For some reason, the word “fingerboarding” came up, and reminded me of those little Tech Decks that a couple of us would buy back in high school. Naturally, I checked YouTube for a related video and came up with this.
The video itself isn’t that much of a curiosity, but one of the comments really sent me into outer space!
Is this being posted from the MICRO ZONE!? Let’s see what The Watcher thinks.
Rad illustration by Daniel Krall
I know I had mentioned this article before, but now I can link it since it’s recently been posted on the Otaku USA website, excerpted from its original home in the magazine proper. In it, I perhaps lose a bit of my mind as I spend a day cranking through the PS2 Monster World Collection. It’s kind of like 24, but with fewer explosions and more full-frontal male nudity.
I should note that the article, as it was originally printed, ended with an illustration by yours truly that I can’t find at the moment, depicting an old cartoon prospector takin’ a gander at my mummified corpse and captioned as follows:
“And to this very day, here he sits, forever etched into the Earth in his stoney tomb… forever playin’ them dang TV games!”
Note: Please play the track below as you read this entry:
http://media.imeem.com/m/1NYHC5JTUS/aus=false/
I decided to take a day off to reflect on this manly week of everything Rambo, something I did whilst perched atop the highest tree in my backyard, tinkering and toying with a few loose grenade pins and a coin fortunate enough to have made it through three wars and one trip to The End of the World and back.
All said, Rambo Week was one of personal importance, and I hope that you all enjoyed it as well. It began as a humble attempt to chronicle one man’s excitement for a movie event, one that ended up exceeding all possible expectations.
You see, we’ll look back at Rambo IV—John Rambo or whatever you want to call it; maybe Just Rambo, like the poster says—as a landmark action movie that saw an aging filmmaker throwing down a hefty and well-worn gauntlet. Oddly enough, this gauntlet is so specific and so form-fitting that the next person to pick it up and accept the challenge may have to be Stallone himself.
When he does, we will be there. The Joseph Luster Report will chronicle his endeavor, just as my Countdown clock will now let you know when Neil Marshall’s Doomsday is released. Just remember, we may have to walk a long road before experiencing something like Rambo Week again.
I want to go see Rambo again already. Since I probably won’t do that for another day or two, I’m satisfying my urge by reading up on the film’s production. This has probably been around for a bit, but here’s a good article on just that.
You might want to wait until you see it before reading it, though! Same goes for Maitland McDonagh‘s review of the flick, which is short, to the point, and mentions Cannibal Holocaust, to which I drew a lot of parallels while watching Rambo (truly a modern shock-exploitation movie), as well.
Links courtesy of Joseph Shieh
StalloneZone image stolen by me!
Turns out they do make ’em like they used to. Incredible, brutal action flick that flew forth through some sort of wild late-eighties wormhole into a world where, surely, there is no MPAA. And get this, it’s not some ironic bullshit.
Movie theater was a men’s club; like the sign says, no girls allowed.
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