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I think Zoosk might be advertising on YouTube

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Nearly every single video I’ve watched on YouTube in the last week or so has been preceded by this ad for Zoosk, which is some sort of online dating service.  If I see that damn puppet one more time, I’m going to stab it right in the…

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Uhm… face?  Because its entire body seems to be made of a heart, so…  I guess I’ll just keep stabbing it until it’s dead.

To be fair, t he commercial is kinda funny, but I’m totally sick of it.  Why is Google targeting me with this ad?  I guess because I’m a dude, and dudes are always looking for dates, I guess.  Well whatever, Google – I’m very happy with Dr. Girlfriend – thanks for checking.

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Laguardia Airport vs Charlotte Douglas International Airport

I’ve been to both Laguardia Airport and Charlotte Douglas International Airport in the last week and they both made strong impressions.  Guess which was better?

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This Sucks: LG Washing Machine [Video Rant]

It is now clear to me that I spend entirely too much time thinking about the laundry.  And yet, I still often forget about it once I put it in the dryer… Continue reading

WIGS, a new YouTube channel

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Uhm… your glasses break?

The new YouTube channel, WIGS, launches with three shows:  Jan, Serena and Blue.  It’s teasing an additional 17 other shows with similar names:  Ro, Kendra and Ruth and Erica.  You think they’re trying to hit the male demographic?  Yeah, probably not.  All I can find out about the channel is that all it’s shows will star female leads and their tag line is “WIGS. Where It Gets Interesting.”  I guess “Lifetime, but on YouTube” doesn’t have the same ring to it.

Anyway, I’m too lazy to watch this stuff myself, so if anybody does check it out, let me know how it is.

This Sucks: Laundry Woes [Video Rant]

I guess I just don’t have it together when it comes to the basics of life, because when it comes to routine chores, I’m easily confused.  Continue reading

A Quick Thank You

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“Thanks!” | “Meow!”

I just wanted to take a quick moment to say thanks to everyone who has been following the blog via email, Twitter, Facebook, Google+ or any of the 90 million other ways we stay in touch these days.  I really appreciate that you take time out of your day to visit the site, ‘Like’ a post, rate a post via the stars, share it on your social network, drop a comment…  or any of the 90 million other things you can do at the bottom of each post.

If you have any suggestions, questions, comments or complaints, feel free to drop a comment or send me an email.  Maybe there’s a particular type of post you’d like to see more or less of… whatever, just let me know.  I can’t promise I’ll be able to make everyone happy, but I’ll do my best to accommodate.  For example, A Fly On The Wall:  Michael Jordan And His Hitler Mustache is one of the most popular posts on the site of all time, and AFOTW is something I’ve been meaning to get back to, but I haven’t been able to find the right topic, so any suggestions would be welcomed.

Ways to connect:
There are a zillion ways for us to stay connected.  Here are the ones I do my best to support:

Follow Via Email
This one is infallible; if you subscribe to the site via email, you’ll never miss a thing.  If you’re like me and you’re always connected to email, than this is the best way to follow the blog. To Follow Via Email, find this widget and enter your email address.  It looks like this:

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It’s NOT form of stalking. It’s a form of AWESOME!

twitter
Twitter is another great way to follow the blog as each time a post goes live, a note with a link is sent to Twitter automatically, so this way is also rock solid.  I consider myself fairly internet savvy, and I can post messages to Twitter without a problem, but following other people has proven to be a bit difficult for me.  (I mean, I can click the ‘follow’ button without a problem, but I find the feed difficult to read.)  I know there are these things called hash tags and I should be using them for… something…  but I don’t, and I’m flat out awful at having a conversation.  I’ll try to figure that Twitter thing out at some point so I can use it more effectively.  Practice makes perfect, I suppose.

facebook
I really hate the ‘Timeline’ thing.  I never used Facebook much before that update, but I’m even less inclined to use anything but the news feed now.  Anyway, Facebook is another great way to follow the blog as each time a post goes live, a note with a link is sent to Facebook automatically, so this way is also rock solid.  I’m also trying to do a ‘link of the day’ here, which just something I found on the net that I thought was worth a look.

you tube
YouTube is another place to see the few tiny videos I’ve been able to crank out rather than using the Video category link above.  If you have a YouTube/Google account and follow the blog there, new videos will come up in your Subscriptions… you probably know all this already.

google plus
As of right now, I’m not using this much, but if the interface between my site’s host and Google+ improves, that could change.

 

 

ebay
Hopefully, I’ll start posting more stuff to eBay soon.  As fair warning, it’s going to be a lot of old comic books, so I don’t blame you if that doesn’t peak your interest.  Oh, and Star Wars stuff… there was this two or three year period where I was buying Star Wars stuff and people were buying me Star Wars stuff… and it got totally out of hand.  Anyway, every little bit helps as there are tons of things I’d like to do on the blog (particularly video stuff) that I just can’t afford right now.  The website has a few costs associated with it, but until I actually start uploading video, they’re fairly minimum on an annual basis.  Still, they’re there, and they are not fun.

rss
Does anyone still use RSS?  Am I fool for not using it ever?  Anyway, it’s available here.

Contact via email
You can send an email to creativejamiecom [at] gmail [dot] com or use this form.

Siberian Husky Goes Bonkers

I shot this quick video with my Samsung Infuse 4G. This time, I uploaded the video directly to YouTube from my phone as opposed to the last video I shot with this my phone’s video camera, which I imported to my PC and then into Adobe Premier and finally uploaded to YouTube. I tend to not favor these sort of pointless videos, but it’s short in length and it’s fun to watch Conny run around like a crazy man – not to mention that this was a test I was interested to see the results of and will settle the question of whether or not I need editing software on my phone.

(Wow – video editing software on a cell phone. Things have changed since Zack Morris’ cell phone on Saved by the Bell!)

more Dog Videos at creativejamie.com/category/video/dogs-video/

Friday song review

If you haven’t heard the song that’s tearing up YouTube entitled, “Friday” by Rebeca Black, then congratulations, you have a deeply fulfilling life.

The rest of us aren’t so lucky.  “Friday” is, in my mind, fairly standard in terms of the pop music that is targeted toward teens these days.  Yet it seems that the rest of the internet thinks this is the worst song in the history of recorded music. I don’t think it’s a good song, but I wouldn’t go as far as to call it the damnation of mankind that others have.  I think its equally bad when compared with other songs that make me want to gouge out my eardrums with a q-tip, so lets get our comparison on.

I’d say that “Friday” is comparable to Miley Cyrus’ “Party in the USA;”  although ‘Friday’ is probably supposed to bring the teens to the dance floor, I’d guess that ‘Party’ is  something that hangs out in the background – until Old Navy licenses it for a Fourth of July sale commercial.  Other terrible songs that ‘Friday’ is worthy of being compared to includes (but not limited to) “Vertigo” by U2, “Beautiful Day” by U2 (to save time, lets just say anything U2 recorded after 1993), Eddie Murphy’s “Party All the Time,” and the list goes on.

Oh and speaking of crappy songs aimed at the kids, “Step By Step,” a New Kids On The Block jam, is obviously about coercing a woman to have sex – which either makes it an awful song or one of the greatest songs EVER WRITTEN. But that’s a blog for another day.  Still, it’s superior to Brian McKnight’s “Your Like A Dream Come True” which features the lyrics:

One:  you’re like a dream come true
Two:  just wanna be with you
Three:  girl its plain to see that you’re the only one for me and…
Four:  repeat step one through three

[record scratches] What?  “Repeat steps one through three?”  You lazy son of a bitch!  You couldn’t even be bothered to come up with five unique steps, only four?  (Step 5 is something about ‘make you fall in love with me.’  The use of the word ‘make’ is troubling, to say the least!)

I suppose it would be worthwhile to compare ‘Friday’ to other songs produced by Ark Music Factory, and most notably, ‘Butterflies‘ is a much better tune in every possible way (even the production on the video is better, if not weirder – what’s with the teacher?), but that’s akin to comparing one slice of pizza to another from the same pie.  Anyway, I’ll get to Ark later.

Let’s get back on track here and take a closer look at ‘Friday’ in its entirety.

Song Writing and Lyrics:
In terms of song writing, ‘Friday’ is juvenile and lazy, but at least I can understand what she’s saying and it makes sense – there is a great deal of ‘Party in the USA’ where I have no idea what Hannah Montana is going on about, but then, for me, that’s sort of the best of both worlds…  [ba-doom-crash]

Yesterday is Thursday
Today is Friday
Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes afterwords

See what I mean?  Sure, its an AWFUL lyric, but all you can really do is shake your head and say, “I can’t argue with that.”  If today is Friday, then, by default, tomorrow must be Saturday, and as we all know, Sunday does in fact come afterwords. Essentially, this little break in the song is like a course in basic logic.

Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend

I think she’s probably right about that.  Even the kids who like school are probably ready for a break by Friday.  So uhm, yeah.  In related news, the sky is blue, grass is green and sand comes in a variety of shades, ranging from yellow to off-white.

Beyond the lyric’s path of reason and if-then schematics, we also get to see how Rebecca Black tackles her morning routine:

Seven a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein’ everything, the time is goin’
Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends


Nothing too exciting happening; maybe if something happened here instead of nothing (The cereal could be stale, she could be out of cereal, she could trip on the way to the bus stop and all of her ‘friends’ laugh…), it would be a better song, but I get the impression that Rebecca Black didn’t write the song in the first place – we’ll get to that in a minute.

Kickin’ in the front seat
Sittin’ in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

I’m sure we all remember how turbulent the teen years of our lives were (And if you’re a teen now, I feel sorry for you, because you’re facing challenges I never could have dreamed of… cyber bulling?  Shizzy-lickets, that’s some crazy shiz!); just a lot going on, your brain is literally not finished developing – I’d forgotten what a pain in the ass being a teenager was.  If trying to decide which seat you have to sit in is the hardest part of your day, consider yourself lucky.  On the other hand, I’m sure we all remember the social consequences of where we sat in classrooms, cafeterias, and of course, buses.  Oh, and where to sit in your thirteen year old friend’s convertible.  Man, that was a tough decision for me to make way back when!

Vocal Ability and Diction:
It’s fair to say that Ms. Black’s vocal performance isn’t the greatest thing I’ve ever heard, but then, people are using live auto tune processing these days, so it’s hard to harp on her too much for that and after all, it’s pop music – I don’t think anybody really tunes into to pop music to appreciate the immense talent of the artist.  Again, going back to Miley Cyrus’ “Party in the USA,” during which I can hardly understand what she’s saying – what the hell comes after, “Throw my hands up, playing my song?”   But admittedly, Ms. Cyrus gives a much better vocal performance than Ms. Black could ever hope to.  And what’s with the weird articulation on the word ‘Friday?”  It sounds like she’s chewing on the word, like one of my dogs ripping the cover off a baseball.

The Video:
The video is…  actually, from a production standpoint, it’s a pretty good video.  It’s well edited, has nice image quality, the shots have nice composition, the sync with the music is good, the camera moves are nice, the lighting is not great, but it’s decent… I can’t figure out what 13 year old kids are doing driving convertibles…  but beyond that, it’s a solid little video.

Impressions of Rebeca Black:
Not much to say here; obviously she’s not a great singer, and she either wasn’t given the opportunity or can’t dance, and in pop music, that counts.  If you’re going to compare teenage pop stars, you pretty much have to hold them to the highest standard there is, and that’s a young Michael Jackson of the Jackson Five, and… well, it’s not worth going into that comparison.
Impressions of Ark Music Factory:
My understanding is that if you give Ark $2000 bucks, they’ll let you choose from a few pre-written songs, record that song with you and then produce a companion music video.   I believe they also provide the guy who raps (badly) as a… bonus, I guess.  He’s their in-house MC… can you imagine going to the water cooler at work and that guy is there, just rapping all the time?  “Hey Jamie/See you’re here getting some water/Could I introduce you to my daughter?/She needs a date for the big dance/We think you deserve a chance!/But remember-” At that point, I’d just punch him in the face.  Whatever, I’d rather go to prison than have to work with that guy and his cliche rapping one more day…  (Sorry, lost track of reality for a second there.)

In any case, I wouldn’t be surprised if Ark was charging $2000 for just the video production, never mind song writing and recording.  Ever done any video editing?  It’s a pain in the ass, not to mention shooting the video.  (And you know what’s an even bigger pain in the ass?  Mixing recorded audio.  For me, editing video is a labor of love, but mixing audio is the product of the God Damn DEVIL.  It’s tedious as hell and I suck at it.  HARD.  So whatever the guy who is mixing the audio gets paid, it’s not enough – unless he gets to keep all of the $2000 for himself.)  Sure, the song is poorly written, but the sound quality is OK, so they must have decent recording gear… this stuff is not free, so to those that insist Rebecca Black got ripped off, I don’t agree.  I bet the recording and filming process was fun for Ms. Black…  although having thousands of people tell you they think you suck via the internet probably isn’t that much fun.

The thing that shocks me the most about the entire Ark Music Factory catalog that’s out there is the shocking lack of parental accountability.  Once you buy an experience like this for your kid, you have to realize that if their wheels weren’t already turning about being a famous teen pop star, they are now.  I mean, let’s be honest: if a kid has legit talent, they’d be out there, winning competitions, going on auditions and would not be relying on layers upon layers of auto tune.  That is not the case with Ark’s client base, so we seem to have wandered into an area of self published music, much like self published novels, which are almost always awful.  But that’s fine, I don’t have any problem with self publishing, but when it’s a kid…  I’m not sure it is ever a good idea for kids to be involved in this sort of venture, whether as a signed or self published artist.  Again, being a teen is a pain in the ass, and frankly, if you ask a kid, “You want to go to school or try to be a teen pop sensation?”  Which one of those options do you think the kid is going to pick?  Kids can’t make that decision for themselves; the parents need to be involved.  Giving Ark $2000 for the package was one thing, but putting it on YouTube for the world to see…  this probably wasn’t a good idea.  If you go onto the internet and invite people into your life, believe me, they’re going to show up, and odds are, the evil internet trolls are going to make ‘telling it like it is’ look like ‘constructive criticism.’  I bet you’ve been to a little league game and seen a kid swing at a ball right down the middle and miss, then the coach said, “Good swing,” and you’re thinking, “What?  That kid sucks.”  Except you thought it, right?  That’s not how it works on the internet.  Sure, most people still think the criticism, but there is a much greater percentage of people who will tell you in no uncertain terms that, ‘YOU SUCK, YOU’RE THE WORST HITTER/SINGER EVER, EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM IS NOW DUMBER FOR HAVING WITNESSED THIS; I AWARD YOU NO POINTS AND MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL.’  (That’s right, they’ll work movie quotes into their insults.)

Yeah, that’s what tends to happen on the internet; even if you do something well, there’s still a bunch of trolls who will show up and tear you to shreds.  Imagine what its like when you actually do suck?  It’s happening to Ms. Black right now.  Still, she’s not the worst ever, but she’s on my list somewhere between, “Party all the time,” and “Hello, hello! Hola!  There’s a place called vertigo!  Donde esta?  It’s everything i wish i didn’t know.  You give me something, I can feel.  Yeah Yeah Yeah…”

On second thought, “Vertigo” is probably worse than “Friday.”  Suck on that, Bono.

Ranking the Top 11 Thrill Rides at Walt Disney World

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Mickey chillin’ at his clubhouse, sans shirt.

For three years in a row, my girlfriend and I have taken the same vacation together to visit our good friend Mickey Mouse.  Sure, he’s a rodent and never says a word when we see him in person, but he’s really good about putting a shirt on when you drop in.  We could go somewhere else, but what type of rides will they have there?  What if the answer is, “Uhm, the Grand Canyon doesn’t have rides, sir…  well, maybe a scenic tour or something.  Or I could throw you into the abyss – no line, no waiting!”  That sounds a little bit too much like the Great Movie Ride to me…  at least the Studio Backlot Tour has water, air canons and fire.  Anyway, we keep going back to Disney World, and it’s still awesome. Continue reading

Nicolas Cage Losing His Shit YouTube Video Makes Wicker Man Seem Funnier Than It Really Is

After watching Nicolas Cage Losing His Shit on YouTube, I had to check in with some associated videos to learn where some of the more ridiculous scenes came from The Wicker Man.  I couldn’t resist – I actually watched The Wicker Man from start to finish, and in context, the scenes aren’t quite as funny as they are when edited together in the aforementioned video…  instead, the highlights we’re shown from The Wicker Man seem like a string of bad film making decisions.

If you’re not familiar with The Wicker Man, here’s a crash course.

spoiler alert

It’s a remake of a good movie from 1973 directed by Robin Hardy and starring Edward Woodward, Christopher Lee and Britt Ekland.  The 2006 version is directed by Neil LaBute and starring Nicolas Cage, Ellen Burstyn and Kate Beahan.  The movie chronicles a California motorcycle cop’s (Mr. Cage) nonsensical, frustrating (for the audience, not just for Mr. Cage’s character) and at times boring journey.  Mr. Cage’s character witnesses a horrible accident involving a station wagon he’s just pulled over and a tractor trailer.  The station wagon bursts into flames after the collision, and Mr. Cage’s character is unable to rescue the little blond girl inside.  During his recovery from this, he begins having waking (and… uhm, you know, sleeping) dreams about the little girl, after which are over he takes some nondescript pills that are never explained.  Another cop comes by to visit him at his house and mentions that no bodies were found in the flaming wreckage and the car was not registered.  Then he gets a letter from a former fiance asking him to come to the weird farming commune island she lives on off the coast of Washington to help her find her missing daughter.  He begs a ride off the guy that flies in the imports/exports and starts asking questions, making no effort to be even slightly civil with the weird women he encounters or their strange drone like men who do not speak.  (The female dominated society is a queen bee/worker drone metaphor kinda thing!  With no talking for men!)  He essentially yells all of his questions and if the women don’t answer, don’t give him the answer he wants or don’t answer fast enough, he asks again, louder.  The women try to point out that he’s not in California and has no jurisdiction in Washington on their private property, but he quickly dismisses this as irrelevant.

There’s lots of meaningless double speak; first, the women won’t even admit the girl exists.  Then he finds the girl’s name in the school attendance records.  The teacher admits that the girl is what Cage’s character would consider dead (yeah, they believe in some sort of transferring spirit world thingy that is never explained) and she’s buried in an old abandoned church grave yard, as per the mother’s wishes.  Mr. Cage’s character is pretty sure the girl was burned to death, sacrificed for the harvest… or something.  Later, he gets permission to exhume the body, but all he finds is a burnt doll.  (Hence:  “How’d it get burned?  How’d it get burned?  How’d it get burned?  How’d it get burned?”)  Since he’s been on the island, he keeps thinking he sees or hears the girl, and this happens again; he ends up in the church’s basement, which is mostly flooded, and someone locks him down there over night.  Somehow, he doesn’t drown, which is a huge stroke of luck for both him and the ladies.  Finally his former fiance lets him out in the morning.  Convinced the girl is still alive and will be sacrificed at the harvest festival, Cage punches a woman in the face and steals her bear costume.  (Yes, you read that right, but let me convey that again, just so you are clear that this is what really happens in the movie:  he punches a woman in the face and steals her bear costume!!!)  On cue, the ladies and drone-men put the girl on a pyre, but Cage runs up in his disguise, punches another woman in the face and runs off with the girl.  They run through the woods for a while until they come to a clearing, and the girl gets too far ahead for him to keep up – she’s a fast little girl!  All the towns people are there and the girl runs to them, and the little girl asks her mom if she did it right… led him here, she means.  They reveal to cage that they are sacrificing him in accordance to their ritual.  Somehow, they got the bullets out of his gun… which is weird, because he checked his gun after the last time they would have had access to it.  First they break his legs, have a bunch of bees sting him, then they put him in a giant wicker tower and burn him  and some animals alive.  They seem to allude that his former fiance had just left the island to get pregnant; she was never running away.  Perhaps they’re also saying that the car from the accident didn’t have any bodies and was unregistered because they planned that too, somehow, so he’d be more likely to come to the island to try and save the little girl after he failed save a different little girl and as per the ritual, he had to come to the island of his own free will… or something.  Anyway, that’s how the movie ends, with him burning to death.  Imagine we could all get a fictional turn burning Nick Cage to death?!?  That’d be something.

That’s not to say there aren’t any laughs In the Wicker Man, because there are.  Nicholas Cage punching women in the face (or kicking them in the chest), running around in a bear costume, most of the dialogue spoken in scenes that take place on the island is generally funny…  There are also those deliberate movie gags that are supposed to be scary but aren ‘t.  He’s walking around in the upstairs part of a barn and falls through the floor and holds on for dear life until he drags himself back to the elevated level’s floor.  Why the barn floor gave way, I have no idea.  The barn, like the rest of the buildings on the island, seem to be in good order…  he imagines he sees the car crash from the highway hitting a little girl on the ferry…  he wakes up from a dream and he’s holding the girl’s drowned body, but then he really wakes up… lame.

I do think it’s worth mentioning that for all of Mr. Cage’s yelling, “They’re in my eyes!  Ah!  My eyes!” there are, in fact, no bees in his eyes.  Maybe he meant to say that he could see the bees with his eyes…  Ugh, this movie sucks.  I can, at least, see things with my eyes:  Nicholas Cage sucking at acting.

Attention Must Be Paid: James Rolfe: The Angry Video Game Nerd and the Bullshit Man

While James Rolfe’s career continues to bring him more opportunities the longer he persists, I still feel that he could use a shout out, and so, it’s time for Attention Must Be Paid, James Rolfe edition… or, in internet vernacular, AMBPAVGN.

While wandering around the internet, I came across a video on YouTube that delighted me:  the series was called, You Know What’s Bullshit? and the episode was called, Temperature.  This, I am sure, is one of the greatest things to ever grace the YouTube servers.

“Potatoes are assholes; they’re so unpredictable.”

Has a better sentence ever been uttered?  I think not.  Potatoes are, in fact, assholes!  (Sure, they’re not on corn‘s level, but what vegetable is?)

The Bullshit series is a work of art in itself, from part 1 to part 13.  I was stunned with the quality of the writing, camera work and most of all, the superior editing.  YouTube has so much fatty waste clogging up its mighty heart that its easy to get stuck in the muck of loathsome dreck, a sea of unedited video with awful pop music poorly mixed in the background, and the Bullshit series was a tremendous breath of fresh air; people really were putting quality video on YouTube.  Who knew?

I soon found that I had engorged on the entire “You Know What’s Bullshit?” series (I’m also a big fan of the DVD sticker and DVD collection episodes) and yearned for more.  The discovery that there was more ‘bullshit’ to be experienced beyond Temperature was a revelation in itself, but I had no idea what loomed just over the horizon.

The first episode I saw of The Angry Video Game Nerd was his review of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for the Nintendo Entertainment System.  TMNT for the NES is the worst kind of video game; it gave us the opportunity to interact as our favorite genetically altered reptiles, and in the early levels, you see so much promise.  Sure, the controls aren’t great, but it’s a fun game… at first.  Then it starts to suck, and that’s where James Rolfe comes in.

It sucking fucks, it fucking sucks, it fucking blows, it’s a piece of shit…  and I don’t like it.

James Rolfe as The Angry Video Game Nerd

James Rolfe as The Angry Video Game Nerd

Agreed, sir.  Agreed.

If you were a gamer in the mid to late eighties and onward, then you know how revolutionary Nintendo was for those of us who were used to the classic Atari 2600 (or pretenders like the ColeocoVision), as was the Super Nintendo (I know this is an old debate, but Sega sucked.  The Sega Master System and Sega Genesis were inferior pieces of hardware; we can debate game libraries till the cows come home, but when games came out on both systems, Nintendo wins hands down every time… hence Sega makes games for Nintendo now?  Figure that one out!), the Nintendo 64, and so on.  (I’ll take another quick second to say that for the most part, the Playstation is a load-time-cut-scene-infused paperweight.)  That being said, Nintendo had it’s fair share of bad games, whether licensed or not, and The Angry Video Game Nerd is just the man to exorcise the video game demons that haunt our souls from both yesterday, today and tomorrow.

I feel that I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Mr. Rolfe’s other efforts, which can be found on his website at Cinemassacre.com.  His other series, such as Board James, a partly informational series on Board Games, a convention I assume is going the way of the Polar Bear (his horror movie-esque short on Mr. Bucket is not to missed) or the annual Cinemassacre.com’s Monster Madness, which brings an assortment of monster movies to the forefront every Halloween, and I think any movie fan would enjoy, even if you’re like me and don’t spend much time watching horror, slasher or monster movies.

James Rolfe has taken the comedic review to strange and hilarious new places.  Sure, it can be juvenile, profane and even downright disgusting, but that’s what makes it fun.  In fact, I particularly enjoyed a long diatribe about how bad a game was involving excrement and… well, other things, after which The Nerd said, “That was foul; I apologize.”  It’s over the top, it’s silly and it’s great.  It’s also self aware, which may be the most important reason it works so well.  The guy does a brilliant job connecting with the audience… maybe its just me, because Mr. Rolfe and I are the same age and from the same part of the country and come from a shared experience, but I think there is something for everyone in Mr. Rolfe’s catalog.  Take a look, you’re bound to find something you like.

Unless you can’t tolerate profanity and vulgarity.  Then you’re shit out of luck.