Requiem for a Dream Heist

So last night I had another crazy dream.

It was kind of like a heist movie but with some family drama thrown in.

Like, it was me and this middle aged black guy, and this much old white guy. We did all these heists perfectly, with barely a word spoken between us.
Things kind of got weird though, as they are wont to do in my dreams.

Basically my sister in law came to visit with her kids because they hadn't seen us in a while. This is fine, but they came without any notice (unless you count a brief SMS half an hour prior to shifting four kids, yourself and a partner interstate.) That's mental!

Anyway, the next weird thing was an attempt to stop a heist, which involved a man-generated earthquake. No one died, but it made a huge rift right where our Japanese themed hotel was - between that and the MacDonald's across the street.

So as we're running away... we have to jump over trenches filled with Macca's fries.

I run past a detective who luckily doesn't see me. The black guy ducks into a nearby barber shop and sits in the first available seat posing as a customer, despite being bald and clean faced. I run out the back and into an antechamber of sorts that somehow has entrances to several other stores like a fancy bar and a restaurant and a retail store.

Posing as a waitress, no-one at the restaurant seems to care because they're all in on it.

Which.... now that I think about it, is a really bad business plan for a secret thieving ring.

Later, the other men try to get me to leave the gig as it's too risky, there's a sweet moment where the really old guy seems determined to leave his fingerprints on his calling card to let us get away scot free (even though we were chilling in a bar, and apparently got off scot free anyway) then some jerk at the table besides us says something like we were ripped off about something and the old man Luigi Death-stared him.

So what was this?

Was I hungry for Macca's? Desperate to plan a cool looking heist? Able to juggle random family visits and my job like it's Christmas? I don't know.

We didn't even seem to get any loot. I'm pretty sure we just did the  bad ass walk thing like yeeeahhh.... if we were *actually* gonna steal stuff, this is how we'd do it. 

Literally, I can't... Literally you shouldn't!

I thought I'd check the news today and one headline jumped out at me...

"The women just went crazy!"

Of course I clicked on it! Then, the page couldn't be found which only deepened my suspicions. What the hell happened today?! I googled that headline and found a couple of hits.
Turns out it was just Red Foo and a bunch of idiots being Red Foo and a bunch of idiots.

Basically, they'd released a song and were subsequently butt hurt because they felt that they were unjustly attacked by those wicked, wicked feminists, female bloggers, well, basically females in general. Why do these women have so many agendas? Why are they out to hurt poor Red Foo?
Let's have a look..

In other news, Katy Perry does something else stupid...

It's no secret that I have no love for Katy Perry. Her willingness to sue someone because they used their real name (her stage name), the sickening sugar pop that keeps spewing out over the airwaves, her overused expressions and stupid outfits..

Another thing. Her lyrics. She is insanely popular, but her songs could be written by fourth graders. The raps by her guest artists are surprisingly worse. I mean, raps! You expect hardcore content and you get Snoopy the Lion or whatever he is now rambling incoherently about marshmallows or something. Maybe Katy had them or something similar shooting out from her boob-cannons again.

My main complaint today is from her new album Prism. Roar is catchy enough, but I can't get it out of my head that someone was listening to the Rocky soundtrack and got mysteriously inspired.. maybe by Robin Thicke's selective hearing muse? Unconditionally is so boring and lame.. it's like she realised that while she's hit every demographic from stereotypical California girls to vibrating aliens, cheating heterosexual lesbian lovers to temperature challenged folks.. she's never yet hit the wedding demographic.

Dark Horse.... I LOVE THE MUSIC. I CAN'T STAND ANYTHING ELSE.

Suicide Squad Seven - The Alliterating Issue

Yes, it’s that time of the month again, so dig out your hot pants, get ready to storm Gotham PD and grab that skinned off Joker face because it’s the SUICIDE SQUAD #7 REVIEW!

Assuming I read like a normal person, let’s start with the cover. When I first saw this cover, I didn’t like it. Now I can see it full size it’s kind of growing on me, like Joker flesh on Deadshot’s face.(Tee hee) The new Harley Quinn logo surprised me, as last time they just stole her old one. You know, the one from the ‘original’ DC universe pre-reboot, post-pre-infinite... ehh... you know what I mean. The one that doesn’t exist anymore, or kind of does in some ways, but only in ways DC can make money off it.. Ehhh, you know what I mean.

When we last left off in Suicide Squad, Harley was being taken in by the police force in Gotham after surrendering in the street – the idea being that it would be easier to get to her target that way. This totally cock blocked the rest of the squad from getting to her, and boy, were they pissed. So, when page one opened on some random plan about distracting the cops with some holographic imprint on King Shark I was kinda like... What?

I mean, this is GOTHAM. Batman Gotham. Something attacks them, and before you know it, good old commish is on the horn to every damn bat in the city. To be honest, there are a lot of bats in Gotham city. How could they be sure that this wouldn’t attract Batman?

Spelling-bound

Another topic dear to my heart is spelling. I've always been more of a book person than a math person, so I can understand how other people might be the other way around. Maybe they never had the education I did, maybe they had a better one.

We are going far beyond the realms of 'their', 'there' or 'they're'.

Aformations are for the week come at me society
worst f**king headace and saw legs from walkin home.

your being a grammmer nazi.
they say are there friends and best friends at that if they ate your friends they will take you as you are

Songs that make you go hmmmm....

There are some songs out in the Top 40 right now that.. well, I don't know if I like them or hate them. Some, I know I love and others I want to like but little quirks make me think twice. Then I remember that they're just songs, so who the heck cares right? Well, me and several others. But sharing is totally caring, and if they get on my nerves.. well, I hope they get on yours too.


HANGOVER - Taio Cruz (Feat Some Jerkoff)

I do like this one. Never had a hangover, so while others may groan, clutch their heads and writhe feebly on the ground.. I'm probably singing along. It really is a damn catchy one. My only problem is the little bits in between. Let's have a look at the lyrics.

so I can go until I blow up, eh
and I can drink until I throw up, eh
and I don’t ever ever want to grow up, eh
I want to keep it going, keep keep it going

Eh? Eh?! Eh.
What's with the ehs? If you stretch your imagination a little bit you could make them into 'heys' which are slightly more understandable. Those little 'ehs' don't seem like much but they remind me of another song..

Cos We're Cosplaying Around!

Some of my recent adventures have involved costumes. ...Most of my recent costumes were worn on adventures.. Hmm, let me try again. People I know often don't recognise me because I tend to go out wearing crazy things. Most of them aren't really on purpose, it's just what I wear.

My workplace threw a Western style event and I had a lot of fun dressing up for that and I'm really looking forward to some upcoming Halloween events. It's nice when I get people asking me where I get/how I make my costumes, or if they can borrow one of them for their own parties. It's even nicer when people who I know are a lot more confident than I am in several ways - admire me because I can go out in public the way I do.

One of the highest compliments I've ever had was from an actress friend of mine. She said she wished she could dress like me. It's what she does for a living, but not something she could do in her spare time. It's just fun though, it's nice to be something or someone else for a day. I've just never grew out of the dressing up phase.

I Thought it Was Supposed to be 'Clucky', Not 'Woofy?'

So, the other day I'm on FaceBook and I notice that several peoples and friends have written on my buddy Jambo's plank. Um, wall. (I use Pirate language. There is no other way to live.)
WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHY SHOULD I CARE?!?!

I still don't know the answer to any of those questions, but what made me curious was that most of them were writing things like 'Congratulations!' or 'I'm so happy for you!'
Which made me wonder if said fairly new weds were perhaps knocked up?

I do try not to think about them doing it, I really try. If indeed there was a bouncing baby blight on the way though, I figured I should write something too. People seem to expect that. (Congratulations! You found out the secret to procreation! Humankind owes it's existence to *you!*)

Train Spotting AKA The Light at the End of the Tunnel

Today I'm writing about this article on a boy that got hit by a train.

footage-released-of-boy-being-hit-by-train Via NineMSN 15:30 AEST Fri Aug 26 2011

When I first read that title I was like, 'no way are they going to show some kid getting killed!' Of course, they didn't. The lucky ass kid survived. I hope he didn't lose too many brain cells because frankly, he needs them.
Obviously I'm not sitting in my chair gleefully rubbing my hands together at the prospect of people getting hit by trains, but at the risk of 'victim blaming' I'm still going to say that if you run over train tracks, you're kind of asking for it.

Little Miss Springfield

Today's hot topic - child beauty pageants.

There may be some that will disagree with me on this but I can't help but think that any kind of beauty pageant is an oxymoron, let alone moronic.

With the kids ones, I really do find it pretty sad. I hate seeing little kids on the street, at a birthday party or at dinner just whipping out their iPods, iPhones, DS and PSP or what have you and no one looks twice. It's not the kid's fault, they are the result of the super techno information generation after all.

It's just that when I was growing up, we had to look after what we got because if we broke our Super Nintendo, if the GameBoy went bust, you know, that was it. Maybe if we were lucky we might get a new one. If we were responsible, we could get our own mobile phone when we were old enough.

Now it's a bit like.. well, why look after your phone? It'll be obsolete in a few months anyway and you'll HAVE to get an upgrade so who cares? Instead of waiting until Christmas for a few new games, people will buy these youngsters all the games they want for any special occasion.

Failure to Communicate

There has actually been a little drama going on in my life! Well, it depends who you talk to. I'm not exactly a drama llama, I keep to myself and don't spoil for fights. Most people I'm not close friends with find it easy to ignore me. UNLESS!! Something I've said could relate to them in their past, present or future. Which is probably why I'm not a big fan of people.

General Scenario:
Lucky Tiger: ....and that's my view of our political situation.
Random: Uh huh.
Lucky Tiger: This is one lovely day we're having, isn't it?
Random: Mmmm.
Lucky Tiger: Oh crap, my head's on fire!!
Random: You don't say.
Lucky Tiger: Don't look now but *you're* head is on fire too!!
Random: OMFGWTFHALP!!!1!!!111!!!!
Lucky Tiger: Lolz JKs
Random: ....what?

Tigerey Updates

Well it's been a while since I've blogged, so sorry! I just haven't had much time to come on here for personal time. I do like that though, that I'm not glued to a computer 24/7. It's nice to actually live again - how we used to before all this.

I do use Facebook on my phone so when I come on the actual Internet and see weird things happening it disturbs me. There weren't enough ads on Facebook already? Hurray, let's chuck some more in, smack bang in the middle of your feed. Let's put some updates to the right side of the adverts that are usually there so you're more likely to click on the ads by accident. Let's give you the option to 'change layout' or 'remove layout' and then just chuck it right back on there a minute after you remove it.

What in the Harley Heckies?

So I wandered back to the realm of teh Internets, and I'm reading about another DC universe reboot. Yeah, I'd heard about it before now, but I didn't really pay too much attention. Hey, I love comics but hell, they're comics. They reboot so much these days it's like watching a beloved family computer restart itself to death. It's sad, but you can't help but keep a little hope alive in case things get better.

Well, I'm not stressing too much about another super dramatic super tie-in universe and multi verse ultra drama llama special edition because it just screams to me that the company is realising how their sales are going and then deciding to pull a 'season finale' attention grabber. DC is getting a bit like that hypochondriac you always see at the doctor's surgery.

Hopping Madness

So I was reading the news the other day and I saw something about Hugh Hefner opening a Playboy Club in London and the outrage surrounding it.

I've never really understood Playboy. It's supposed to be a little men's club, but.. all of the merchandise is aimed at, and bought by women. I shudder when I see teenage girls with the 'bunny' naval rings or bikinis. Not just because they're Playboy brands but because it is a brand. Why do you have to keep buying things from people who are already stinking rich? Now they're just going to put the price up again so you can feel snooty about owning it while you line their pockets.