battle

Here's the setup: I was texting my brother and said something that inspired him to respond with some rhymes and I fell asleep. For the purpose of this transcription my brother will be known as MC Superlame and I will be known as MC Main Tank Feral Bear or MTFB for short. As a side note i've preserved all grammar and shortening we used to stay within the 160 character limit of our texts.

MC Superlame: warcraftin wit epic mounts we're guild tappin. Raids fuh gold we bold endless years of legends told. My royal elf golam knight is tight, ya bich ass ded 2nite.

MC Superlame: This a battle son, you down already? (I was napping at this point and woke up)

MC MTFB: sorry your rhymes bored me... you cant afford me, mental budget soaring verbally sparring? nah shooting fish in a barrel my rhymes rip to shreds; feral

MC Superlame: yer rhymes weak mon. Yawn. Im like clark kent of krypton. My flows faster than yer speeding bullets, im 2 strong. thought u had me in a barrel? Yer so wrong

MC MTFB: ill be on that kryptonite killin ya mans like shit is tite, transformation, beast ya crew kidd after im done time for a brew. after these rhymes, rue

MC Superlame: NO man can stan' to superman! This a battle of talk and you brought a rock? I can rue-in you like saddam in iraq. Just a caged beast for the people to mock.

MC MTFB: you dont wanna battle i broke out the cage erase your face slaughter like cattle there is no cow level no witnesses the crowd is just fodder

MC Superlame: yer rhymes all the same... domesticated and tame. Once a dumb mammal, now yer perfectly trained. No match for this super-intelligent brain.

MC MTFB: super-intelligent lame, bookworm for hire. call me guy montag burn all your books with my fire. ten degrees below blazing maybe your situation is dire

(at this point i explained to him that guy montag is the protagonist in the book Fahrenheit 451)

MC Superlame: more like Farenheit four the incredibly dumb. Did you get that pun? Rhymin 451. Throw your book on the pyre, i already won

MC MTFB: haha pardon me i had to laugh @ that. your rhymes r stacked like my benjamins but you a square, tiananmen. so throw the towel in b4 u end up in tank treads dead

MC Superlame: I knew you's a commie, a book burnin nazi, filthy red traitor, send you home to yer mommy. Feed you paint chips kid, 'Boy' did you get THAT one 'Tommy'?

MC MTFB: r u a black sheep? would you siege my keep? i feed u quality rhymes while i get nothin but grime im eating rubbish like goat while u plump up in little coat.

(Here I mentioned something about it being hard to stay within 160 characters)

MC Superlame: lookin down at my feet at a fool that can't tweet, 160 characters taste like a treat. The brevity's twit, from the soul of my wit. Just ask yerself how do he do it

MC MTFB: only do 160 in the lambo i rite epics. brevity is fetid riting ish on my cell sideways. dont get it twisted dis aint a sidekick norris & i roundhouse u, so sick

MC Superlame: You're the norris, Im bruce lee. A victory you cant see. Just a dude in the shadows dreamin you could be Barry (emcee superlame's made a fatal mistake revealing his real name)

MC MTFB: i dream of devouring berries until i realize im awake, unhinging my jaw yor new home is shared by cake. i celebrated decimating an emcee fatality by mansnake

(Here comes the final blow to emcee main tank feral bear, his healers are oom and all his cd's are down)

MC Superlame: I throw verbal spears. Get over here! The black&yellow you fear. Whoopsie! You got swept by the footsy. Perfect! Finished him! With the burning fatality.

And MC MTFB went down a minute into the 9th round and the winner is Superlame by TKO.

Maaaan it's been a couple months since i posted figured one was due. I'm waiting for 3.2 hoping it's gonna drop today since i'm in dire need of some entertainment. To most of my friends' behest, I try about every free to play game i can get my hands on and recently thought about getting serious with Atlantica Online. I played it fanatically for a couple days until I realized it was another grind fest with an interesting battle system so I uninstalled it yesterday. I think i'm going to play dungeon siege 2 until the servers are back up... Thankfully there seems to be a degrassi marathon on mtv for some reason this morning so i'm watching the first season again.

In addition to waiting for 3.2 I'm also waiting for the plumber to get here, marina dropped a toilet brush down there and it's pretty messed up. On another mundane note I might have a new supervisor at JJ so i'll get more than one sandwich a week (!!!!!).

To my Steely Dan heads out there, last week Marina and I went to this really dope Hawaiian themed bar (http://www.yelp.com/biz/hala-kahiki-river-grove) in close proximity to the house and I had a zombie (although it wasn't served in a coco shell). It was pretty damn strong but kind of tasted like fruit punch.

Now degrassi is over and the plumber has gotta be close, over and out son.

schilling

This site is crazy there's way too much to do on there and you can basically listen to anything you want anytime you want.

uh ohhhh

Scanning page 330 of 399, I don't have much time left. I'm watching xavier renegade angel and enjoying it. The writing in this season is so rapid fire it's kind of hard to keep up sometimes. Anyways I was making the bed this morning and laughed thinking about this futurama quote:

Zapp Brannigan: The key to victory is discipline, and that means a well made bed. You will practice until you can make your bed in your sleep.

Fry: You mean while I'm sleeping in it?

Zapp Brannigan: You won't have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you'll be doing.

Piece out C-town down.

old writings

I wrote this 4 years ago and came upon it while googling myself. Enjoy.

I have a simple story to relate to all my fans. So i was sitting on a park bench reading psalm 51:23 when all of a sudden a huge red apple dropped from the oak tree behind me and plopped me in the head. That seriously disrupted my hard x core christian rock so i took my headphones off and checked out the scene. I thought about it for a second and realized oak trees don't grow apples huh? So i scratched my head in a puzzlish gesture and looked upward from whence the apple fell. Low and behold there was a snake up there! REMEMBER FROM THE BIBLE??! So i tried to talk to it but all he wanted to do was inject poisonous venom into my forearm. Well i was in a pickle huh? After hours of contemplating i picked up my bible and smote the creature back from the sulfurous pit he was born from, which was the portapotty behind the park. Unfortunately someone saw me and called the police but I explained that it was all a misunderstanding but when i reached for my bible to ask if the arresting officer had met jesus, he clubbed me until i was unconscious. Next think i knew i was in a holding cell waiting for my dad to pick me up... well i need a shower after that whole ordeal so take from my story what you may, jesus is in all of our hearts even if your clubbing your fellow man while he's reaching for the bible!

first call with jimmy and psycho boss

So today i went to meet my boss in the city for another day of god knows what. He starts to get really enamored with the idea of a talk show starring himself and yours truly. We spent about four hours setting up a projector, four laptops, and three cameras. At five it culminated in absolutely nothing getting done and i put everything back to its original position. I don't have a chair to sit on right now so i'm leaving on a quote and some pictures.

"Paul lay awake wondering: What's a gom jabbar?
In all the upset during this time of change, the old woman was the strangest thing he had seen.
Your Reverence.
And the way she called his mother Jessica like a common serving wench instead of what she was - a Bene Gesserit Lady, a duke's concubine and mother of the ducal heir."




Christmas morning, notice the semi-grin of contempt.



Christmas evening, I just like this picture, Marina has taken my usual dent in the couch.



I call this, "Frozen Fucking Bike"



Two anecdotes on the cold out here. This picture was taken after throwing boiling magma water on the driveway, it instantly froze. The other story involves wet hair and going outside. When going to interviews and work after taking a shower, no one told me that if it's cold enough your hair will freeze.



This was new years when we went down to lake michigan to watch the fireworks aka the coldest night of my entire life.



This is how I look when I cook.



Semi-famous ice cream place, "Margie's Candies" Next pics show menu (which is all ice cream) and the famed treat, I think we got a rasberry chocolate sundae.







Honestly one of the best pizzas I have ever eaten, from a place called Puree I think it was down the street from us.



Sexy breakfast I made one morning.



Moments before the mild mannered Scott Howard disappeared.



Marinas cousin, Carlos. Picture taken at a hilarious battle of the bands out in the boonies. Hilarious videos will be posted at some point. That was it for today, piece and much to love to everyone.

it turns out

The Gila Monster was my method of transportation to the madhouse. This was a relief since the train was starting to become burdensome, i was sick of quiet passages to and from work with which to read my novels. I hopped on the patent leather saddle (which came out of my first weeks pay) and spurred the large venomous lizard into a frenzied run. I tried to inform it, with slight kicks to the solar plexus, that it was in fact going the opposite direction of work. Unfortunately it misconstrued the kicks as my way of accelerating it's already blistering pace. Stuff be gettin' lost in translation like bill murray. After a dizzying ninety degree turn on to harlem it performed a twenty foot vertical jump on to the train. Turns out we would be taking the train after all.

On a lighter note...

The t-pain boat one is pretty damn funny too, this is the only funny stuff left in SNL