Ahh the reminiscence, looking back in fondness, the warm tingly feeling of the soul fondling moment where I ask ‘remember that post when…?’
So yeah, remember that post when (tinglies) I mentioned how I hate cats?
Well it’s being revised since el girlbean picked up on the follow up post about how we’re getting cats. Unfortunatly I said cats..plural, this led to her declaring we were GOING to get a cat…singular.. but the use of the word cats…plural… mean we’re getting cats…PLURAL.
Now back to where it’s being revised, she said one of them will be mine. Mine. My cat. Mine to name. I get to name a cat. See now here you realise I’ve never had a pet. And I get. To name. A cat….My. Cat.
Unfortunately I’m stuck between breeds…more unfortunately I’ve found out how much cats cost ¬¬
If any of you own a cat you know where I’m going with this, for those who don’t buying a cat can be fucking expensive if you’re being picky over the breed.
Egyptian Meooooow
This is the Egyptian Mau, it’s pretty much the original cat deity. Egyptian’s were crazy about this little fella.
I have no witty comment for a feline this awesome.
That’s a Bengal, entirely possibly named after a particular big cat. It’s sleek, deadly and just so damn cute you could vomit a rainbow orphan.
Toyger
Toyger
…makes more sense if you know there’s
a local club called Tiger Tiger…
Again, might be named after a big cat, who could possibly know without looking it up or asking someone who knows. The Toyger breed is a relatively new little darling, fairly difficult to get hold of in the UK on the cheap and..well look at it, America’s Top Models think that furball is fiiiierce.
I haz 7 tails, the other 6 are for the pussies.
Octicat is just fucking adorable even if it doesn’t have a bigger cousin with a similar name.
See now the ladybean has picked out a breed she likes, it’s a bulky, compact little fighter with a jaw of murder and the eye of a tiger. Unsurprisingly me being the pussy in the relationship I want a sleeker feline, the embodiment of grace and lethal elegance. Like a samurai ballet dancer.
The breeds I’ve taken a liking to so far cost between a relatively reasonable hundred for a litter to over a thousand for the lonely little feline thingies.
I’ll keep you updated because I just know you give a fuck, but just so this doesn’t stray too far from the nerdy pervert blogging skills and ability to find topically relevant images of attractive women in very little that are pretty much your only reason for reading any of the drivel I write this bit of katnip is for you.
Nah, too obvious…
…better, much better. But still a bit obvious…
…no, just..just no…
…closer but she lacks a name =/.
There you go =]
My cat will be called Cheetara
Adam.x.
It’s because I’m funnnnny.
Also, i have no idea why NaNNaNNan appears in my time record =/
Adam.x.
My girlbean read that post about cats being shit.
She’s said she doesn’t want them now.
Tough shit.
We’re getting cats.
Adam.x.
I’ve noticed that reading this blog is better starting from the bottom of the last page and working your way up, unfortunately this means skimming the article to get to the beginning of each new one as you scroll up therefore utterly backhanding the effect of any picture included.
I find this both unacceptable and reprehensible.
I’m almost tempted to invert the date of all posts so it runs from December 2011 to January 2011 just to make it read better.
But do you have any idea how fucking long that would take? Fucking. Ages.
This conclusion convinces me it should be read as is straight down, rather not ruin the context in order to regain the timeline, it’s all dated wrong anyway.
Also it’d ruin date specific posts like Valentines day, my birthday and Comicon..which basically means I can’t show off for being awesome, born or having a valid reason to post pictures of female cosplayers (both cock hummingly great and gut renchingly horrific) and lingerie clad Japanese models.
Like
I Fucking
Needed One.
Adam.x.
This guy is awesome. He should be a role model to you all.
Adam.x.
(via ladynoctis)
That post about the Rise and Fall of Grace (epic Offspring album in case you didn’t know) I did? And that post about moving in with my ladybean?
I’ve been looking for a new job for a while now, the list of reasons why I dislike my current job would be longer than that Pokemon post so I won’t elaborate but the main reason is it’s part time, my overdraft is regularly maxed and today much like every month (day before payday) i budget the cash incoming and realize I not only don’t have disposable income, I won’t be eating overly much.
None of this has any real bearing or significance on anything, it’s rather uninteresting and entirely off topic to the rest of the blog so far and I only mention hipsters in this paragraph to acknowledge the lack of them here.
It has no thoughtful conclusion or trailing significance to any future post as far as I’m aware at the moment.
The only reason this post exists is because writing things down helps me to rationalize and compartmentalize life’s little shit storms and it’s my damn blog so i’ll write what I want.
Pic Unrelated; Mosh and Apnea are really only
here to make this post worth reading.
Adam.x.
Part II of debating the idiocy of hipsters.
I almost managed the whole of January without a Pokemon post.
I regret nothing about caving.
Now we’ve covered music hipsters, comic hipsters and while we have a few hipsters left to slate, it’s time. IT IS TIME. To address the Pokehipsters.
See now if you’re a Pokefan you know where I’m going with this and you understand why I capitalize any adaptation of the word Pokemon..otherwise known as a Pokeword…when i regularly forget to capitalize the letter I as a single character word. If you aren’t..why not?
It all started with Gen 1.
The first generation of Pokemon introduced the first round of starter Pokemon.
It was a tough and arduous journey from here on in. Friendships were made and destroyed on this decisive act. Families splintered into elemental feuding. Marriages were destroyed and our own true natures revealed in ourselves…probably.
Charmander was the easy choice, he could burn his way through to Brock then take down that Onyx like a bitch although a major liability by the time you see Misty.
Squirtle was a wise defensive move, more for the long game players who know that once they get themselves a Pidgey and a Bellsprout and start levelling are unstoppable to anything barring a good flame attack which frankly is a bit rare in the initial stages of this generation.
Bulbasaur made you feel like you were playing an even playing field while travelling through the grass and bug infested wastes between gyms, battling poison opponents of the surprisingly easy to deal with Team Rocket (an entire evil battling corporation taken down by a child…) but the second that bad boy has razor leaf and vine whip going you’re a don.
Whenever i replay a first gen game i pick one of the last two if i feel like dragging things out a bit but usually Charmander due to the relative rarity of flame Pokemon.
What every body else sees.
What I see.
Now that we’ve had some gratuitous awesome along with a ridiculously drawn out introduction to the topic lets move swiftly on to the following generations.
As you may have guessed I got into the first Gen in a major way, the second i dived into excitedly but by the third real life had taken over, I was dating, I had exams and I was shit out of coin so I gave that one a miss. I dabbled in Gen 4 and while i respect Gen 5 i have so far not introduced it into my life.
Like a lot of Pokefans i feel I got stuck in the earlier generations because I grew up on them, not just in the Nintendo emporium, but watching the cartoons, playing the cards, adoring the bed sheets (my only regret of a grown up relationship is i can’t get away with Pokemon bed sheets now). These are aimed at the age demographic I inhabited, Pokemon cartoons aren’t directed at adults..watching them doesn’t mean they’re directed at me.
I haven’t watched any of the new cartoons, show me an outline of one of the first 151 and I can spew the name, description, what they’re based on and describe a first and a favorite TV appearance. There are 649 Pokemon currently in digital existence. This is my longest post so far and I’m reviewing it every few minutes to remember where I’m going with this, I lack the attention span to recite the alphabet backwards. Six hundred and forty fucking nine. I’m too old for this shit so I’ll stick to my 151 like the old fuck I’m becoming.
This is my reasoning and I don’t judge Pokefans who can recite all 649 in exact order of ranking, appearance, evolutionary family and generational significance. They are dedicated individuals and I salute them but I feel no inclination to become them.
NOW BACK TO THE POINT.
It has come to my attention that some who share my attachment to the first Gen..however these people lay claim to superiority as a result of this choice.
They try to convince all that while they are the pinnacle of awesome for clinging to a childish phenomena anyone who dives into the new generations are n0bs (not a typo). They proclaim the new designs to be based on mundane and ugly objects (because snakes, shellfish, starfish and cats were introduced by the franchise)…(Arbok/Ekans, Crabby/Kingler/Shelder/Cloyster, Staryu/Starmie, Meowth/Persian).
…they called Pokemon ugly and call themselves true Pokefans ¬¬
Quizzical Pidgey wants to know why you’re an asshat.
Ken Sugimori
A true legend of artistic awesome. He designs the pokemon, has done since he hand drew the first 151 himself.
He’s the Samuel L Jackson of graphics.
He thinks you’re a cunt too.
Fucking PokeHipsters, there’s a circle of Hell for you.
Once again, this is a foundation of an argument.
A reason to rise up and unite against hipsters.
This isn’t over
Adam.x.
..my last post seemed a bit on the bitter side, here’s an example of why cosplay is awesome as an apology.
Adam.x.
Part I of debating the idiocy of hipsters.
See now i could almost be accused of blogging purely for the sake of having an excuse to download these pictures…almost.
I do however have a point.
You know how when you discover a new musician just to find out that this is what everyone has been having this hype over for ages but there was so much hype that everyone is now sick of them?
Or when you’ve loved a band since it’s inception and it suddenly becomes a fad and everyone think’s you’re just jumping the bandwagon? Frustrating right?
Well i’m usually the first type. I’m fairly oblivious to most things going on around me and am constantly playing catch up but at least by the time i get to something I’m the only one who can ruin it for me by playing it to death instead of everyone else.
The second type…well, the second type get right on my anatomically perfect if slightly hairy tits.
So concerned with feeling some kind of unique connection to a group who doesn’t even know you exist and looking down on everyone around you for not knowing the chronological order of a discography they’ve just discovered like a fresh faced kid on Christmas morning opening up every separately sold action figure in a set (before they get too old and realize Christmas is shit that is) …(also, spoiled little fuck). How fucking dare you!? You remember when you first got into them? How you starting finding your favorite songs that became direct links to your pleasure in the world? Those songs that can chill you out or get you ready for the day? Remember how that felt? And you want to spoil it just to feel superior? There’s a lot of question marks there aren’t there, well want to know what the answer is?
He will fuck your shit up.
I very recently…yesterday… discovered Skrillex, this coincides with his latest single being released. This is a complete coincidence. This newest single so far is my favorite of his songs solely due to the fact that out of the playlist i set to autoplay on youtube that one struck me more than others. I wasn’t brought to the little fella due to this song.
I imagine die hard fans will feel towards me the same way i felt when Cradle of Filth released Nymphetamine. It wasn’t my favorite track but still a great one. This song was played on Scuzz and Kerrang so much that Cradle developed an entirely frash fan base devoted to this song and it’s quite good video.
I found the new fans running around ‘discovering’ this apparently new, unknown source of musical stylings tiresome as i had been listening to them for a couple of years by that point and i was fully aware of all i was being told.
Did i tell them to shut the fuck up? Did i call them a fucking n00b? No, i chilled and simply enjoyed that my friends were enjoying a band i also enjoy. This is what people should do.
Now that we’ve established exactly what kind of people we’re talking about here let’s get back on topic.
Comic book geeks.
I’m not as extensive a graphic novel lover reader as i would like to be, I don’t own a prolific degree of hardbacks and paperbacks. I’m more of the kind of geek who has always been a geek but never really committed to buying comics over novels.
Remember my friend Matt? He’s committed. Largely to Constantine and Deadpool, they float his boat.
I crashed at his when we lived in the same city and read a few of them and I really can’t say i didn’t enjoy it. But still not a comic book geek however much i idolize the subjects of the comics.
Now where the two topics so far converge is those hipster geeks who want to feel superior to all lesser geeks. Here i sit blogging about superheroes in my newest X-Men tee (fucking love it). I feel fairly secure in my geek credentials fuck you very much.
Consider this my first rant installment about geek hipsters, you fucking fucks.
Consider this the foundations of an irrefutable argument the likes of which has never been seen.
Consider this the beginning of the end mother fuckers ¬¬
Adam.x….(don’t let the ‘x’ detract from my closing statement)
Oh now come on! Who did that!? Come on own up to it…
..okay, it was me.
Adam.x.
Everyone, anywhere, ever. Should aspire to be a fraction as cool.
Adam.x.
I remember this being done over the course of a lunch time in the corner of the smoking area at my college back when i was too young to drink. It was them cool kids what did it!
Adam.x.
As much for artistic merit and the lulz as for content actually.
Where the Vader leads, the Trooper doth follow.
Adam.x.
