May 23, 2012

Slackaholic

by patrickmikuhluhh

Less than a week! It’s probably split half-and-half amongst the college kids and twenty-somethings whether one gives a hoot or a holler, but come May 29th at 10:30 pm Biggie Time on Comedy Central,  the third season of Workaholics premieres. Is that tight butthole or what?? If you have not seen the show, or are part of the crap instead of cream, that question may have confused you. For those uninformed, Workaholics is a farce featuring three recently graduated roommates from college who continue living/partying together and all work/party the same dead-end telemarketing job at Telamericorp with their sexy boss Alice and weirdo co-workers/friends(?) Jillian, Montez, Waymen, and other random fillers. And their drug dealer/friend Karl.

Adam, Karl, Anders, Blake. Find them on Twitter, they’re funny dudes.

If for some sad reason that little description was enough to sway you into checking the goods come next Tuesday, don’t get your hopes much higher than those shitty plastic kites your mom bought you as a kid. The show is written by the three main men: Adam, Blake, and Anders– a bunch of quirky S.O.B.s who were offered a TV show by Comedy Central after a slew of YouTube videos. What a world these days. Make a career by posting random fuckery online. But that’s what I dig about it. There is no board of directors sleazing corporate propaganda guided by ratings and current events–it all comes from the dudes who have lived it. These guys successfully avoided the shit-hole world of your standard college grad by making a satire about it. So poetic. So ironic. I might almost be inspired had I turned out to be more like the actors instead of the characters.

Long-running jokes support a lot of the comedy and provide that dorm floor feel. Watch your eyes.

Being a recent college grad from what they tell me is the #4 party school, I can’t say I’m too trained to pull of such a feat as these three gentlemen have. Sure I’ve got the self-abuse and material stemming from it down, but a big school like this does not train thee well in execution. That’s not to say it’s not possible, surely anything is (those corpollege bastards made sure to drill that joke into our heads), so come next week it’ll be interesting to see what effects the show produces. I can’t imagine it’ll inspire much more job searching or cover letters. I also can’t imagine it will inspire a new project of YouTube videos. Realistically, like most TV, it will probably just inspire a skewed view of the world and what to expect.

This is them at work. The actors/writers, not the characters. Their real life is more absurd than the show. Sort of surreal or something.

April 27, 2012

A Hard Rains Gonna Fall

by darin

Horde Leader Mitt Romney

With Rob Dyrdek’s monumental purchase of DNA Distribution, the makers of fine alien decorated skateboards and shitty bearings, and the success of Street League, it is becoming more and more obvious that skateboarding is creating its own fabled “One Percent.” The contest series that, according to Wikipedia, “focuses on a discipline of skateboarding called Street Skateboarding“ has changed the way (select few) skateboarders earn an income. It has also changed the way outsiders and insiders alike look at skateboarding: ISX™ scoring technology has revolutionized “street” skating forever. According to TheRichest.org; Dyrdek’s net worth is upwards of $15 Million, not bad for a skate rat from Ohio. In 2011 Nyjah Huston managed to rake in $300,000 from SL alone; Ryan Sheckler could easily but himself the vice presidency seat. The zeros keep piling up for for a group of a dozen or so energy drinking skateboarders while many others surf on friends couches, scraping money together to buy wheels.

And as Dylan Rieder (Ron Paul?) has pointed out in his recent Monster Children interview, the calculated attacks of the 360 flipping, blunt sliding robots are upon us. In the interview, both interviewer Chris Nieratko and interviewee seem perplexed as too why Dyrdek chose Rieder for the “street skateboarding” competition. True, they are fellow Alien Workshoppers and Rieder is an amazing skateboarder, but the real answer is: Dylan Rieder makes female’s panties moist. Moistness leads to money, Econ 101.

The Chosen One in anticipation of the Money Tornado

What about the skateboarders that are stifled with the crippling handicap of being average looking? The only way to overcome this horrid disease is to land every trick, every time or too be “edgy.” The definition of edgy to a cable television audience is a stark contrast to the view of a skateboarder. Ishod Wair is edgy for obvious reasons (black) and the same goes for David Gonzales (Columbian) but they are far from controversial in the eyes of skateboarders. The real badasses of skateboarding are all dead or in jail, or recently released…

The scary thing about a skateboarding world ruled by the One Percent is that the 99 Percent is not united for any cause. Quite the opposite actually. The Drones make up about 50%, these are the people that have never skateboarded but like to watch in on tv, other characteristics include scolding skateboarders in real life and wearing DC flip-flops. The People That Used To Skate make up about 40%. This category is respectable, not everyone can join the One Percent (self included). The remaining 9% are actual skateboarders, some suck, some are awesome, a lot of them may even be assholes. There are hundreds of ridiculously good kids out there, dozens upon dozens of Man-Ams and Flow Bros that will never see the bright leagues of the “streets” inside the massive arenas that house Street League. Will Dyrdek forget about them when he is president?

Future Secretary of Skate Nyjah Huston

Should we be worried about the intentions of presumptive nominee Dyrdek? Who would he run against? Jason Dill? Is he too out of touch with the working class? Has he forgotten what it is like to not where “skate” clothes covered in logos, a la NASCAR? While Dyrdek is a far cry from the Michigan-born mogul who brings in around $59,000 a day, who knows what will the Fantasy Factory and the Alien Workshop can make popular in 2012 and beyond?

April 11, 2012

Not even a rapper…

by darin

Odd Future – Oldies

 

Just when you realize that OFWGKTA is played out and annoying. They do this.

March 26, 2012

The King of the World

by darin

Torey wins Tampa ProSo Torey Pudwill wins this year’s Tampa Pro and continues to baffle thousands. The 21 year-old goofy looking stoner and The Grizzly Griptape CEO has been on an absolute tear, he releases a free video part, an amazing Battle Commander and a slew of internet content. But the craziest thing is that this guy:

Goes home to this:

I am not a fan of his style, but his taste in women is impeccable, and apparently his game is on a similar level. Despite his retarded monkey arms, his skating is undeniably next level. It seems that all this guy does is skateboard and smoke weed, two things admirable in almost any human being. Plus, it always seems like he is having a great time, but it is probably hard to be depressed when your Torey Pudwill.

March 24, 2012

Grown Man Music

by darin

As I grow older, I keep catching myself thinking about who I am. Deep, I know. But I see people my age and I think, “When the fuck are they going to grow up.” We all know how romanticized staying young has become, but part of me just wants to be an adult. Now That I am a “20 something” I have asked myself: what kind of rap music I am supposed to be listening to? I guess the first question that needs to be asked is, “Should I still be listening to rap music?”

And the obvious answer to that is, “Fuck yeah you should listen to rap music, don’t be a little bitch.” As far as I am concerned, there are only three options to consider: Old Rap, College Rap and Gangster Rap.

Mac Miller

College Rap is the first genre to be nexted. There is no good reason for it to be called “college” rap anyway. The chances that any of these (mostly) white kids went to college is slim. They probably all went for a semester or two and then dropped out, or even more likely, they visited the local college quite frequently after high school to party and pop molly or whatever the hell college freshman do these days. The main reason for casting college rappers aside so quickly is jealousy. These young kids donning colorful Supreme snap backs just rap about how much money they have and how much partying they do, two things I could both use more of. But another reason is that the lifestyle they are promoting is so different from the life I currently live, and that is by choice. Sure I could blow all my money and “party like there is no tomorrow” but I am not just trying to “stack paper” I am trying to have “regularly scheduled automatic deposits into a Roth IRA.”

I hate to say it, but Old Rap has to go next. And by “Old Rap” I mean anything older than five years, so this can cover a wide array of music, from the Sugar Hill Gang (eww) to the Big Tymers (Getcha Roll On). The reason we have to throw out the best rap music is because everyone has heard every good rap song a million times. It is very rare that I am introduced to a new song, and these gems should be cherished;it is completely acceptable to throw a couple retro-gangster songs into that playlist. Plus, it would be nice to hear a song without someone yelling “SWAG!” every second. By the time one can be considered a “20 something,” they have undoubtably memorized every lyric of Ready to Die and “Hit ‘Em Up” isn’t even cool anymore. I am sorry, Andre 3k, even though I still love Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik, most people don’t.

And just like during my childhood, gangster rap prevails. Schoolboy Q, A$AP Rocky and the like are the closest thing we have to real rappers (As much as he probably hates it, I am clumping Wiz Khalifa in with the College Rappers), and that is coming from someone with no street credentials. The reason why I would rather listen to gangsters rapping about making tons of money from selling crack than college kids rapping about making so much money from rapping is because drug dealing knows no age. I have already been to college and I have tried my hand at a rap career, but I haven’t ever played the drug dealer card in the game of life. I could quit my job any day and slang rocks and potentially make millions, and I am fittin’ to do exactly that. So any self-respecting 20-something should  throw out the Jordan’s, burn the brightly colored t-shirts, retire the Wu-Tang cassettes, put away the record player and listen to some hood shit. Some gangster music. Because you can never be too old to seep lean, smoke weed and sell drugs. And that is coming from someone with a liberal arts degree, mother fucker.

P.S. And the reason I did not mention OFWGKTA is because who the hell cares?

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