Alright alright alright… sorry for the delay everyone! (geez, I didn’t even know that dude read this blog)

Busy times here at Dramamine Boy’s Xanga.  There are real life things that takes precedence over blogging and I was involved in some frantic days and sleepless nights recently.  With everything that’s been going on, I just didn’t think it would be right to post a blog until I got everything straightened out.  But at last, after a lot of searching, I finally found what I was looking for and it feels like a huge load has been taken off my shoulders!

DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD THESE ARE TO FIND THESE DAYS!?!

So, now that THAT is out of the way, on with the blogging!

… aaaaaand the number one excuse Justin Timberlake gave for the Super Bowl fiasco…

“OH MY GOD, JANET!  There’s a gigantic spider under your dress!”

“Whoops, that’s not a spider… my bad.”

I’m sure everyone by now has either seen, heard or read about what happened during the halftime show at this year’s Super Bowl.  Justin Timberlake blamed it on a “costume malfunction”.

Uhhhh… okay.  You reached over, grabbed a piece of Janet Jackson’s costume and pulled.  What did you THINK was gonna happen!?!  Was it gonna be like a magic show and doves were supposed to fly out of her dress or something?  Hey… that woulda been kinda cool, actually.

Justin’s excuse was that only the top part of the dress was supposed to come off to reveal the red bra that was underneath.  Instead, both articles of clothing came off.  But even if just the top part came off… what would’ve been the big deal with that move? 

“Oooooooo, Justin tore off part of Janet’s dress… oooOOOOooooo.  What a really cool idea that was”. (insert sarcastic tone here)

Was he trying to upstage Britney with that whole Madonna kiss thing?  And why did MTV decide to show Justin immediately after the kiss?  How did they expect him to react?  Were they expecting him to cry or something?  Were they hoping for one of those looks that said, “Boohoo, everyone gets a kiss from Britney now except me”?

HEY, WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT!?!  IT COULD HAPPEN!!

And what the heck WAS that thing anyway?  Is Janet Jackson a ninja?  Geez, you could put an eye out with one of them things.

Instruments of Death or Janet Jackson Accessories?  You be the judge.

I dunno… I saw the Rhythm Nation video and with some of the costumes she’s worn, she COULD be a ninja.  I don’t know if ninjas are good singers, however.  I’m guessing that all those years of ninja training probably doesn’t cover singing lessons.  I don’t ever recall anyone running into Munetaka, the Singing Ninja.  I don’t know anyone that’s run into any ninjas at all, come to think of it.  But I figure if there were singing ninjas, we’d have some sort of ninja-musical movie or something and since that hasn’t happened yet, I’m gonna stick with my non-singing ninja hypothesis.

Okay… I think I’m straying off the topic again.

Anyway, this stunt upset a whole heck of a lot of people.  CBS (the station that aired the Super Bowl), the NFL, the FCC and some crazy lady in Alabama who said Janet and Justin caused all the hair to fall off her cat all had issues with what happened.  CBS has un-invited Janet from appearing on the Grammys, although they said that the un-invitation (for lack of a better word) was un-related to what happened at the Super Bowl.

Yeah… riiiiiiiiight.

The NFL was not only upset at the “accidental” nudity, but they didn’t even like some of the suggestive lyrics of some of the other performers and the gyrations of female dancers.  They vowed that steps will be taken to ensure that this type of entertainment will not appear during future Super Bowl halftimes.

Okay, I don’t like the sound of this.  I mean sure, you don’t want performers trying to one-up each other and making things worse in the future, but man… you just know the halftime entertainment is just gonna suck for the next few Super Bowls.  You just know they’re gonna look for the tamest, safest, boringest singers/bands to perform.  You just KNOW that this is gonna be the guy that plays the national anthem at next year’s Super Bowl:

and for YOUR Super Bowl halftime entertainment pleasure…

Oh boy… I can’t wait. =/

So, we’ll have to endure a few years of crappy halftime shows and sagging Super Bowl ratings until they figure out that they gotta get back to some cool entertainment.  And when that happens…

Sigh… one can dream.

PHOBIAS

Everyone’s got ‘em.  There isn’t one person out there that isn’t afraid of SOMEthing.  Some people have more than others.  Here’s a few of mine… I’m sure I’m leaving out a few, but I’m too afraid to talk about those. =P  Feel free to share yours, either in the comment section or on your own blogs!

Spiders

(I was gonna put a picture of a spider here, but I don’t even like to look for/at PICTURES of spiders)

Spiders never really bothered me at first.  I guess it started when people would tell me that spiders could bite you.  So, instead of playing with the spiders and having them crawl on my fingers, I started avoiding them.  Then, they’d show up in places like my bed, or would walk on my arm when I was watching TV and that started to freak me out.  So, I’d smash every spider I saw.

One day, I guess some spider egg sac somewhere hatched and there were little baby spiders all over my ceiling.  So, I went about the task of killing baby spiders.  It kinda reminded me of that scene from Charlotte’s Web, where all the little baby spiders floated away, saying “Goodbye!  Goodbye!” to Wilbur.  Well, here I am crushing all those little baby spiders.  I felt really bad… until I thought of the prospect of having 20 grown-up spiders in my house.

KILL IT, WILBUR!  KILL IIIIIIT!

I’d rather catch a spider and throw it outside than smash one and then have to wipe up pieces of spider guts off the floor.  So, my first idea was to get a piece of paper and coax the spider to walk on it, then take it outside and dump it in a plant or something.  Well, that worked good for awhile until one time, as I was trying to get the spider to walk on the paper, it lept at me and started crawling on my hand, which gave me a major case of the heebie-jeebies.

So, DramCo Enterprises went to work and I invented the following:

It’s the Super Awesome Spider Catcher!™  Basically, it’s a jar and it’s taped to one of those sports water bottles.  The first version of the Super Awesome Spider Catcher™ was just a jar, but I determined that my hand would still be within striking distance of the spider if it decided to jump or envelop me in its web or something.  So, I taped the water bottle to it, leaving me with well over a foot of clearance between me and the spider.

What happens is, I see a spider, I put the Super Awesome Spider Catcher™ over the spider and I slide a piece of semi-rigid paper between the floor/wall and the jar, making sure there’s no room for the spider to escape the jar.  Then, while keeping the piece of paper over the top, I tip the whole thing over so the spider falls into the jar (or the spider walks into the jar on its own).  Finally, I go outside, take off the piece of paper and toss the spider onto the ground.

Yes, I go to great lengths to avoid my phobias.

Scary Movies

I guess I didn’t have much exposure to scary stuff when I was young.  I remember staying up late and caught an episode of Night Gallery that my mom was watching.  There was this doll that was possessed or something and was going around killing people.  So, there’s this one scene where the unsuspecting lady puts the doll in a box and then goes downstairs.  The house becomes all dark and creepy, the music gets all eerie, the lady looks up the staircase and there’s the doll standing at the top of the stairs.

You’d freak out too if you saw this thing coming to kill you!

Uhhh… I had a few nightmares that night.

So, I pretty much avoided anything remotely scary on TV after that.  A few years later, my parents had this great movie to take us to… Jaws.  What a grand idea.  I had frikkin’ nightmares for a whole week.  They all had to do with me being in water… oceans, lakes, swimming pools, bathtubs, whatever… and a huge Dram-eating shark.

Scary movies haven’t bothered me since, except for the time I got dragged to see Jaws II (THANKS MOM AND DAD!).  I’ve seen the Friday the 13ths and the Nightmare on Elm Streets, Phantasm, Signs, etc. without any problems… heck, some of them were pretty doggone funny.  But I generally avoid scary movies even today.

And needless to say, I didn’t go see Arachnophobia.

Small Spaces

I don’t think it’s the small spaces that gets me all oogly-boogly, but getting stuck in small places.  Something like crawling under the house.  I’m not crawling under anybody’s house.  There’s not only the chance that I crawl under there and then some beam or post pins me down, but a lot of it has to do with the enormous possibility of spiders lurking.

I think this all stems from this one time when me and my brother were playing Star Trek in my grandparent’s backyard.  That’s right, we didn’t have freakin’ Nintendo or Pokemon to keep us occupied, we had to go out and make our own games.  Anyway, in order to get to the planet, we had to take the transporter, just like in the TV show.  Well, our transporter was a water heater closet which was attached to the house, but accessed from the backyard.

Beam me up, Scotty!

So, I walked into the closet, closed the door and did the transporter sound… bweeeeeeeeeeeee… and…

Now, this door doesn’t have a door knob on both sides. It only has one on the outside and it’s not even a door knob.  It’s like this little 1/2 inch metal disc that’s kinda tough to turn… apparently, too tough for a younger brother to turn.  So, I try to open the door and it somehow closed on me (whether Rob turned it closed – which was easier than turning it open – or somehow the latch closed when I shut it).  So, I’m banging on the door and telling/yelling at Rob to open the door.  I bend down and look through the grate on the bottom of the door (which is exactly like the one in the picture above, except it’s at the bottom) in time to see Rob freakin’ out and running away… leaving me by myself… locked in the water heater closet.  So, I did what every sane little kid would do… SCREAM MY FRIKKIN’ HEAD OFF.  My mom heard me from next door (or Rob went and got her… I don’t know which one, but I’m guessing Rob didn’t inform her and instead hid in our bedroom with some cookies or something) and got me out.

Nowadays, small spaces don’t bother me… elevators, crawl spaces, etc.  However, have me crawl around in some small space and then get me stuck somehow… I’m guessing you’d have one freaked out Dram.

High Places

Again, it probably isn’t the actual idea of being really high, but the idea of plummeting to my death from that height that I’m afraid of.  However, this is a fear I will usually face.  Me and some friends went and visited The Arch in St. Louis.  Heck, I was one of the ones that suggested that we go up to the top… it’s the touristy thing to do and how many times am I gonna go visit St. Louis?

Well, everything was juuuuuust fine until it was time to look out of the observation windows at the top of The Arch.  For those of you that haven’t been there before, you take a cramped, rikkety, five-person elevator inside The Arch up to the top (no problem) and there’s an observation deck there with an arched floor (no problem).  There’s small windows that people can look through to see outside (no problem).  In order to look through these windows, however, you have to lean forward, pretty much laying on this platform they have in front of the window… so you’re laying at about a 45 degree angle while looking at the ground below.

BIG problem.

Man, in that position, I felt like I was trying to jump off the doggone Arch.  There’s nothing to hold onto, just you laying on that platform.  We spent like 10 minutes up there and I would look through a window for about 10 seconds and then I’d feel all icky-wicky (I’m just making these terms up, if you didn’t already know).   I did look out of the windows like 8 or 9 times, but yeah, that wasn’t as fun as visiting something like FAO Schwartz.

Look Vicky, that bear is WAAAAAAY bigger than it should be!

Rollercoasters are another thing.  Flip me upside-down, send me traveling down the track at 80 miles an hour, loop-de-loop me, etc., just don’t send me straight down.  Great America had a ride called The Edge, which basically were seats that slowly took you straight up in the air, they let you see the view from up there for a little bit and then sent you rocketing straight down.  There’s no way in the world you’re gettin’ me on a ride like that.  Sky diving?  Forget it.  Bungee jumping?  Yeah, right.

I always wanted to go hang-gliding, but that whole “steer the hang glider wrong and crash into the earth below” thing has kinda deterred me from trying.

Yeah, I know… I’m a wuss.

So, if I’m ever watching Jaws on an airplane that suddenly plummets into a nosedive while I’m stuck in that cramped little bathroom that has spiders coming out of the sink… I just might set the record for the loudest scream.

I’ve seen a number of movies recently, so even though there was one of these reviews was just a couple of blogs ago, here’s another one.

Another good movie!  Good story (although somewhat recycled), great-looking scenery and an excellent choice of using asians for this movie.  I can’t stand watching some of those old movies where they dress non-asians up to play all the asian roles.  And also those movies where they make up an asian language and have people say stereotypical stuff like, “ching chong chong cherry chan”. 

Grrrrrr…

Anyway, the movie made me want to try to teach myself japanese… for the 500th unsuccessful time.  I liked pretty much everything about it.  Well, there was this one small thing I had a problem with…

THE LAST SAMURAI WAS WHITE!?!

Yeah yeah, I know… people argue that Katsumoto was the actual “Last Samurai” and Tom Cruise was just the student.  He only tried to carry on the tradition of the samurai instead of being a true samurai himself, blah blah blah.  Whatever, pal.  Bottom line… end of the movie, there’s one guy left with samurai armor on.  I think that more than qualifies as being the “last” one.

And it’s the white guy!  I mean, what are the odds!?! 

How the heck could Tom Cruise be the last one left alive?  I could only come up with a few reasons…

• Doggone asian discrimination, I tell you.
  
  
• 500 expertly-trained japanese samurai… one dorky white guy on a horse.  Who poses the greatest threat?
  
  
• The soldiers got one look at Tom Cruise in full samurai armor and they couldn’t shoot straight cuz they were laughing too hard.

As for the storyline being recycled… while I was watching the movie, I’m sure everyone else also had that feeling of deja vu.  We’ve all seen this story play out before and I think you were all thinking the same thing I was.

“Hey, this movie is JUST LIKE The Matrix!”.

Okay, maybe I was the only one that thought that.  But let’s explore the similarities, shall we?

Matrix: The leader of the resistance is Morpheus, some big bald guy who teaches Neo the ways of the Matrix.

Last Samurai: The leader of the resistance is Katsumoto, some big bald guy who teaches Algren the ways of the samurai.

Matrix: Morpheus believes Neo is “The One” which will help him with his cause.

Last Samurai: Katsumoto believes Algren is “some white tiger-guy” (perhaps some hallucination after taking some ‘shrooms or something) which will help him with his cause.

Matrix: Morpheus has all these cool sayings flowing out of his mouth and Neo comes back with these lame replies, such as:

Morpheus: It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you to the truth.
Neo: Whoa.

Last Samurai: Katsumoto has all these cool sayings flowing out of his mouth and Algren comes back with these lame replies, such as:

Katsumoto: One could spend their entire life searching for the perfect blossom and it would not be a wasted life.
Algren: I feel the need… the need for speed!

Okay, maybe he didn’t say that one in this movie.

Talk to me, Goose.

Matrix: Neo can suddenly fight on even terms with Morpheus by “freeing his mind”.

Last Samurai: Algren can suddenly fight on even terms with Ujio by “eliminating the voices”.

And that’s another thing… you got Ujio, this expert samurai, the guy who teaches all the OTHER samurai how to fight, and you’re tellin’ me Algren can battle him to a draw with just a couple of months of practice?  Just another example of The Man tryin’ to keep an asian samurai man down.

Okay… back to the comparisons.

Matrix: Neo goes from loser to some guy that can kick the crap out of all these same-looking agent guys.

Last Samurai: Algren goes from loser to some guy that can kick the crap out of all these same-looking ninja guys.

Matrix: Neo goes and talks to the leader of the machines, which looks like, uh, you know… one of those thiiiings with the piiiins and when you press your hand into it, it makes an impression of your haaand (done with my best Strong Bad impersonation)…

Ya, one of them things… whatever it’s called.

Anyway, he goes and talks to the leader of the machines and makes it see things his way.

Last Samurai: Algren goes and talks to the leader of Japan, the Emperor (whose face is as grand as… oh wait, wrong story), and makes him see things his way.

Matrix: Neo fights the enemy, saves the day and goes… well, I guess he goes to live with the machines.  I dunno, I’m still kinda fuzzy about that part.

Last Samurai: Algren fights the enemy, saves nobody but himself and goes to live with the families of the people he didn’t save… way to go, “hero”.

 

Finally, why didn’t Tom Cruise have the samurai haircut?  What, is he too vain to go all out in the name of authenticity?

SEE!?!  WOULD THAT HAVE BEEN SO BAD!?!

Dram’s Bedtime Story Service

Good evening, one and all!  It’s time for another Dramamine Boy’s Xanga bedtime story!  So brush your teeth, tuck yourselves into bed and prepare to be carried away on another enchanting adventure!

But first, before you read on, you should be familiar with Dram’s Bedtime Story Service #1.  If you haven’t read that installment yet, go read it now… don’t worry, we’ll wait.

HURRY UP!

Okay, are we all ready now?  The other day, I was doing some extensive research for future Dramamine Boy’s Xanga blogs. Everyone has their favorite places to get their information.  Students go to the library.  Lawyers have reams of past cases to pour through.  Dramamine Boy’s Xanga?  Why, quite obviously, it’s the kid’s section at Barnes & Noble. 

I was browsing through the titles, looking for books from my youth that I might share with the great people of Xanga and came across…

What the heck?  There’s a sequel?  I glanced at the author of the book and it was Margaret Mahy, not Claire Huchet Bishop, who “wrote” The Five Chinese Brothers.  I figured it must be a different story, so I decided to flip through it… heck, maybe it’s actually a GOOD story about asians.

The Seven Chinese Brothers is a story about seven chinese brothers who look exactly alike and each one has a special power.

Uhhhh… that sounds familiar.

One brother can see things a hundred miles away, another could hear things a hundred miles away, another was really strong, another had bones of iron, still another could forever stretch his legs (deja vu…), the sixth brother could not be burned (where have I heard THIS before!?!) and the last brother could drown an entire village with one of his tears.

If I were Claire Huchet Bishop, I’d be pretty pissed off right about now.  Then again, since she ripped her story off from some chinese storyteller, I guess she doesn’t have much of a case.

Anyway, the six brothers made sure the seventh brother was always happy, since he’d drown everyone if he started to cry.  Man, how lame would it be to have to live with THAT guy?  One wrong mood swing and you’d die in a torrent of salty tears.  It’d be like living with the kid from The Twilight Zone movie that turned his dad into a jack in the box.

 

Couldn’t find a pic of the jack-in-the-box dad from the movie, so this was the next best thing.  At least now you know where that Simpsons scene originated from

The Eavesdropper hears and The Human Telescope sees that there are poor, tired men wearlily repairing the Great Wall of China a hundred miles away.  It’s a good thing they weren’t 101 miles away, otherwise they wouldn’t have been able to see or hear them.  Funny how things like that work out.

So, the strong brother goes out and finishes repairing the Great Wall by himself.  Emperor Ch’in Shih Huang hears of this feat and instead of rewarding the brother, he decides he’s too dangerous to keep around, so they capture him and will cut off his head in the morning.

Margaret Mahy uses the name of an actual emperor of China in this book.  I think the family of the emperor might have a bone to pick with Ms. Mahy.  To make it up, whenever the emperor is mentioned throughout the book, she adds some extreme compliment such as, “The Celestial Emperor (whose face is more dazzling than the rising sun)”.  As if compliments make up for ripping off the guy’s name, making him look like a fool and not compensating anyone for it.

The Eavesdropper hears the plans and Iron Bone runs over and takes the strong brother’s place.  Morning comes, they try to cut his head off and each attempt results in the swords breaking from the strength of Iron Bone’s bones.

Okay, wait a minute.  They didn’t say anything about this guy’s SKIN being like iron.  Wouldn’t he at least have bled to death?  Does anyone else wonder about things like this!?!  It’s like how Michael Biehn was the father of John Connor in The Terminator, but he couldn’t be the father because John Connor has to send him back to the past before any of that can happen.  I hate when they can’t avoid mistakes like this.  It just requires common sense and a knowledge of the sequence of events which lead up to the effects to a timeline when a time machine is introduced and a person is allowed to manipulate prior history, thus producing an alternate timeline which is free from the chicken/egg dichotomy… NOW HOW HARD IS THAT!?!

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Sorry, just a pet peeve of mine.  Is everyone still with me?  Okay, back to the story.

They decide to drown this guy in the sea, but they won’t do it until the next day.  Boy, could this BE any more of a rip-off!?!  Stilt Boy (heck, everything else is just like The Five Chinese Brothers, I might as well use the same name) takes the place of Iron Bone, the soldiers throw him into the sea and he stretches his legs so his head is perched above the surface.

Even the ILLUSTRATORS got into the act!

The Emperor (whose whisper is like the rumble of thunder) decides to… you guessed it, burn this guy at the stake.  And of course, he’s gonna wait until the next day.  Didn’t this guy learn ANYTHING from the first story!?!  The Human Asbestos Layer arrives, they try to burn him and whadda ya know, neither he nor his clothes burn.

So, the Emperor (whose nose hair is as expertly trimmed as the most beautiful of bonzai) decides to shoot this guy with arrows.  FINALLY!  SOMEONE USING THEIR HEAD!  Word gets back to the other brothers that they’re gonna fill the Human Asbestos Layer full of holes and Twilight Zone Boy, knowing there’s nothing they can do to save him… starts to cry.

His tears tidal-wave down the road, engulfing the army of soldiers guarding the Human Asbestos Layer a hundred miles away and also sweeping the Emperor (whose farts are as fragrant as the finest rose) so far away, he never returns.  The Human Asbestos Layer is free!  How the heck he didn’t drown with everyone else… I don’t know.  Maybe asbestos people are more bouyant in tidal waves than regular humans.  Maybe I’ll have to ask the Mythbusters to investigate this.

And the seven chinese brothers… after killing off the entire chinese army (along with every single living thing in the path of the tidal wave) and removing a well-loved emperor from power (who in real life was credited with unifying China and building the Great Wall of China)… lived happily ever after.

It says in the book that Margaret Mahy has penned more than fifty books.  I’m guessing that included in her body of work are such classics as The Tale of Four Cities and Three Fish, Four Fish, Red Fish, More Fish.

How did these two get away from proscecution?  Isn’t it quite obvious that there’s some serious plagiarism goin’ on here?  What’s to stop anyone else from doing the same thing?  So forget it man, I’m makin’ my own story.  It’s called…

It’s a poignant story of ten chinese brothers who all look alike and each one has a special power.  They all work at the U.S. patent office and they use their powers to hunt down two entirely fictional patent infringers, named Claire Huchet Bishop and Margaret Mahy.  Hilarity ensues.

This story is gonna make millions.

Ick.

Sorry… lots to do, so little time to blog.  I feel bad, not having the time to visit everyone’s sites.  I could go into details, but eh, that’s not why you come here.  You come here to say, “Geez, what the crap is this Dramamine Boy guy smoking!?!”, or “I sure am glad I’m not THAT guy!”.  So, there will once again be a few short blogs in the interim… blogs that make you say, “THAT’S IT!?!”, or “Dram doesn’t blog for over a week and all he can come up with is THAT!?!”.

Boy, you people sure do talk to yourself a lot.

Anyway, first off…

Yuta Tabuse is alive and well in the American Basketball Association!

You heard right, the ABA!  With teams in basketball hot-beds such as Fresno, California and Juarez, Mexico, this league is second only to the NBA! *

* If you don’t include the NBDL… or the CBA… or the European Leagues… or any of the collegiate teams… or that really good team at the local YMCA.

That’s right, the masterful owners of the Long Beach Jam knew a good thing when they saw it.  As soon as the morons running the Denver Nuggets cut Yuta, they immediately signed him to a contract to play in the ABA. 

The result?  Why, let’s take a look at the standings…

As of Jan. 8th, 2004
Long Beach	12	3
Kansas City	9	4
Juárez	7	7
Fresno	5	6
Las Vegas	3	4
Tijuana	6	9
Jersey	0	9

OF COURSE THEY'RE IN FIRST!  They have Yuta!

Yuta missed a few games recently with an injured knee and ankle.  Yeah, right.  More like the league ordered him not to play so the rest of the league could catch up.  I mean, I can't fault 'em, otherwise, the Jam would continue to humiliate the rest of the competition, turning the rest of the league into a laughing stock.

So, the good news is, Dramamine Boy's Xanga will be able to give the readers out there what you really want... all Yuta, all the time!  The bad news is, this will probably drop him out of the leaderboard for most Shadow Puppets Created.

Anyway, when you think of the ABA, three names should immediately come to mind... Julius "Dr. J" Erving, George "The Iceman" Gervin and now Yuta "I have no nickname cuz The Man is trying to keep me out of the NBA" Tabuse.

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There's a new show on Spike TV coming up this Sunday called The John Henson Project.  Spike TV has been constantly running commercials hyping up this show.  In one of them, this guy complains about how much the beer is at the football stadium and John Henson tells him to pour his beer on one of those foam finger things, turning it into a beer sponge that you can suck on during the game.

Ummm... okay.

WE'RE NUMBER ONE!

In another commercial, a guy is in a crowded bar and he can't get the bartender's attention to order.  John Henson shows up and says, "Hey, isn't that Anna Kournikova out there?" and everyone in the bar runs out to look, allowing the guy to order his drink.

Uhhhh... is this funny?  I mean, I know there are things out there that some people think are hilarious and I don't, but usually I have a decent grasp of funny.  With material like this, how the heck did this guy get a TV show?  Is television that hard up for new shows these days?  I gotta watch this show, cuz if it's as lame as I think it's gonna be, I'm goin' straight to Spike TV and demand my own show.

Man, this show would so rule.

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A Few Dramamine Boy's Xanga (overdue) Thank Yous!!

Sydney chickie made me Featured Xangan of the Millennium!  Or, maybe it was Featured Xangan of the Week or Minute or something.  Since her new layout seems to be missing the ability to look back to her previous blogs, I guess I'll just have to wait for my official Featured Xangan trophy to arrive so I can figure out how long my Featured Xangan reign is. 

Anyway, I'd tell everyone to go subscribe to Sydney's site, but... doesn't everyone already?

I was featured in ZangaZine!  Took me a couple of weeks to realize it, which is somewhat strange, since I subscribe to the ZangaZine site... and Library Princess posted that she nominated my blog for ZangaZine... and she and another Dramamine Boy's Xanga subscriber, lorien marene, recently took over to help produce ZangaZine, which shoulda clued me in a bit... and ZangaZine also posted a comment that said they included my blog in their issue... okay, nobody said I was very observant.

Regardless, I'm still waiting for my cash prize.  I mean, this IS just like the Nobel Prize, right?

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 Finally, a word of warning:

The Xanga world just got a little sillier.  My friend Bill just started his very own Xanga site.  He's the first person that has come to my site and said, "Geez, I could do a better job that that yahoo!"... well, actually, I think everyone says that (especially the "yahoo" part), but how many people THEN decided to start blogging themselves to prove their point?  WOOHOO!  WHAT AN HONOR!

Ahhhh, The Return of the King.  Hey, it’s a great movie, a worthy ending to the trilogy.  Sure, I could sit here and talk about how cool the movie was and how everyone should go see it.  But heck, what’s a Dramamine Boy’s Xanga movie review blog if I don’t address a few things about this movie?

Would it surprise ANYBODY if I said that Frodo kisses Sam?  Does anyone remember the Saturday Night Live “Greenhilly” sketch where no matter what person Alec Baldwin encounters (including Phil Hartman and a dog), they end up gazing into each other’s eyes, the music swells and they kiss?  I thought that was gonna happen between Frodo and Sam like five times throughout the movie.  I mean really, there was more sexual tension between those two than a season’s worth of Ace and Gary episodes.

What?  What is everybody looking at?

If you understood those references… then you watch a whole lot of SNL reruns.

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Is it just me, or do other people quietly chuckle to themselves everytime Elrond appears on the screen?

Mister Baggins… weeeeee missed you.

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The orcs are supposed to be these highly trained killing machines.  Born and bred to be elite weapons of destruction.  But when they meet the humans in battle, they display all the fighting expertise of the students from Mr. Han’s School of Martial Arts.

If you’re an asian male and didn’t get that joke… someone needs to revoke your Asian Dude membership card.

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Okay, here’s a job I have to remember to turn down if I get offered it…

Job title: Beacon lighter

Job site: On top of snow-covered mountain between Rohan and Gondor.

Job description: Stand in sub-zero, snowy weather.  If you see the beacon in the distance afire, you light your beacon.  Otherwise, just stand there… in the snow… waiting… by yourself.

Requirements: Needs to be able to light a fire without freezing to death.  Jackets are suggested.  Pyromaniacs, Egyptians, those that are blind, afraid of fire, or not clinically insane need not apply.

 

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The future of the humans looks dim.  Tens of thousands of orcs line up for the assault on Minas Tirith.  We’re given an ominous look at the vast invasion force, the camera pans to the leader of the ground forces and it’s…

SLOTH!?!  How could Peter Jackson make such a blunder by having Chunk’s buddy as the leader?  How old is he anyway?  Didn’t he see The Goonies!?!  I mean, good gravy, Samwise was IN The Goonies… shouldn’t he have said SOMETHING!?!

Yo, Pete-Diddy… that orc dude looks awwwwfully familiar.

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That Denethor guy was a hoot, wasn’t he?  He possessed all the managing prowess of Grady Little in the 2003 ALCS.

If you’re a woman and you got that joke… please marry me.

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Okay, so they take the “addressing the troops” scene from Braveheart… they take the “winding between the elephant’s legs” thing from The Empire Strikes Back… I was waiting for Eowyn to jump up and suspend herself in mid-air, the camera angle changes and then she kicks that Great Lord of Flying Brontosauruses guy in the face.

I AM NO MAN!

Why didn’t Eowyn just beat the crap out of Arwen to become Queen alongside Aragorn?  What the heck is Arwen gonna do about it?  I mean, Eowyn swung a mean sword, was entrusted to take care of the people of Rohan and killed the Brontosaurus dude… the only thing Arwen did the last two movies was cry. 

Wah, my love has left me… wah, I must leave Middle Earth forever… wah, I’m dying… GEEZ, GROW A FREAKIN’ BACKBONE!

And speaking of Eowyn and Arwen… what’s up with all the names being similar?  I have a hard enough time remembering names as it is, don’t confuse me further by having a Eowyn and a Arwen.  To make it worse, they pronounce Arwen “r-oh-win”, so it rhymes with Eoywn.  Then they throw in a Boromir and a Faramir who are brothers and look similar (well, they don’t look THAT similar, but they both wear armor, so they look similar to me).  And Smeagol and Deagol fishing in a boat at the beginning of the movie.  And having Sauron and Sarumon be the two main evil guys.  Hey, how about just naming everyone “Bob” and just confuse the heck out of everyone!?!

Starring:

Sean Astin as Bob
Cate Blanchett as Bob
Orlando Bloom as Bob
Billy Boyd as Bob
Brad Dourif as Bob
Bernard Hill as Bob
Christopher Lee as Bob
Ian McKellen as Bob
Dominic Monaghan as Bob
Viggo Mortensen as Bob
John Noble as Bob
Miranda Otto as Bob
John Rhys-Davies as Bob
Andy Serkis as Bob
Liv Tyler as Bob
Karl Urban as Bob
Hugo Weaving as Agent Bob
David Wenham as Bob
Elijah Wood as Bob

The end.

Hold on a sec… that spider scene was pretty doggone cool.

The end.

Wait a minute… I’m still having a hard time believing that little hobbit Sam can kick the crap out of a charging group of four orcs that have more combat training, are physically bigger and stronger and are attacking from an elevated position.

Uhhhh… not that I pay attention to things like this or anything.

The end.

Oh, one last thing… after all those points I just made, I liked the movie… no really, I did.

The end.

Whoa, I almost forgot… I gotta go see the movie again so I can figure out how long this one guy was standing in the aisle.  He got out of his seat when he thought the movie was ending and walked down the aisle.  Instead of ending, the movie changed scenes, so he stood there until the actual end of the movie.  It had to be at least 20 minutes.

The end.

If you didn’t understand the multiple endings to this blog… then go see the movie.

While everybody else here on Xanga have been offering up short, ”MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!” messages and maybe a single, cutesy Christmas-type picture, the staff here at Dramamine Boy’s Xanga has been slaving away hard at work over the last couple of weeks to give all you readers out there a special Christmas extravaganza!

First off, the corporate executives here at Dramamine Boy’s Xanga have spared no expense in decorating the staff’s workspace with Christmas cheer to get all the workers feeling that happy, Christmas spirit!

Hey Better Homes and Gardens… eat your heart out!

Next, the Dramamine Boy’s Xanga Choir has been perfecting their Christmas selections for everyone to enjoy…

D-MINOR!!  DO ANY OF YOU UNDERSTAND “D-MINOR”!?!

The Dramamine Boy’s Xanga Dance Ensemble been practicing a unique, festive holiday dance to delight one and all…

I’m not sure what this is called, but… well, it scares me.

And finally, the staff has worked their tails off to coordinate this complex, highly organized holiday message!  Okay everybody… one, two, go!

What the… YOU CALL THAT ORGANIZED!?!  DO YOU KIDS EVEN KNOW HOW TO SPELL!?!

Doggone it… two weeks of preparation and all I get out of it is THIS crap!?!  Needless to say, the staff is SO in trouble when I get back to work after the holidays.

Oh well, I guess all that’s left to say is… MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

This is the busy time of year for me (Christmas shoppers, Christmas shopping, Christmas parties, basketball coaching, Lord of the Rings movie-watching, etc.), so sorry for the lack of blogs and comments on your sites.  There’ll probably be a few short blogs until I have more time to plagiarize think up more worthy Dramamine Boy’s Xanga material.

So, hands on buzzers, contestants, cuz it’s once again time to play…

Explain It to the Old/Out of Touch Guy

First, I was explained the meaning of “oppa”.  Then, it seems that everyone except for a select few (the select COOL ones, that is!) knew the meaning of “Fubu”.  For our third game, we present another thing that has been bothering me for some time.

I remember that Sandra was “as mad as a cut snake” that the first thing that pops into everyone’s heads when people think of australians is:

Or these days, it might be this guy:

And ya know, it got me to thinkin’ that the first person that pops into my head always seems to be someone from the movies or TV or people seen on the news.  Maybe if I was really into politics or something, then I’d think of somebody like this guy:

But since I have no clue about the political structure of Australia, I have no idea who the heck that guy is.  Nice hair tho’… it’s so… real-looking.

Anyway, I think most everyone is like me (whoa… scary thought) and think of people from the movies or TV.  For example, when you think of Canada, you think of:

Or today, it might be these two:

English?  Why, of course, it’s:

Once again, to update to today’s stereotype:

(Yeah right, as if there’s anything cooler than the Gumbys)

France?

Germany?

Which proves once again, that GERMANS LOVE DAVID HASSELHOFF!

So, since Xanga is a world-wide entity, I thought this would be the perfect place to ask the following question… what’s the first person (or thing) that pops into your head when americans come to mind?  I mean, I’ve lived here my entire life, so I have no idea of what non-americans first think of when it comes to americans.

Is it someone like:

Or someone more like:

Or hopefully, something else?  Cuz if it’s either one of these… I’m moving to Greenland.

	update already!!!
	Posted 12/14/2003 at 7:24 PM by sydney_chickie

OKAY, OKAY!  Never say that Dramamine Boy’s Xanga doesn’t listen to the readers!

Went out to see Matrix: Revolutions recently… by myself (doggone friends flaked, so fine… I’ll see it alone).   I don’t want to give any surprises away, but MAN, I was shocked when I found out Neo’s father was Darth Vader.  I sure didn’t see that one comin’!

It seems like The Matrix trilogy is the Star Wars of this generation.  Well, I guess you could say that Star Wars Episode I-III is the Star Wars of this generation… but that trilogy sucks, so The Matrix it is.

I’m just glad that the George Lucas group didn’t get a hold of the Matrix screenplay.  While I’m sure the special effects would’ve been just as cool, the movies just wouldn’t have been the same.  They would’ve been destroyed by Lucas’ pandering to the kid market.  Instead of all the death and destruction in Revolutions, by the third movie, Lucas probably woulda had Neo getting saved by a bunch of Ewoks and given the role of Morpheus to frikkin’ Jar Jar Binks.

Heesa da one!

Actually, that would’ve been pretty cool, cuz then I’d get to watch an Agent beat the crap out of Jar Jar.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Star Wars.  I watched the first movie like seven times in the theater.  I stood in line for over 3 hours to watch Return of the Jedi.  I’ll watch any of the three original movies whenever they’re on TV (Episode I and II on the other hand… those movies bug me).  I just have a problem with how much they toned down the coolness factor of the story by Return of the Jedi, which carried over into Episodes I and II.

For example, Han Solo went from this cool mercenary guy in the first movie to some love-sick bozo by Return of the Jedi.  And they didn’t even stop there… they had to go back and re-do the first movie to make him less cool.  When they came out with Star Wars: Special Edition, they changed the cantina scene to have Greedo shoot at Han first (as if it were self-defense or something), instead of Han just blasting him like the heartless guy that he is was.  You might as well CGI a frikkin’ dress on him, for cryin’ out loud!

This really brings out the hazel in my eyes

By the third movie, they shoulda had Luke lopping off the head of the Emperor, pieces of Ewoks splattered across the screen and a gratuitous love scene thrown in there somewhere.  Instead, we get an emasculated Han Solo, three-foot teddy bears defeating a garrison of elite stormtroopers and the most vicious villan in the universe goes to heaven!?!

So, what would’ve happened if Lucas got a hold of The Matrix?  They’d probably have Jar-Jar Morpheus fighting Neo in the dojo training program and then he’d suddenly rip his pants or something.  We wouldn’t have a Neo/Trinity love scene (although there’s nothing wrong with that… Keanu’s butt… *shivers*).  Not to mention having Oracle lunch boxes and Tickle Me Morpheus dolls littering the aisles at Toys R Us.

Ha.  Ha.  That.  Tickles.

THANK YOU FOR SAVING US FROM THIS, WACHOWSKI BROTHERS!

Song of the Blog

HAPPY XANGAVERSARY TO ME!

Wow, a whole year of this silliness.  Who woulda thought?

What started as a nuisance in order to post stupid comments on my friend’s sites has turned into a constant (or kinda constant) posting of dopey blogs, exposing the public to the inane ramblings of the man… uh, boy… they call Dramamine Boy.  Sadly, the world will never be the same.

So, what is in store for Year Two of Dramamine Boy’s Xanga?  Well, as with any other situation where they run out of ideas, Dramamine Boy’s Xanga will probably revert to having Fonzie water-ski or inviting Oliver from the Brady Bunch as a guest-blogger or something desperate like that.

Have people stopped blaming me yet for destroying The Brady Bunch?

Welp, I’m fascinated by statistics, so here’s some Dramamine Boy’s Xanga statistics for everyone else to be fascinated (read: bored) with:

Number of Dramamine Boy’s Xanga posts: 91

Number of kid pictures: 29

Number of bad hats: 4

First time the word “doggone” was used on Xanga: Feb. 9, 2003

Number of times on Xanga I’ve used:

• “doggone”: 41 (boy, I thought it woulda been a whole lot more than that)


• “hogwash, mah nizzle”: 2 (truly, an under-used phrase)

Number of times in real life I’ve used:

• “doggone”: gotta be in the thousands


• “hogwash, mah nizzle”: 0 (THIS PHRASE WILL CATCH ON EVENTUALLY!)

Number of days on strike: 45 (June 8 – July 22)

I want to thank everyone that have visited over the past year!  Without all of you, I would’ve ended this blog a long time ago and gone out into the real world, learned a new craft and made something of my life… hmmmmm. *contemplates alternate future without Xanga*

Man… is it too late to end this Xanga thing?

I didn’t know what to do to thank everyone other than to say, ”THANKS!”, so I decided to go back and list all the people that have left comments and/or eProps here on Dramamine Boy’s Xanga.  I wrote down how many times people commented and how many eProps each person left… and I’m not sure why.  I was gonna send a prize to the top person in each category, but then one of the winners would’ve been Gail, who already got a prize for being the 10,000th visitor (or more accurately, one of the three people that could claim they were the 10,000th visitor).  ONE PRIZE PER PERSON!

And to those people that read and don’t leave eProps or comments, thank you to you as well, but… WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?!  Stand up and be heard!  We’ll welcome you with open arms!  And there’s only a slim chance of you being made fun of in a future Dramamine Boy’s Xanga blog!

Amount of time it took me to look up the following statistics: 5.2 hours

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