107 Geeky T-Shirts That Don’t Suck (and then some)

21 07 2007

Out of the 107 listed at Internet Duct Tape, I’d like to have these fancy threads:

Caffeine Molecule from ThinkGeek

ThinkGeek Caffeine

Vintage Optimus Prime by Coreano from Etsy

Vintage Prime by Coreano

There’s no place like 127.0.0.1 from ThinkGeek

There’s No Place Like 127.0.0.1

CTRL+Z from Threadless

CTRL+Z

What would MacGyver do? from Threadless 

 WW MacGyver Do?

Sith Abandon Ship by Simon Noynay from Oddica

Sith Abandon Ship by Simon Noynay 

Some other personal favorites not in the list:

Exploded Boombox by Troy Paiva from Oddica. 

Exploded Boombox

Contra Eternal (The Konami Code) from 80s Tees.com
The Konami Code

Why aren’t there shirts like that in my part of the world?





iPod killed the Transformers Star.

6 07 2007

Ever wondered what happened to Megatron’s ever-loyal-yet-blackmailing-soldier-slash-tapedeck, Soundwave? He didn’t get into the new movie, but apparently he’s been up to something after the 1986 Transformers movie. (Video contains cusswords and innuendos. Stay away, kiddies!)

Kids don’t even know what cassettes are. Lots of them don’t even buy CDs anymore… They use iPo…” *Click*

Classic.

And just in case you DON’T KNOW what a tape CASSETTE is (there might be quite a few of you out there), it’s magnetic tape spooled around two reels in a plastic case, used to store analog audio and some data stuff long long ago. Like what you use in miniDV cameras and data archiving, expect that they’re prone to tape entanglement that frequently resulted in the user tearing apart the cassette and ripping out the tapes like entrails from an animal carcass.

An audio tape cassette containing the sounds of my life (make your own at Says-It.com!):

Jinternets Cassette

You play them on a “tapedeck” like the Sony Walkman below. Yessirree kids, the Walkman has been around since the dinosaurs ruled the planet, and the name didn’t start with the Sony MP3 player or the mobilephone gimmick of Sony and Ericsson.

Sony Walkman

Get the straightdope on Cassettes here, and on Soundwave here.





The Glaring Omission in the 2007 Transformers Movie

3 07 2007

I had a great time watching it, as I previously said. But all the while, I felt that something was missing.

  • Giant transforming robots. Check.
  • That “transforming” sound. Check.
  • Homages to the cartoon series. Check.
  • Gratuitous shots of Megan Fox. Check.
  • Cool (or cheesy, depending on age group) songs by The Cars (Drive), Marvin Gaye (Sexual Healing) and Player (Baby Come Back). Check.

Or not. Then it occurred to me. There was one 80s song (or two) from some singer named Stan Bush that should’ve been somehow bludgeoned into this summer’s Transformers movie. It needs more cheesiness.

For those who can’t make the connection, Stan Bush’s “You’ve Got The Touch” was a defining moment in the original 1986 Transformers: The Movie.

Probably the best moment in that movie (for someone who was less than ten years old that time):

An even cheesier video, with Stan Bush hisself!

Stan Bush is Good Enough for Dirk Diggler! (awesome Marky Mark scene from Boogie Nights)

You think the bass is taking away from the vocal?

LMAO.





GRATUITOUS AMOUNTS of ENERGY

27 06 2007
  • Adding chocolate to an electrical storm!
  • Uncomfortably Energetic!
  • Menergy!
  • Energy Legs!
  • 400 Babies!

ROFL. Bring on POWERTHIRST! (Warning, some words that people might find offensive)





I Kiss You!

22 06 2007

Mahir Cagri at his best!Apparently Mahir Cagri is still alive. If you were already trawling the jinternets before the population of useless sites suddenly exploded (circa late Nineties), you might have come across Mahir’s site.

 Something about him kissing you.

He’s still at it, spreading his lurv around the world of network packets.

 Mahir, if you ever read my humble blog and see this post, let me know if you want me to take down the pic. You’re another Jinternet Idol, and I Kiss You! 





The Rude Awakening of Optimus Prime

19 06 2007

When I was in gradeschool, every boy in school had Transformers.

Except me.

Meeeeeeeeee.

I was stuck with dinky Gobots, or MachineRobos as they were known in Japan. I had a few Takara toys that Hasbro had used as the basis for some Transformers characters, but they just weren’t the same without those heat-sensitive Autobot/Decepticon stickers. So back then, I really felt like an outcast. I even successfully traded five MachineRobos in immaculate condition for a really beat up Wheeljack figurine (he who transforms into a Lancia Stratos with Alitalia sponsorship), only to have the embarrassment of my life when my mom went to the other guy and demand my MachineRobos back. The mental scars are still there.

Disclaimer: Okay, I know that Transformers were quite expensive then. But I still pined for them. If it makes you any happier, I never got one back in school. Happier now?

Anyhoo, a lot has happened then. My last significant memory of the Transformers has been the animated cartoon movie where my favorite Autobot Optimus Prime died (and I cried), some big planet robot thing with Orson Welles’ voice chomped at Cybertron, and an emo Autobot named Hot Rod became the new Prime (he sucked at being Prime). I never saw anything after that, but looking at Wikipedia apparently a lot of Transforming has been happening since then. The story’s gotten quite long, with offshoots like Beastwars, Armada, and now we have a live-action/CGI movie coming in a few weeks.

Along the way they brought Optimus back to life, and I’m sure he was returned in a prim-and-proper way. I would still prefer it they did it below (be forewarned that this might mutilate your childhood memories):





My Jinternet Idol

19 06 2007

I admit it. One of the reasons I decided to inflict my particular flavor of insipid writing on the web is because of one person who calls himself Pimplepopper.

He used to be an IT guy who quit IT to become a showbiz writer. I’d read the articles in a local showbiz magazine where he would invite himself to the bedrooms of popular actresses and take nice pictures. In the interests of gender equality, I’m sure Pimplepopper goes into the bedrooms of popular actors as well, but I don’t think those articles ever saw the light of day.

Anyway, he quit that too and has diverted his acerbic wit and literary prowess to the web for the past couple of years. His writing and choice of topics is, shall we say, interesting, to say the least. If you met him in person, you’d think that he was this lovable teddy-bear kinda guy and not capable of writing about the stuff he writes about.

He got married recently, and has written about his nuptials on his blog. When my wife saw the wedding and vacation pictures, she thought Pimplepopper and Missus Pimplepopper live such a blissful and beautiful life. I decided to show her otherwise with one of Pimplepopper’s recent blog entry on marital bliss.

That sure convinced her. Now I have Pimplepopper requesting me to tell my wife that he is not a worshipper of underworld denizens.

Oops, too late.

Pimplepopper, you’re my idol. I want to learn how to write like you. I find your ideas intriguing and would like to subscribe to your newsletter.

If they had a Jinternet-Idol reality game show/contest about blogging with Ryan Seacrest in it, you’d have my vote via SMS in a heartbeat.