2015. The cinematic world is in constant peril. There is always a super villain is bent on destroying the world, and mankind looks to the skies, hoping for someone with the courage and power to fight back. Those wishes are always heeded, usually by some grim-faced dude with a penchant for one-liners. It’s the age of the superhero movie.
For the past 15 years, we’ve had a barrage of blockbuster superhero movies aimed at us. Some of the characters are already well known, some have been obscure. Geek culture has been on a steady rise, thanks in part to these movies. If you’re a fan of comic books, there has never been a better time to be alive.
So why do fanboys keep bitching? Continue reading
With the weather continuing to warm, we’re seeing a rise in animal attacks. It’s only natural that our sworn enemies would start a new offensive as they wake up after the long winter. But not every animal hibernates the way bugs, bears and such do.
What’s worse is that we seem to be letting them get away with it. We allow these beasts to probe and exploit our weaknesses. They are using our compassion, our reason, and our sense of justice against us. Don’t believe me?
How about that a chimp is now considered a person in the eyes of the law? Continue reading
When I was a young kid, I had the greatest memory. I could remember conversations word for word. I was hanging on every little detail, because in my young life, there had never been anything more exciting. It was the most interesting stuff I had ever seen, so why wouldn’t I hold onto it? Also, I was a kid, so I had pretty much nothing else going on, that made it easy to concentrate.
Now I’m in my 30s and my memory sucks. I mostly blame the internet for that. I don’t need to remember stuff anymore, because I can just look it up. I can even pull up an IM conversation and find details from a conversation with a friend if I need to. I’ve found that a day later, I can’t remember who it was that told me something, and sometimes, when talking to my wife, I forget what I’ve already told her about my day, because mentally I’m already thinking about something else. That’s when I repeat myself. Ladies love it when you tell them the same story twice in one conversation, or ask them the same question twice. It really shows that you care.
According to science, I should probably stop working out and start eating my face off. Continue reading
For most of my dating career, there was no Facebook. Looking back, I think that’s probably a good thing. Things you post never die, even when you do. Facebook came on the scene during my senior year of college, and even then, MySpace was the clear favorite of the cool kids, and would be for another two years or so. Before that, you didn’t declare your relationship status publicly. You might brag about your new fling to your friends, or bring someone home to meet your parents if things got really serious, but that was about it.
But before long, Facebook and his relation-ship labeling technology beat out MySpace and its profile song autoplay functionality. If you met someone and eventually had the “define the relationship” talk, you could then announce the results to all your friends with a couple clicks. Of course, this also meant you had to publicly acknowledge when the relationship spiraled out of control and eventually met its demise.
Then things got complicated. People started getting married. Continue reading
Comedian, writer and TV host Neal Brennan once mocked crowdfunding with the above tweet. It’s sort of funny to think about all those campaigns out there begging for your money, like the guy with the handwritten sign you ignore on your way to work. I’ve always found it funnier to watch certain projects wildly beat their goals, only to get slogged down in development or some other bump in the road neither they, nor their investors, saw coming. Remember that Android-based game console from a couple years ago? Whoops.
It’s made much more sense to me to invest only in things made by people who have previously made something of value. If someone has done work that I truly enjoyed, and for some reason can’t get the funding for his or her next project through the traditional channels, I’ll consider making a meager donation. Except for Zach Braff. Screw that guy.
So when Broken Lizard came knocking at my laptop asking for a handout, why did I turn them away? Continue reading
I graduated college 10 years ago. A lot has happened in that time. Society is very different from what it was then. Smartphones didn’t really exist yet. MySpace was dominating Facebook, and no one had heard of Twitter. Our culture was in some ways monolithic, since we still relied on traditional media forms to learn about trends and such. I’ve changed, too, but I don’t think anywhere near as drastically.
I didn’t have a cell phone in high school. When the bottom fell out of the economy, I was already on my second job in my career in journalism. I’ve never agreed with being called a “Millennial,” because there’s a big difference culturally between myself and people five years younger than me. Ten years gone, I’m certain that college life looks very different than it did when I was there–it’s probably changed more in the past decade than any other 10-year span.
But one thing that hasn’t changed is Greek life. Why do we still have fraternities, anyway? Continue reading
There is no shortage of serious issues to address these days. Not that there was ever a time when there weren’t any problems that we as a society had to address, I just like opening up with a platitude. It gets you all on my side. And I don’t need to tell you that one of the most important issues today is beer.
It’s been a while since we talked about beer and the issues around it. I can tell you there is one non-issue getting a lot of press since the Super Bowl: the AB-InBev attack ad on craft beer. It’s not news that craft beer has long looked down its nose at poor-quality, mass-produced brews, but it was the first time one of the big boys hit back. It’s not an issue, because it didn’t do anything but get people riled up. No one watched the ad and decided to reconsider their taste in beer. No one. It just made beer related social media annoying to follow for a while.
So what’s really going on out there with beer? Continue reading
For the past several years, my wife and I have gone to an Oscars viewing party hosted by friends. We all fill our ballots and eat and drink. The hosts are huge into movies, and have usually seen most, if not all, of the movies up for an award–even the foreign ones and animated shorts, which no one ever sees.
It reminds me that I haven’t seen that many movies, which I was already clear about this year. But it also reminds me that the show isn’t really for me, it’s for the cinephiles like them. That’s not necessarily a bad thing in theory. But take into account that ratings really sucked last night, which means we’re watching other things. We’re bored by award shows.
That’s why we need to ban acceptance speeches. Continue reading
Happy Presidents’ Day, everyone. If you live on the East Coast, there’s a decent chance you were just hit or are now being hit by a snow storm. That means you’re hoping you don’t have to go outside for any reason tomorrow, and would rather just drink.
It’s the most appropriate way to celebrate Presidents’ Day, aside from visiting a president’s grave, or offering a living one sexual favors or something. So we’re going to take a step back to Feb. 20, 2012, where I talked about the drinking habits of our first three presidents.
We now join that column, already in progress. Continue reading
I try to avoid writing about sports when I can. We already have someone in-house to do that, and besides, the internet is littered with random people giving their hot takes on the latest happenings in the world of sporting. (You could make the same argument about snarky blogs, but whatever.)
So when I do write about sports, I try to do it from an angle calling the industry and its followers out. This is one of those posts. I’ll do my best to keep my fanboydom to a minimum, but you’ll probably roll your eyes once or twice. I just ask that you take your head out of your ass.
Now, let’s talk about ball pressure. Woo, sports! Continue reading