Thursday

PC vs Mac: Let's settle this once and for all

I had my mind set on doing this post today but when I found out that Steve Jobs had died I decided against it - I didn't want people to think I was doing it for that reason. But, this morning I decided against deciding against it since this really has nothing to do with Steve Jobs plus, no matter when I write it, certain pompous cockmuppets will not like it. So here it goes.

PCs are better. Oh, no! Did I give away the ending? No, I didn't because you all know I'm right.  Take a look at Apple's "creative" campaign and tell me it doesn't target teenagers, Twilight fans and apparently, people who hate their (or their parents') money. This is what they did:


They put a suit on a dorky chubster with a receding hairline and called him a PC. Awww... PCs are all about work and they're not much to look at - not cool dude! On the other hand they gave their Mac the cute, "forever young" face of Justin Long, casual, comfy clothes, sporadic facial hair and, what is that? He nonchalantly has his hands in his pockets? OMG, WTF he must be cool! Macs are the best!

Screw you Apple and your lies! See that man on the left? He works for a living and he probably started off with nothing but look at him now. He works hard, he betters himself all the time and his reward is that he is in his 30s and he's already someone's boss. No, the guy on the right does not have a boss. Actually, he doesn't have a job. Yup, he's still living with his parents and he's not really going anywhere since they're supporting his mild pot-addiction. That's what I think when I see your ads Apple and you know what? My interpretation is spot on.

Get a PC and you get options. You can upgrade EVERYTHING and it will work with your 10 year old printer, no questions asked. Pay double, get a Mac and you have the technological equivalent of Edward Cullen. A sparkly teenager, frozen in time, maybe a bit more functional than a photograph. The only way to upgrade a Mac is to buy a new one. And try, just try to use your old-ish peripherals. Not gonna happen. Games? Don't make me laugh! 

Let's make their ad a bit more truthful, shall we?

Hi, I'm a Mac                                                                                                             And I'm a motherfuckin' PC - now bend over

That's marketing accuracy. Aquaman works in a specific environment that no human can live in and his superpowers(?) include and are limited to talking to fishes and asking them to do favours for him. And he can swim. Exactly like Macs. If you want to draw or watch YouTube videos then, sure, a Mac can do that. You can update your Facebook, too. But why would you waste a huge amount of money on just "browsing"? Oh and, do you see the hand? Poor Aquaman lost it in fight with Charybdis. He is a superhero with one hand.

One button. ONE BUTTON!

Iron Man on the other hand, is the epitome of badassery. He is the coolest geek - he actually gave himself superpowers and he enjoys constantly upgrading the fuck out of them. Reminds you of something? My comparison works on a philosophical level, too. Everyone knows who Iron Man really is - a PC allows you have an identity since you can customize it to perfectly suit your needs. And you're not just another pretentious fucktard, you are Tony Stark beeotch

Sure, sometimes Iron Man malfunctions but he fixes himself right up. No need to stay in some Apple hospital for weeks before he can kick some ass again! Right then and there, that's how Tony rolls. Apple will try to convince you that their products never crash, which is a lie. Everything crashes. Maybe they crash less but let's not forget that wear and tear is directly proportional to the use you are getting out of something. If you only used your PC "ironically", it would never crash. Ever.

Macs are good for checking emails though. I'll give them that.

Wednesday

I booked my holiday, stay out of my way

Soon I will be fucking off for a week for it is finally time for my summer holiday. So what if it'll be Christmas soon? I'm too special to conform (plus I'm skint and everything is miles cheaper now). Unfortunately, while the prospect of sun, alcohol and brilliant nothingness excites me, I have the actual travelling part to dread.

Do I have to?

I love doing new things, seeing new places - I'm just not a big fan of the whole "getting there" ordeal.  This is what I have to do for my October trip: 3 hours of train-travel with 2 changes on the night before (since there are no late-night trains). Arrive at the city centre just after midnight. From there, take a bus to the airport. And then wait. And wait. And wait. Check-in first thing in the morning and then, 5 hours later... "You have reached your destination". But throughout all that there is one thing, one thing that makes travelling almost unbearable - human interaction

Typical travelers

Something happens to people on planes, something magically horrifying. Each and every traveler, whether coming or going, is irritated, anxious, tired, hungry, thirsty, rude and obnoxious. The moment people step foot on a plane, we turn into 5 year olds on long car-drives. Only our father is not there to play the "are we there yet?" game and our mother doesn't  have extra snacks and fruit-juice in her bag for us. 

We are devastatingly alone while the person next to us is coughing furiously, the kid behind us is kicking our seat while crying loudly and the person standing over us is trying to shove a Louis Vuitton imitation supersized bag in the overhead compartment causing an avalanche of coats and handbags on our head. 

You know the one

And then there's the Chatter. Oh, how I loathe you Chatter. Not because you like to talk to strangers, no - sometimes I don’t mind the entertainment. But not for 5 hours and not while all of the above are taking place at the same time. 

Why don't you shut-up when you see me reaching for my earphones?  Why do I have to experience that awkward situation where I have successfully shoved one in my ear but the hand that's holding the other earphone is left lingering inches away from my head just because your lips won't stop moving? Do you want me to be rude? 

Once, a Chatter actually invited herself to my imaginary (her imagination, not mine) future wedding. I'm not joking - she asked if I was in a relationship, I said "yes" and then, she thought it was appropriate to give me her card and tell me to call her before I get married so she can make arrangements to be there. I mean... what? She then started going on and on about her sons and how they don't want to settle down and blah blah blah. Chatter, you have never been interesting enough to make me want to listen to your stories for hours at a time so why try

No we won't
Anyone can guess the upcoming flight's main topic of conversation. The economy. By the time we land, I know I will be completely and utterly depressed, feeling guilty that I’m spending money on "luxuries" when I should be saving every penny I can get my hands on before we go to war or something.

Not a good start to a holiday, is it?

I can see it happening: My ears will start to buzz, a vague claustrophobic feeling will overcome me and the grim realization that I have nowhere to go will spread its roots in my lower abdomen, pressing on my bladder making me want to pee. I don't like peeing in aeroplane-bathrooms! It’s all your fault Chatter. Why do you always have to sit next to me

And I just know you sonofabitch

I know you'll sit next to me again on my way back.

Tuesday

Fuck you Jersey Shore

Just know that everytime this happens...



...somehow...




...somewhere...




...an angel...




gets ass-raped.

Movies too bad NOT to be classed as masterpieces - Part III

11. Freddy Got Fingered - 2001

Disgusting, disturbing and ridiculous. And pathetic. Repulsive, unecessary and lame. Moronic and childish. Think of any negative adjectives and they can be used to describe this movie. The good thing is it doesn't take itself seriously. The bad thing is it exists and now, the image of Tom Green masturbating an elephant will forever be the backdrop of my nightmares.


Can you believe Drew Barrymore played a part in this film and not only shagged him, but actually married this douche?

12. Passion in the Desert - 1998


The Scarlett Johansson of movies. A man gets into a relationship with a leopard he calls Simoom. Yes, you read that right. A man falls in love with a leopardHonoré de Balzac wrote it, someone turned it into a movie and art-freaks everywhere rejoiced. Unfortunately, if you want to find out exactly how bad Passion in the Desert is, you will have to watch it simply because there are no words in any language to precisely describe it.

I know what you're thinking and no, that's not Leigh Francis

*My closest friend and I are, to this very day, "selling" this movie to the people we hate as a brilliant masterpiece. So to anyone who might be reading this that has heard us talking about Passion in the Desert in an orgasmic manner, now you know.

13. Battlefield: Earth - 2000

In 1982 L. Ron Hubbard, founder of the religion of Scientology, wrote a science fiction novel. In 2000 it was turned into a movie and John Travolta starred in it for no reason other than him being of the same faith. 


It wasn't a good enough reason.

Note: I shouldn't really say words like "faith" and "religion" when referring to Scientology seeing as it's an utterly moronic concept but I'm feeling generous today.

14. Killer Klowns from Outer Space - 1988

Alien clowns use ray guns to wrap people in a cotton candy cocoon they can feed off. Killer pies may or may not be involved (they are) in this classic horridness from the 80s. Cotton candy and pies. Oh, and pop corn that turns into mini clownesque creatures. Fantastic!


This right here, this is the stuff dreams are made of.

15. Gigli - 2003

IMDB describes it as violent story about a criminal lesbian (Ben Affleck), a tough-guy hit-man with a heart of gold (Justin Bartha), and a retarded man (Jennifer Lopez). I would simply describe it as violent (towards my senses) and retarded. J-Lo and Ben Affleck are more horrible than ever with no chemistry between them and sadly, not even Al Pacino, who inexplicably appears out of nowhere for a couple of scenes and then fucks off, can save this wreck of a movie. And yes, yes, I know, the names. But maybe this casting would have made it a bit more interesting.


Give this woman an Oscar!

These past few days that I've been writing about these movies I've actually felt my IQ drop quite a few points. I really need to watch a normal film tonight. Part IV will have to wait until I feel emotionally prepared to go through another psychological fist-fucking. Until then...

Gobble, gobble.

Part I here
Part II here