing up all my nostalgia for this weekend, and when Nintendo failed to deliver I simply plugged in the system that I already owned. Yeah, I never did own the original Kid Icarus, or Star Tropics, or Castlevania I, but I can plug in Metroid, Zelda, and Castlevania III and have just as good a time without blowing another $60. All my friends are doing this too. It's a goddamn blast! And, it seems we're getting the itch for classic gaming out of our systems too; meaning that when Nintendo "finds" more NES Classics to line store shelves with, a lot less people will jump on them.
They had our sales IN THE BAG, but they fucked it up. Fuck you, Nintendo. And fuck Donald Trump too.
Note to self 430: 07/20/2016
So Pokemon Go fever is sweeping the fucking nation. In just a little over a week's time since it's official debut it has become the thing to play by everyone everywhere — from 5 year-olds to that one old man wheeling around that 80-something woman in a wheelchair at the mall this past weekend looking for Pokestops or pocket monsters to digitally catch in augmented-reality (we're ALMOST at Dennou Coil levels of tech, folks! So close!).
Now, I'm down with the Pokemans. I'm not that advanced in Pokemon Go yet, but after 9 days of playing I've captured/evolved/hatched over 60 (out of 143) of those little fuckers. But tossing digital Pokeballs at imaginary creatures on a screen just wasn't doing enough for me. It just wasn't REAL enough.
So I went to Doctor Dave and called in a favor. I showed him a webpage that listed all 721 of the Pokemon (that I was aware of), and told him to genetically create as many of them as he could, and also create a device, like a Pokeball, that could capture the creatures in a real-world game that would put Pokemon Go to shame!
So over the course of just a couple of days (I'm willing to bet that the good Doctor had already been creating Pokemon before I called on him), Doctor Dave had done what I was afraid was the impossible: he gave the world a live-action Pokemon game with real monsters and real Pokeballs! I was amazed... And a bit creeped out by seeing all those beasts with real-world features. They are not half as cuddly as they look in the game when you see their furry, scaly, slimy, gassy, and feathery hides with bug-eyes in real life.
I then gathered Team Rossman and some of Team Greenwood to participate in the first ever real-world Poke-hunt! Me, Cupcake, the MegaPlayboy, Chi-Chi, Carl, Robot Pedro, Karen, Jimmy Jammer, Angry Amy, Kuni, Captain Rugged, Mehve, the Wolfman, Tammi with an "i", Chef Jax, Good Lenin, Shawn-G, Mikey, Psycho Weasel, and my dog Kyoshi, all lined up outside the South-side blast-doors of Doctor Dave's hidden bunker-lab at 6PM on Monday night. The doors went up, and over 700 real (genetically mutated) animals burst out from their confinement and ran for their lives! Well, one 1200-lb Snorlax ripped Jimmy Jammer to shreds and made a pillow out of him to take a nap on, but the rest bolted like a Kenyan with a Warlord's kill squad on their ass!
Carl was the first one to get over his awe at seeing these mythical creatures in the flesh (some a little more disturbing than their cartoon counterparts, but still majestic), and he threw the first Pokeball at a very impressive 20-foot long Arbok (a big, purple King Cobra-like Pokeman) before it could slip into the woods and down to the creek. The first throw connected, the 4-inch diameter Pokeball opened up, and the Arbok was swallowed into its gaping maw in a bright flash of light before closing again like a round ghost trap from Ghostbusters (the original, great Ghostbusters movie, not the shitty, unfunny, really stupid remake that I haven't even seen yet but am judging anyway). Everybody applauded!
Everybody then stopped clapping though when Carl went to collect the Arbok-containing orb (with that huge shit-eating grin on his face). He couldn't budge it an inch. He even pulled a hernia trying to look all tough in front of Chef Jax whilst straining like a constipated baboon on the toilet. That's when he kicked the Pokeball and broke his toe.
I figured out what was wrong pretty quickly. I turned to Doctor Dave (who sat nearby in a lawn chair sipping on a frozen peach daiquiri). "Hey, uh, Doc," I said. "Um, do those Pokeballs shrink the mass of the creature that they capture? Or is that one Pokeball with a gigantic snake inside actually about 2,000 pounds right now?"
"Oh," Doctor Dave said, "I may be a super-scientist, but I can't fuck with the basic laws of physics, my dear, dense boy. Not since I once ended the universe.... But luckily it restarted after a few hundred-thousand years. Wait, what? Nothing. Oh, and by the way, most of those Poke-beasts are carnivorous and haven't eaten all day."
I then jumped on top of a big boulder nearby and screamed for the crew to quiet down and listen to me (well, the remaining crew, seeing as some bug-like thing with scythe-arms [that reminded me of Gigan from the Godzilla movies] had recently ripped the MegaPlayboy in half and was laying eggs inside of his open chest cavity).
"Friends and retards!" I started my inspirational speech. "It has come to my attention that merely hunting these Pokemons down and throwing a ball at them may not be enough! So, it is my advice to switch up our operation from containment to elimination!"
I then ran back into Doctor Dave's lab and rolled out a large rack of guns and grenades that I knew the Doc kept around for just such an emergency, or if he ever decided that he wanted to snap or hold off the National Guard for a few years. Doctor Dave objected, but I passed out the guns and ammo to all those around me, and a few neighborhood kids who happened to be passing by, and promised everyone a Charizard BBQ as a reward when all the Poke-bloodshed was over! FYI, Charizards are self grilling.
The battle raged for over 15 hours, and many bullets were spent, and much blood was spilled. We got over 200 of the creatures (many of whom could beg for their lives in growling-like English, just to make sure that we all had nightmares later) before we found out that Doctor Dave actually had a killswitch on him that turned all the monsters into primordial soup with one push of a button. I knew why he waited till then to push the clicker — not to save lives or cut down on the poke-destruction, but because the cops were starting to narrow down their search to the origin of the man-eating Pokemon massacre to his hidden lab — but in the end I didn't care. Nobody of consequence died (well, a school bus filled with primary school kids going to summer camp got devoured by a Growlithe, the mayor was disemboweled by a Kingler, and a Cubone took off its skull helmet to bash in the head of the Pope who was visiting town), and everybody in my group had a great time! And it turns out that Bulbasaur meat tastes oddly like a mix of pork and a Greek salad..... We had to take a late-night dinner break to gather our strength back. Don't judge us.
Real life Pokemoning gets two thumbs up from me! A+++++++! I would highly recommend!
Note to self 429: 07/13/2016
I've bought a couple of new cars/trucks in the past. I thought that I was the baws when it came to negotiating and wheeling and dealing with new car salesmen, but apparently they are a different breed entirely from USED car salesmen. This past weekend I learned that there actually is a profession that has earned its negative accolades in movies and TV shows, and that I wish almost all used car salesmen on big dealer lots to die horrible, Zombie-Gregor Clegane-led deaths.
Things started out a few weeks ago when Cupcake's 16-year-old Toyota Camry crapped out its catellytic converter, and then its battery just up and died this past Thursday night. The battery was only a year old, which led me to believe that the alternator was the culprit, and then the ol' Camry just gave up and passed the Matrix of Leadership on to another Autobot who would rise from the ranks to lead us all till the day when all are won.
So we spent all of Friday afternoon and evening driving from car lot to car lot, looking for dealerships with large quantities of used vehicles. The first place we actually stopped at was a huge Ford dealership that I had heard had the largest stock of new and used cars in the tri-county area.
This big lug of an ex-college football player came out (one eye looking at me, and one at Cupcake), introduced himself as a salesman — but more importantly as a starting linebacker in the University of Alabama's 1977 - 1979 season — took us inside the Used Car HQ, and then spent 20 minutes trying to get us to talk about collegiate sports before even hinting at the fact that we seemed to be there to buy a car.
This guy (whom I'll call Curly) was a nice enough fellow, but he admitted right off the bat that there was only ONE vehicle in the entire lot that matched our price range and requirements (meaning something not ancient as dirt that still had a few good years left in it, with air-conditioning that worked, and power windows, that was between $7K and $10K... Yeah, we live large!). Cupcake and I looked at each other, then out the dealership office windows (where we had been sitting for what seemed like an eternity drinking little bottles of water with the dealership's logo on them) at the gigantic sea of used cars spread out to beyond the horizon.
"You have hundreds, if not thousands of used cars out there, right? And only one below 10 grand?" I asked. He nodded in sad commiseration. Then he told us that the one car he was talking about was already out on a test drive and we'd have to wait to see it.
I wanted to leave, but Cupcake wanted to see it since we were already there. So we waited. And waited. After another 20 minutes the car came back, and Curly got all excited for us to check it out. The car turned out to be a 2007 Dodge Something or Other. It had 150,000 miles on it. It had specks of rust all over the doors where it had car doors, and shopping carts — and possibly pedestrians — thrown into it. It was not a very good automobile.
So Cupcake got into the driver's seat, Curly sat next to her in the passenger seat, and I sat in the back. It was comfy enough, but had the faint smell of cigarettes (with a hint of vomit or old cheese... I couldn't be sure) permeating my nostrils from every piece of upholstry around me. Oh, and instead of a quick one or two mile test drive, Curly had us drive around (seemingly aimlessly) for over 12 miles. Jesus fucking Christ... 12 miles, in city traffic.
We got back to the dealership after a half a goddamn hour, and Curly thought he'd gotten a sale. I had to inform him that this piece of shit we were trapped in for over thirty minutes was NOT what we wanted, and that we were going to leave.
He looked apologetic, but understanding, but then he twitched like somebody flipped an on-switch to his nervous system. "Oh!" he almost screamed. "Oh no! Please don't go yet! Please just wait here and tell my boss that I showed you a car!" He ran back into the dealership before I could say "Fuck you, tater tot," and soon dragged an even older man out with him. This new guy looked skeezy as hell. Slicked-back hair, douchie smirk on his mouth, and eyes that said "I'd sell my daughter for a buck. I'd throw in my mom for a buck fifty."
Curly started rambling about how "I showed them a car, boss! I showed it to them REAL GOOD!...... But they didn't like it."
Skeezy guy looked Cupcake and I up and down and then came out swinging. "Say," he slimed, "Why don't you guys take a look at this almost new Expedition we have over here. We're having a sale, and it looks perfect for you."
"Is it under $10,000?" Cupcake and I asked at the same time.
"No, of course not, but we can get the monthly payments down to a little over $400, for a nice couple like you. If we get you on a 72-month..."
We left. I didn't even bother saying anything stupid or snarky seeing as those two fuckers' lives must suck much worse than mine, and anything I could say wouldn't have made their looking into the disappointed faces of their families every night existences hurt them any more.
Then Cupcake and I drove over to a gigantic Chevy dealership that we passed on our 30 minute test drive what seemed like a week before. As we pulled into the lot, we found that all the used cars were behind a closed-off, no-driving area, and before we could even get out of our parked car to walk over to them, we were approached by Cedric the Entertainer, who was driven up to us by a teenage girl behind the wheel of a golf cart.
Cedric took us inside the half-a-football-field-sized air-conditioned sales office and began to "smoothly" ask us what we was looking for. We told him what we told Curly. He snapped his fingers, winked at us, and said "I got the perfect ride you's lookin' for!" He was smooooooooove!
We then waited for 15 minutes while His Entertainmentness went to find our matched vehicle, but this time we weren't idle. Cupcake took the opportunity to pull out her iPhone and start searching her Car Guru app to see if there was anything we were looking for near our current location. We then made it perfectly clear to all the other salesmen around us (strange how there were zero saleswomen... I guess women can't be sleazy enough to be a used car player) that we were looking at low priced cars from dealerships other than their own. FINALLY Cedric returned and took us out to see a 2013 Nissan Altima with 53,000 miles on it. The car looked great, and when Cupcake took it for a test drive (this time only around a four block radius) she totally fell in love with it.
We got back to the dealership and Cedric led us back to his desk again. "So," he said. "How's about I gets you to sign this paperwork for a credit check... I just need your name, address, social security number, birthdate, and a few other things, and then we can get started on this sale..." Wink!
I must have had the same look on my face as Cupcake (a mix of "What the fuck is WRONG with you?" and "Is that human feces you're cooking in that stew pot?") because Cedric's smile wavered a bit, but he held strong to his training, and he then smiled even fiercer and pushed the paperwork towards me again.
"Ummmmm," I started, "No. How about you tell us the price of that vehicle first?"
Cupcake agreed with my apparently strange negotiating tactics, and Cedric seemed put-off.
"Okay, okay... I see," Cedric said, as if I insulted him. "Let me check with my manager."
"Wait, are you telling me you DON'T KNOW the price? Or are you checking with your manager to see if you're allowed to tell us? Either way, what the hell, man?"
He said he didn't know the price, but that the manager told him it was just the car that we were looking for. Then he left us alone at his desk again. We proceeded to look up more cars on Car Guru, and we made it a point to tell the couple waiting for the salesman at the desk next to ours how awesome the app was while smiling at the 50 security cameras all around us.
Cedric skipped back to us, his shit-eating-grin still plastered on his face; of which he was rubbing and wiping his nose like crazy, making me whisper to Cupcake, "Remind me to wash my hands later... I think he has a cold." To which Cupcake responded, "That's not a cold..." Then she whispered like Doctor Rockso into my ear, "He does cocaaaaaaaaiiiiiiine."
He sat down in front of us and got all serious then. "So, you liked the Altima?"
We agreed that yes, it was a nice car, but that it seemed to be a bit more car than our $10K limit would allow. Cedric said that that didn't matter, if it was the right car for us, and it WAS right for us... He could FEEL it! Smile and wink. Cupcake and I looked at eachother as deadpan as one can, then stared back at Cedric as if he just told us, "I am the king of Lollipop Land, and I am sitting on a lollipop dildo as we speak... And it is delicious." Neither of us could believe how stupid this conversation was going.
Cupcake then started to get up to leave. I laughed out loud in a short barking manner, then got up to follow her, but Cedric then literally BEGGED us to sit down again and negotiate. We asked how much the damn car was, and he sheepishly said $15,999. We then got immediately up again.
Cedric cut us off before we could round his desk to get to the door and said that we might be able to negotiate. Cupcake simply said "Ten thousand. That's it. That's the negotiation."
Cedric then got all indignant (whilst rubbing/wiping his nose) and said, "Come on, man... Y'all can't do that! That's not how it's played. Can I... Can I at least show you something else?" For some reason (that I can't explain in hindsight) we agreed to let him present us with one more vehicle, hoping this time he'd take us over to the huge lot we saw and let us look around for ourselves... We were young and stupid though. Of COURSE he went off for another 15 minutes and returned with another "blind date" car for us. This one a 2004 Toyota Corolla with 120,000 miles on it, rust everywhere along its edges, and a GIGANTIC sticker across its entire side declaring "$9,999!"
"Well?" asked Cedric smugly. "It's under $10,000, isn't it." He looked so proud of himself.
Cupcake got in, and immediately got back out. "It smells like hobo feet in there. And the upholstery is damaged everywhere, and it doesn't even have a CD player."
Cedric didn't like her tone. He got all serious again. "Look," he said matter of factly. "You wanted under 10K, here you go. This is the best you'll get anywhere under 10K."
That's when Cupcake whipped out her phone and showed him her car app. It showed 40 or so nice used cars within 20 miles, most from used car dealerships and not even janky Craig's List-like sellers. Cedric tried to tell us that we can't trust those guys, that they were all scammers, and we just looked at him like "What the fuck do you call what you've been doing with us for the last hour?" Cupcake even straight up told him, "You shouldn't have shown us that nice Nissan first. Now everything after looks like crap, and we DO NOT HAVE THE MONEY to buy that $16K car." That's when Cedric corrected her and told us that "it was only a $15,999 car." We turned and began walking to my truck.
"PLEASE!" Cedric almost bellowed at us. It startled me so much I did a doubletake at the salesman. He was terrified about us walking away. "Don't go! We gots LOTS of cars!"
I simply said, "Let us look at them then. Not one-by-one. Let us see what you have."
He said that was against the dealership policy, so I waved bye, and we got in my truck and departed. I didn't even shake his hand goodbye seeing as he was wiping his nose again. I then had Cupcake slather my hands with that germ-killer stuff she keeps in her purse for just such an emergency.
Long story short, Cupcake found a used car dealership 10 miles away that specialized in Nissans and Infinities bought from the manufacturers. These were cars that dealerships traded out with other new cars for their buyers because a door alignment was off, or they were making a funny sound. The manufacturers then fixed that issue, and then sells it to this shop pretty cheap. The salesman we talked to at this place told us everything wrong with every car that he had (and they had over 600 cars on three lots), and everything the manufacturers did to fix those issues. He told us he makes $200 per sale. Whether he sells a million dollar car or a $5,000 car: $200. So he just wanted us to be happy with our choice.
It was such a different experience for us, and we were so taken aback by his honesty... We even test drove 5 cars by ourselves (our salesman, Shawn, didn't even come with us to tell us about how spectacular any vehicle was). Only when Cupcake found a 2014 Sentra with 15,009 miles on it in almost perfect condition, with all the options (including backup-cam, blu-tooth phone and audio connections to her phone, satellite navigation, XMS radio free for 6 months, and air-conditioning and power windows) did we even begin to talk money and financing. We even got the manufacturer's 100K mile bumper-to-bumper warrenty thrown in. All for a little over $10K... We splurged a bit for something with so little mileage on it.
All in all, it was an insane day, but one with a happy ending. And if you hear anything about a large Chevy dealership having all its used cars blown up and the sales-building burned to the ground, I swear it wasn't me. It was probably Cedric after they fired him for being a sucky salesman and for doing coke on the company's dime without sharing with his manager.