Adirondwhacks

The Plan

2009-06-14T19:28:00.000-07:00

With every great endeavor there must be preparation. Preparation can either break or make a man, and even over preparation can sometimes be fatal. During this time I will look for places to trek through, both tame and wild. My heart is in the Adirondacks and I feel she will comfort me if I truly wish to know her.

My preparations begin with a basic understanding of the region.

First Post to a New Beginning

2009-06-14T14:01:00.000-07:00

Recently, I've been thinking a lot about home. Not so much my friends and family, but my surroundings. Currently, I live in Pensacola, Florida and it just doesn't satisfy my adventurous nature. Though overwhelmingly spectacular the beaches are, there's not much to do but sit around and get some sun. Variety is not apart of the vocabulary down south. Flat terrain and dense populations. The wilderness is not prevalent here.

Each day I find myself wondering, searching, admiring such beautiful places in the Adirondacks, as I can recollect as a child. My heart has not left there and I feel will remain there throughout my days.

As of now, I am preparing, learning, and saving for my venture back north. I was born in the north, I love the north, and I can't quit the north. Not only is there a variety in terrain, but also seasonally difference. Activities year round can be accomplished. Snowshoeing in the winter, hiking and boating in the spring and summer months and finally the cool months of Autumn reveal much wonders only seen in those parts of the world. There's nothing like it and there will be nothing like it... at least in these dull brown eyes.

I will try to post entries at least a few times a week to keep myself busy and keep you updated with my progress of knowledge and understanding. I yearn to know what I can about my home and its history and natural splendor. Thanks for listening.

Your friend, Jake the Adirondwhack.

Cigarettes are cool, kids.

2009-06-09T04:42:00.000-07:00

According to reports in foreign media, a survey conducted by the British Children's Food Campaign shows that many Heinz products contain too much saturated fat, salt, and sugar, and hence they pose a threat to the health of children who eat them.
+ China CSR

Talc is closely related to the potent carcinogen asbestos. Talc particles have been shown to cause tumors in the ovaries and lungs of cancer victims.
+ Prevent Cancer

Recently identified a group of toxic chemicals known as phthalates in urine of adults, with highest levels in premenopausal women, resulting from inhalation and skin exposure to volatile parent ingredients used extensively as solvents and plasticizers in personal care and cosmetic (PCC) products.
+ Safe 2 Use

Many baby and children’s care products have been found to contain the carcinogenic chemicals formaldehyde and 1,4-dioxane.
+ Dr. Mercola

Consuming processed meats increases the risk of pancreatic cancer, says new research conducted at the University of Hawaii that followed nearly 200,000 men and women for seven years. According to lead study author Ute Nothlings, people who consumed the most processed meats (hot dogs and sausage) showed a 67% increased risk of pancreatic cancer over those who consumed little or no meat products.
+ Organic Consumers

When the temperature of the artificial sweetener Aspartame exceeds 86 degrees F, the wood alcohol in it converts to formaldehyde and then to formic acid, which causes metabolic acidosis.
+ Natural News

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I'll keep it simple. So, why do cigarettes seem evil? Because they are trying to sell a product? Because they are trying to sell a product to young people? Interesting.

Dream Entry /// One

2009-03-28T14:13:00.000-07:00

Time:
Daylight / Probably around five in the afternoon. The sun was low and would set soon.

Holidays/Significant Events:
Yes, around Christmas time.

Who:
Grandfather with new wife / Brother Patrick / And grandfather's men [bodyguards]

Where:
The mall / inside store / outside near entrance of mall / Through the stair case / Basement

What:
Inside shopping for gifts. Did not have a lot of money. Found a few things. One in particular was broke but found missing piece. Went outside, didn't pay for items. Greeted by grandfather and new wife. Introduced to new wife. Hugged her and conversed a little bit. When I got outside his right hand man drew a pistol on me. Put it to my head. Intention was to keep me from running away and keep me where I was. I noticed an intense sense of paralysis from the fear. I was thinking about him shooting me and the feeling it would cause. Trying to embrace it and wondering what the feeling from it would be. Seemed more real to be a dream. After the man had left to go talk to some one. I quickly ran back inside. Stopped at the door and looked back at grandfather who was holding back his new wife as if she didn't want me to get away.

Inside, I noticed Patrick. As I was about to say something to him he gave me a gesture as to keep my mouth shut. I knew he was not sympathetic to my cause and was also apart of it. I tried following him as he walked away but he started talking to two people next to a crane machine.

I quickly fled down the near by stair case. Without getting down the first flight, a man started walking up them. I grabbed onto the ledge and pulled myself up so not to be spotted. He passed. Continuing down the stairs I noticed a few different rooms. One was a cleared out conference room with dim red lights. The other was a kitchen with men conversing. I could not directly see into the kitchen because the hallway from the entrance curved at a ninety degree angle. Also, a door with an EXIT sign was directly across from the kitchen. I chose that door to go out of. Opening quietly as not to make any noise, I stepped out onto a wooded deck with a small wooded fence around it. Beyond the fence was a medium sized grassy field with a few scattered trees giving it much shade from the dying sun. It was closed off and concealed by a wall of thick trees and shrubs. Out in the field were four men. Three men in black pants and white shirts were tied with their hands behind their backs and kneeling down closely to the ground. The other man was wearing a black suit with a white shirt and black tie. He was taunting the men and telling them that it is useless for them to try and run and that no one will see him do this. He was pointing a pistol at them the whole time. I was laying down on the stairs behind one of the wooden fences as not to be seen.

As the one man spoke to the gun man that there could be some one watching... the gunman shouted at him that there is no one but them out there. After that I sneaked back inside undetected.

End of dream. [Woke up]

Cry. Cry. Cry baby cry.

2008-11-22T15:48:00.000-08:00

Woman sues Starbucks; says scalding coffee, unattached lid caused disfigurement

As you can notice, or no one has, that I've been slackin' a little bit. I haven't really been on the up and up, ripping morons new assholes and such. But, I've retured with an issue that has gotten me thinking a little bit.

According to this article, a woman is sueing "the Seatle based coffee house empire" for 250 grandola for an apparent simple accident made by the "customer service associate." The lid was not fully attatched. Yes, I can see the impulse of anger unleashing on the helpless employee, but God damn... We're all human.

This just goes to show you how selfish our society really is. It's assholes like this dumb bitch that make prices higher, and regulations stricter, which affects the employer, employee, and ultimately everyone who steps into Starbucks. That's just on the micro scale. Imagine if everyone had the fucking nuts to do this everyone they spilled scalding hot coffee on their hands.

It seems that everyone's focus is on the government, and their shortcomings with aiding the working class, and destroying the ever perpetuating economy, when it's the working class man just trying to make some quick guap and caring less about the situation involving our nation. Why do you really think prices go up? It surely can't just be inflation. Let's just add to the list that it's fucking retards like this lady who is driving our country south.

~Ladies.

He's old as fuck, but I think the coach wants to play.

2008-07-24T11:14:00.000-07:00

Hello, gentlemen and hookers. Pimps and politicians. Everyone a-massed today to hear the voice of the innocence of our nation. I've been thinking about a certain issue at hand, and I would like to clear up my thoughts on it.

Yes, politics is a touchy subject these days due to such circumstances we face today which no persons are willing to let go. One wrong move and we're fucked. Insurance is our greatest policy and for it we can handle nothing on our own.

Recently, I've been listening to the radio and a song was playing and it got me thinking.

With this lyric mostly I've been paying most attention to:
Blast off, it's party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?

Giving credit where do, I'd like to acknowledge Ozzy for that one. I've always thought that, considering I'm young, this wave of anti-government was a neo trend.

But no, it started years back.

I'd like to break something down to everyone that agrees with those lyrics.

First: Yeah, let's party. Let's blame the president for all these problems when we help with nothing. Has everyone forgotten what President Kennedy stated? Ask no what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country? I've seen no participation besides that of the men and women fighting for our country over seas.

Back during the Second World War, people would ration their meat and send the rest over to the troops. Also, women would work in shops making the weapons and transport for the troops. Now, that's what I call sacrifice.

Nowadays, all we see is complaining. We need to get the troops out of Iraq. Nothing but news specials on how the war is going. That's all we have to offer our country. News specials. Death tolls. Where's the positivity in that?

Second: Presidents don't fight the war for a reason. It's called, "He's the most important man in the free world." Not to mention he's old as shit by military standards. You cannot join active duty military over the age of twenty seven. Also, he's already done his service for this nation, not to forget almost if not all other presidents preceeding our current.

I was talking about this issue one time and I heard an analogy from my good friend and sexual partner, Sean Radliff. He made a good point. "You wouldn't send the football coach in to play." True. I have to completely agree with that. First, as I mentioned previously, he's probably old as shit. If you sent the coach in, who would coach?

Thirdly: The reason the we think it's only the poor that are fighting is because the military offers generous handouts to troops and for a poor man, a military career is a good living, and honorable. If he can't do anything significant in his life, the join the military.

I've met many people while I was in the Air Force who were considered rich. The kid across the hall from me lived in a 2.5 million dollar villa right along the beach with about three boats. Good sized boats I might add.

Has everyone forgotten that the military is voluntary. Everyone in the armed forces is there by their own will. No one forced them. Just themselves.

I hope I've helped some of you idiots out there who think the president is trying to destroy the world.

Enjoy.

The woes of a working man.

2008-07-07T20:18:00.000-07:00

Hello, all. Welcome to a new installment of the subtle wonders of Mr. Jacob King. I've recently aquired a hirement in a small chain of New Englandish convenient stores slash gas station. Cumberland Farms, a.k.a. Cumby's, a.k.a. Scumby's has taken an interest in me, the one, Jacob King.

I've never had experience as a customer service associate, a.k.a. "clerk" but, I seem to be getting jist of it. As of now, the only problem I have is the lottery machine. Too many God damned buttons. But they tell me I will eventually get in the swing of things and it will be as natural as masterbation.

Yesterday, being my fourth day of employment, I've managed to cost the store over eighty dollars worth of stolen goods. Not on purpose of course. Anything over fifty dollars is grounds for a "write up" and possibly unemployment a.k.a "My ass getting fired." But, hey. Yesterday is done. It's beyond me. Beginning the day with swift kick in the ass is by no means a pleasure I'd like to obtain, but it certainly didn't get panties in a wad.

Leaving today at ten in the P.M. I've only lost three dollars and thirty seven cents for the company. I hear I won't get shit for it, but that's to be seen.

So, for all of you who look down upon store clerks or customer service associates for the layperson, think twice. Think an abundance of times as a matter of fact before you throw your little "customer service associates" to the curb. You depend on them no matter how rich, no matter how famous, no matter the shituation. Thank them before you leave the store. Take them not for granted, but as priceless treasure at the bottom of the ocean floor.

Heed my words.

Enjoy.

Metropolis Kontroll

2008-06-18T20:33:00.001-07:00

Well, as of a day or two, I'll be starting a new project titled "Metropolis Kontroll." I got the idea for the name from a previous alias I've used online. Population_Control...my friend's username. Later, I would shorten it to just Control, and eventually Kontroll after the 2003 foreign film, a tale about a strange young man, Bulcsú, his fellow inspectors, who are all without exception likeable characters, a rival ticket inspection team, and racing along the tracks... And a tale about love.

I loved the movie even though I hadn't seen it from the get go. Anyway, my insterests for this project are nothing more than just getting some of the music I've created over the years on a shite-e little program called Fruity Loops. Some of you might have heard of it. A lot of the program is junk, but it has some very powerful and tasty sounding clips on it that I love and have loved for years.

So, if you all have a little bit of time in the near future, please give me a check out and I'll be sure to show my appreciation. Also, I would be interested if some one would like to do some minimal vocals for it. Collaborate a little bit. That would be first rate. Thanks everyone.

Check out my music at www.myspace.com/metropoliskontroll

Enjoy.

Back by popular demand.

2008-06-14T00:12:00.000-07:00

Well, not really popular demand, but some person, Mr. System Kid, has told me that it was appreciated for my post of the sweep arpeggio earlier on in my posts.

Yes, sweep arpeggios. Probably one of the hardest, and most unknown techniques played in the guitarist's world. True it is a battle, but you have to view it as something that can be learned. Probably a few days into it, I had it lock, stock and barrel. Not quite as fast as it was suppost to be played, but I knew what I was doing. Sure, I'm no Tony McAlpine, or Paul Waggoner, but I've got the idea down. I figure before I head of for school, I must get this down. That way I'll be ahead of the curve increasing my chances and putting the competition in the fuckin' dust.

To let you all know a little about style of guitar, I tend to play alot of jazz, blues, funk, and some metal. Most of what I play is lead and I devote most of my time trying to learn new leads and such. I'm currently working on rhythm for metal, but still most of my time goes to other things.

A few scales that I've learned to love over the years are as follows:

|---------------------------------------15-17-|
|------------------------------13-15/17-------|
|------------------------12-14----------------|
|---------------10-12/14----------------------|
|---------10-12-------------------------------|
|-8-10/12-------------------------------------|
For this one, when you get to the "b" string, you're going to want to switch to your middle finger and pinky. Learn it slowly, then once you know it, start playing it backwards. Fun shit.

|--------------------------8-10/12-|
|---------------------8-10---------|
|---------------5-7/9--------------|
|-----------5-7--------------------|
|-----3-5/7------------------------|
|-3-5------------------------------|
Same rule applies here when you reach the "b" string. Switch to your middle finger and pinky.

A few sweeps that I've also encountered, among the hundrens out there, are as such:

These are in the key of Am. They sound tasty.

|----------------12-17p12----------------|
|-------------13----------13-------------|
|----------14----------------14----------|
|-------14----------------------14-------|
|-12h15----------------------------15p12-|
|----------------------------------------|

|-------12-17p12---------------------|
|----13----------13------------------|
|-14----------------12-9-------------|
|------------------------10----------|
|---------------------------12-7-----|
|--------------------------------8-5-|
And the second part of this one goes like:
|-------10-15p10--------------------|
|----12----------12-----------------|
|-12----------------12-7------------|
|------------------------9----------|
|--------------------------10-5-----|
|-------------------------------7-3-|
These last two are especially tricky because you have to continue the sweep, first of all, and secondly there are two notes being played on the same sting in specific areas on the "g" and "a" strings.

Well, gents and ladies, that'll be all for tonight. I'll try to come up with some more later on. But for now. I must retire.

Enjoy.

Shit hit the fan mucho grande.

2008-06-13T01:20:00.001-07:00

So, as you know from my last post, I'm back in New York, kickin' it old school with no job, no wheels, zilch denero and I've been given an opportunity to make a little money. A C-note. Not bad for watching their dog, bringing in the mail, and make sure nothing goes arye, but some how I've managed to spend it within three days.

Down the drain it went with the ever rising prices in New York. Before I left for Florida, a pack of cigarettes cost around five dollars. I was lucky to even pay that. After a duration of a month and a half they've managed to sneak a couple more pennys into it and now I'm paying seven dollars for one God damned pack.

But, that's not even the biggest of the problems. Today, as I was heading over to take care of some stuff, I drove up to find a gaggle of Fordians huddled around my friend's apartment door drinking Heineken in broad day light. Not to mention they are all underage.

As some time passes, while sitting in my friend's room, I periodically come out to the living area to find more and more people tapping their random sorts of alcohol, making mess of their living arangment. Having no control over this, I quickly give up of the situation, and act no longer as the facilitator, but as another person among them.

Around the wee hours of four in the AM, I found myself kicking my way through what seemed a countless number of beer cans, only to be left to clean them after every one has departed.

Rigoddamndiculous. And, now another sleepless night. Thank you friends. I appreciate all that you do.

Fucking children.

Home is where I go.

2008-06-06T12:31:00.000-07:00

Well, gentlemen and ladies, I'm off to home again tomarrow morn. It's been a stellar month and a half long holiday in the Sunshine State, but it must come to a close. There are things I wanted to do, but never got a chance. Oh, well. I'll be moving down here some time by the end of the year hopefully. When its nice and not instant swamp ass.

Uh, not much more I gotta say. Wish I actually had something productive to write about, but instead I've got to suck it up and become the hypocrite that I am.

Speaking of which. I heard one time, while speaking about hypocrites, the argument of whether they were indeed a hypocrite or not. What is a hypocrite? Well, a hypocrite is a person who acts in contradiction to his or her stated beliefs or feelings. To say that some one is a hypocrite because they simply are doing something they said they don't believe in is not necessarily true. Whose to say that they still follow those beliefs? What you're basing your theory on is old information. Infact its judgement towards the former hypocrite. So, knowing that, don't come to a conclusion so quickly next time.

Enjoy.

GI JOE BITCHES

2008-05-30T22:53:00.000-07:00

GI Joe made some new episodes I guess.

The fall of the FPS

2008-05-30T08:21:00.000-07:00

Growing up I've always liked to play first person shooters. Mostly, if not always online, because I can't stand the fact of how boring single player is. The first true FPS that I started playing was Quake. Yes, I played single player, but I wasn't quick enough to learn how to play online, if they had online play for it.

Quake II was another revolutionary pick. Offered more guns, online play, better graphics, which they really weren't, and the best feature... a grappling hook.

Next, we had Hλlf Life. I have to say that out of every multiplayer FPS this had to be it. If you were a computer gamer and didn't have Hλlf Life, you were considered newfagotry. Through out the years I continued to play on with ever growing love for this game. The original, Team Fortress Classic, Opposing Force, Counter Strike, and every other God damned mod there was. It truely stands the test of time when it comes to FPSs.

But that's not really what I want to talk about. Call of Duty IV is why I'm here, typing aimlessly into an vacuous audience only to deflate the immense pressure from ever growing rates of children playing on adult video games.

After playing Counter Strike for so long, I've gotten used to the fact that toddlers, or basically anyone under the age of 18 to 20 or so, don't play Hλlf Life, or any of it's off spring. At least I've never met any. So, as it would go, life went on unobstructed in the world of CSS. Liberty was an understatement of what you could do. Just no cheating. That's all they ask. Fair enough. I can deal with that considering I don't cheat anyway.

Now, after playing Call of Duty IV for about a month and a half, on the PC none the less, I've come to realize that the FPS is being bogged down with innocent children trying to find their violent side with out the use of profanity, bunny hopping, camping or harassment. I've been on a lot of servers and 99% of them don't allow swearing. Well, I'll be God damned. The slip of the word "ass cheek" could get you permanently banned. What they ask for is too much, and from my eyes, it's hurting the game.

And let me remind you. Back when Call of Duty was a historical themed game, much like Call of Duty II, you could do all those things, but miraculously, in the course of a couple years our loyal FPS gamers are being run down by the children which they so greatly depend on for their future.

GHEY little fagtrons.

Time of the Week.

2008-05-28T11:17:00.000-07:00

Well, folks. It's that time of the week where I give credit where it's due. This week I'd like to give light to an amazing band who brings back what good music used to be, and still is though most wouldn't recognize it's significants.

Budos Band, hailing from Staten Island, is a twelve piece suit that delivers the rhythmic tones of funk and afro-beats. Instantly you won't be able to help yourself but to listen to more. Their music is addictive. It's attractive. Its soulful. It's just plain funky.

Here is a video featuring their song "Chicago Falcon." It, personally, is my favourite song from them, but I'll leave you to your own devices on which song you happen to dote upon.

If you wish to visit them their Myspace is www.myspace.com/budosband, or their official website is www.daptonerecords.com.

Enjoy.

Whoever said girls don't play video games should get kicked in the ruskies.

2008-05-28T10:22:00.000-07:00

Yes, at one time in my life I found it very hard to believe that guys weren't the only ones playing video games. Considering how our culture is ever changing to allow more women to compete with their fellow biological counterparts, it is now a common thing to see female gamers whooping ass. Okay. Okay. That might be a stretch, but none the less, they are still there. Tagging along, stalking their prey in which ever game have you.

I've recently found a video of a very popular amateur adult film star at a party confabulating with a camera man from Cheesefrog.com about her experiences and kick assness of her video game journies.

I've never heard her speak until this video, and dear God. You'll see what I'm talking about.

Enjoy.

This guy doesn't give a fuck about the Brits. He's not gonna lie about it.

2008-05-27T20:09:00.000-07:00

I've been recently greatly interested in history. Mostly in one specific area. The life of George Washington. Born February 22, 1732 the first son of Augustine Washington and his second wife Mary Bell Washington.

Actually this video will some it up for you.

Ha Ha. Enjoy. I did.

2008-05-26T18:11:00.000-07:00

For all you who are interested in sweep arpeggios I have found this one from some lurking site on the internets.

|-------5/7-------|
|-----3-----5-----|
|---4---------7---|
|-2-------------5-|
|-----------------|
|-----------------|

|-------10/12---------|
|-----8-------10------|
|---9------------12---|
|-7-----------------9-|
|---------------------|
|---------------------|

|----------15/17----------|
|-------12-------15-------|
|----14-------------16----|
|-12-------------------14-|
|-------------------------|
|-------------------------|

Play continuously. I just separated them for the sake of organization. Enjoy.

MX Revolution

2008-05-22T22:21:00.000-07:00

MY REVIEW:

It sucks donkey dick. Faggotry at it's finest. I will be in the middle of a game, and miraculously the game will be closed, unbeknownst to any logical answers. There are no tiny ass buttons that I could be hitting to make it do so either.

The new thumb wheel feature had me giddy like a schoolgirl, but found out after opening it that it is a not a full scrolling wheel. It's more like a pitch wheel on keyboard sampler automatically going back to center when not manipulated. Also, it's too far away from the thumb so you have to adjust your hand accordingly to do so. It's function is completely useless because you would be able to do the same thing on the other wheel which, by the way, can scroll through 10,000 lines in under seven seconds. Woo.

It's wireless. :\

Nice shape and design, but overall...GIANT PIECE OF SHIT!

Hmm. Could I get a...

2008-05-22T21:01:00.000-07:00

Late last night, before my one mile run, I chose to head out for some tasty, good old fashion fast food. Not finding many places appetizing, a light finally hit me. The Golden Bell just up ahead on my left.

Pulling up to the drive through speaker box which was so conveniently placed right under the menu leaving me no time to think of what I should get. A notion of what I wanted was scrambling through my noggin, but the name was unrecognizable to anything on the menu leaving me that much more flustered.

"Hello, welcome to Taco Bell, how may I help you?" with an attitude, none the less.

"Uh, uh...Uh. Can I get...Can I get a Spicy Chicken Cuntwrap Supreme."

Good God. What have I done? What...have...I...done?

Words are a bitch.

Test Your Might, Bitch.

2008-05-22T09:23:00.000-07:00

Even if you have never played a video game before, you will know which one I speak of. A Hollywood motion picture was created from it's likeness, which at the time was first rate, but now has fallen way side due to shitty actors and bad special effects. Though the story line went along side that of the video game, I think it's time we reinvent those old movies into more extravogant productions.

Mortal Kombat. That's right, Mortal Kombat. See, instantly, poof. "Oh, yeah. I know that movie. It sucked pretty badly."

Last night was epiphonous. It was monumental in stature. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men will one day create a new, and better Mortal Kombat movie."

My unconscious trip session took place at a stadium, where my futbol team and I were preparing for a game shortly after the present match, which was about to commence. We were paired in the same locker room with a profession futbol club, and they headed down the corridor, through a waiting room of sorts, and eventually onto the stadium pitch. Shortly after I had realized I had forgotten my bag with my equipment. Rushing through the corridor and breaking into the waiting room I saw only a frozen wasteland with ice sculptures lining it's walls. No trace of who had done this was aparent.

There is another part to this dream but it doesn't really make sense. Unless I were to hold it during the winter months, but that's an easy fix.

A few friends and I were sitting outside near the street. The night was cold and everything was frozen. The air was stale, and life seemed to be no more. Quiteness filled the scape. Nearby a young girl was ice skating on the pond, when suddenly a silhouette smoking a cigarette passed us. He had short brown hair, and a slick black suit wore him, along with deep black sunglasses.

End scene.

It's Johnny Cage if you didn't catch that. So, I thought of who I would want directing this. I don't want some Michael Bay type directing this because he did a shoddy job with Transformers and it just sucked because of it.

Quentin Tarantino. I choose you. He seems to be very well detailed with his stories. Most people I talk to say that they hate his movies because they are unrealistic. But, that is his point. He's a fan of the classic '70's cinema, when they had cheap effects like spraying blood. Mortal Kombat the video game series was very violent, and I can't find anyone better, besides an anti-semite of whom we all know I refer, to direct this motion picture. Sure he can pair up with other directors because I'm not how sure Quentin is with special effects. I mean, come on. You have to have those.

Also, I have an artist who I wish to make the theme song. Whether original or recreate the old. Between the Buried and Me. If you have never heard of them, here is a video of their song titled "Selkies The Endless Obsession."

Enjoy.

A New Low For the Music Industry.

2008-05-21T21:31:00.000-07:00

As Madonna rounds the bend for the half century mark, she finds herself with a new trophy to hang on her wall. The forty-nine year old singer slash actress, has been inducted into the US Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

There's your short and brief introduction. Now, on to the part where I criticize the ones who allowed a well known Pop singer into a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Sure, Rock can be broken down into many different genres, but there's a clear and understoon line that I'm sure most musicians see, and Pop is not within the boundaries of that line.

I feel that there should be strict guidelines as to whom can be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame or for that fact, just in the rock genre in general. For instance, if we were to take the rhythm section of the group, it should have so many technical elements to it like palm mute. Yes, there should be a certain amount of palm mutes in a song. And the lead...well, that speaks for itself. It shouldn't just be a ostinato groove, but an array of shredding and sweepage. Alternative bands should never be permitted such a priviledge, unless they originated from the '90's.

These people, such as Madonna, are not rockstars. They are popstars. Just because they can throw a party like those guys from Metallica, doesn't mean they are in anway way shape or form rockstars. Get it right, God damnit.

"The Last Sitting"

2008-05-21T13:53:00.000-07:00

I'd like to begin by letting everyone observe my utter ditest for this topic. Not the fact that it's about Marilyn Monroe's last photoshoot before six weeks later found dead, over dosed on barbituates.

No, not at all. Quite the opposite. I'm not sure when these photos came out, but I've found that celebrities only do nude photos when their career is on the fritz. Well, the Miss Lindsey Lohan, 21, is the proud new representation of the so called, "Last Sitting."

Thank you for making me permanently soft. After looking at your freckled, ginger body, I don't know if I'll ever be able to look at women in the same light again.

If you feel you must see these pictures, you can see them at NYMag.com

Enjoy?

Weekly Personal Appreciation.

2008-05-20T19:50:00.000-07:00

I'd like to dedicate my first W.P.A. to some good friends of mine. Though I haven't seen, spoken, or heard from them for roughly a year or so, they still are good guys making even greater music coming out of the Capital Region of New York.

The band members are as follows:
Lou - Vocals, Guitar
Matt "WILLYMAN" Wilson - Vocals, Keyboards
DubJohn Muller - Bass
Anthony Deso - Drums, Samples

I thoroughly enjoy their music for a few reasons. First, they are ridiculously good at writing music that not only has elements of melody, and rhythm, but also a warm, and inviting feeling, as if you were permanently plastered. No matter what, you will want to get out of your chair and get your ass movin' and groovin'.

Hopefully, I will be able to ask them a few questions of their point of view of things. If you want to listen to some of their songs, go to their Myspace Page.

Enjoy.

Racism tastes great on toast.

2008-05-19T21:45:00.000-07:00

I've been called ignorant many a times. That's right. Me. Of all the people. Why? It really depends on the situation, but in most cases its been do to my lack of attention. Me, Jacob King, have been known to refer to people by the color of their skin, or their ethnicity, or some times by song such as "Chopstix," for an obvious reference. But how can you accuse some one of being racist for simply making an observation?

In fact, if I may defend myself, which I think every decent human being of every level of the evolutionary scale should partake in, I would like to say that my observations are kind hearted, and used only in a joking manner. To call me racist is discriminatory. No one ever thinks to look at the situation from the other point of view. I live in a beautiful country tumbling beneath itself because everyone has this notion that if we don't say anything bad, nothing bad will happen. Think of it this way. Perhaps you have done some wrong in a certain time in your life. Guilt is a natural onset of such things, because most good people have a conscience. Believe it or not. I don't. Anyway, if you see my point, which is simple, then you will find the consequences of these actions. If you aren't permitted the right to say such things, like the Constitution of the United States has declared, because of political correctness, then some fucked up shit is bound to happen. We've seen it during the roaring '20's, with the abolishment of alcohol. Did it stop people from drinking? Absolutely not. Most of this political correctness hippie bullshit is a hinderance towards minorities, because it's not bringing light, but only darkness, to what people really are...

Jews, Mexicans, Micks, Blacks, and so forth. There's nothing wrong with those titles, and if you feel differently, shame on you.

I'll leave you all a challenge for me. If you can find anything that makes those titles racist, then I will send each of those challengers a whole US dollar.

My opinion is better than yours.

2008-05-19T21:34:00.000-07:00

Recently, I've been thinking about our present state in the U.S. Not so much of the current conflict in the Middle East, or our struggling economy, but on matters far more ominous.

It has come to my attention that everyone thinks they are important. Now, writing this web log, I guess, makes me some what of a hypocrite. But, I say otherwise. Individuality only goes so far. People feel that they need their opinion heard, and that people will listen. There have only really been a few whom have made it in the "blogging" industry and have made names for themselves. Most do not. Most go unnoticed and begin to collect dust, and eventually face an imminent deletion.
So, I say to everyone who feels they need to tell everyone how their day is going, or what new gadgets they purchased five minutes ago... Don't waste your time, and ultimately don't waste ours because that's stealing. And According to the wise and powerful Christian God we so warmly cherish, stealing is bad.

Enjoy.