thoughts so good, they’re game ending!
while discussing the intrinsic comedic value of an austrian-german accent, a friend and i concocted a humourous hypothetical. an american team builds a needle shaped landing vehicle for an international space mission. they call it a ‘needle lander’. the german word for the netherlands is die niederlande, pronounced needalanda. hilarity ensues as the germans ponder the prudence of returning to holland on the cusp of a manned mars landing. hardy har har guys, ahnold’s not too bright! (just imagine confused exasperated ranting in ahnold’s voice about the incomprehensible decision to return to the netherlands. it’s funny if you want it to be).

“da crazy americans will never make it there!”
nature, in its evolutionary methodology, has provided us with two dialectical urges for survival, one to cooperate and one to compete. as all life must compete for mate selection and resource allocations, we are all competing with one another at some level. however, nature has also selected for us to feel the need to cooperate and to work together in order to forge a better probability of survival for each contributing individual. so we are both competing and cooperating, sometimes alternating between the two, sometimes amalgamating them completely. such is the yin and yang of taoist philosophy, the good and the evil, the right and the wrong, the black and the white. how convenient that evolutionary social theory should pop-up in ancient philosophy. sounds too good to be a coincidence to me, or am i just really high? can’t it be both?

“loser has to worship somewhere else, deal?”
fantastic four 2 delivers the epic feeling that a comic book based movie about intergalactic world devourers should, weaving just enough interpersonal dialogue with unoriginal themes and wild special effects to get audiences really feeling the dread of an impending planet-killing cosmic being. once again, jessica alba just can’t hit the spot, though she still makes us wanna hit hers. julian mcmahon brings too much christian troy to a latverian mad-scientist (i don’t think vic von doom is the kind of man that talks to silver coated aliens like he’s trying to bed them). ioan gruffudd gets my imaginary oscar for this one, followed by chris evans, and then michael chiklis. maybe it was the script these guys had to follow, but these are their rankings in believability. special mention to beau garrett for keeping me interested w/o ever breaking out a single ounce of acting talent. keep up the great body, beau; you’re career depends on it. also, props to the character design team for keeping things discreet. nothing ruins the intimidation of a world devourer like a giant purple helmet with tongs.

you remind me of the word ‘easy’, and i find that appealing.