24 posts tagged “shawn mcentyre”
This is the storm that hit about 2 hours or so after a tornado. I suppose the storm hit prior to that which would be the cause of said tornado, but who cares. The point is there's rain, epic wind and lightning.
I strapped my Flip Mino HD onto my steering wheel via the Flip action mount and drove to Coffee Slingers. The video below is the resulting footage. I only added music, titles and an edge mask.
Taken was written by Luc Besson and Robert Mark Kamen and directed by Pierre Morel. It stars Liam Neeson, Maggie Grace (Remember the hot yet annoying blond chick from the first season of Lost?) The always gorgeous Famke Janssen and some other French dudes that no one really knows. It scored a 55% on Rotten Tomatoes T-Meter, a 40% from Top Critics and a 91% from the mindless RT Community.
First let me start off by saying that I thought this movie sucked. I saw it about 3 or 4 weeks before it hit theaters in the U.S. I was immediately glad that I didn't stand in line and waste $10 on it. I rated it 20% on Rotten Tomoatoes.
This movie was a total rip off of The Bourne Identity as well as many other kill-baddies-all-over-Europe-because-I'm-an-ex-spy movie. It takes every cliché from that genre and capitalizes on it. In fact, its almost entirely written off clichés. On top of the awful clichés, it seemed that everyone was told as soon as they walked on set, "Forget what you know about good acting. It will not exist in this film. Seriously, act like this is your 5th grade Christmas play." Even Liam, who is awesome, acted as if he was only there because he owed someone a favor. A big one.
All in all, the story was weak, forced and overplayed. The dialogue was laughable, the acting was pathetic and the daughter ran wierd. I seriously thought something was wrong with her. Other than than dudes getting their faces punched in, I was genuinely board.
Here's a quick recap:
Warning: There be spoilers ahead (but honestly, there's not much left to spoil)
"I'm so emo, 'cause I was a typical Spy/Father and didn't spend enough time with my family because I was to busy saving America and my wife left me, even though she knew better. Oh well, I quit all that 5 years too late so I can be poor and live close by my daughter and ex-wife who married a typical rich guy."
"Its my daughters birthday, I'll spend all of $15.00 dollars on a karaoke machine that was made for an eight year old even though she's seventeen."
"Oh goody, she likes it, because she has this fantasy that she's going to be a pop star still someday. I'm glad my whiny ex-wife was able to see that... ah crap, the super-rich step-dad bought her a horse and she now could care less about my half-hearted gift."
"Hmm, I've been offered a body guard job protecting some high class pop-star, I should ask her if she'll see my daughter.
"Oh noes, some guy was classically waiting to stab the pop-star! Good thing I'm so awesome! I'll hospitalize this idiot and rescue the star. Me FTW."
"My daughter wants to go to France? No ways, I know how things roll there. I have premonition. Well... since she's thrown such a spoiled fit, I'll let her, so long as she takes my super secret spy phone"
"Crap, my premonition was right, hopefully the bad guy will pick up the phone so I can say some awesome, bone-chilling phrase to him that will be used on posters and later on in the movie."
"Time to meet up with a guy that I'm pretty sure will back-stab me because he's greedy and I'm an idiot."
*Beat-downs, death and violence ensue*
"I've killed everyone with no repercussions and found my daughter, I'm the man again! I'll just casually fly back with her to the States earning the respect of my ex and her new husband."
"To top it all off, since shes not the least bit traumatized about being held captive by sex-traffickers, I'll take her to the pop-star that I saved earlier so she can say some formulated cliche line"
Teh End!
Now, perhaps this wasn't the best written review, and perhaps you think I'm a moron because you really liked it. Well, good thing I don't care. This is my opinion and you are more than welcome to be wrong with yours.
This is a post my brother wrote. He's in the air force living in Seoul, Korea and has many hilarious stories to share. This is an over exaggerated recap of his morning a few days ago.
"My mind wanders through subconsciousness like a snowflake wanders the sky on a calm evening. The clock ticks to 5:20 am and suddenly my ears are assaulted by the deafening electronic beeping. Still ensconced by the grasp of sleep, my arm is slow to strike the snooze button.
Eight fleeting minuets pass and once more I am at the mercy of the simple device on my nightstand. This time I manage to shake the semi hypnotic trance and lash out in full force, smashing my defenseless clock into the hard cement wall of my dorm. A litany of curses ensues its ruction as I work up enough gall to toss back my warm and inviting blankets and bare the savage cold of the room outside of my bed. My ceiling fan watches me from above, like a bird of prey encircling its next victim. Its chill wind is an unwanted guest in my room this morning so I choke out its life with the simple flick of a switch.
I go about my daily routine of getting dressed in my finely crafted ABU light armor set and brushing my teeth. The newly formed plaque and morning breath cry out in agony as I unleash an onslaught of minty fresh fluoride, crushing them between the mighty bristles of my brush. Once all my gear has been accounted for I leave the relative safety of my room and traverse down the hall way, stopping only momentarily to summon a magical box than transports me 80 feet down to the surface below. I make my way through a few more dim corridors and finally reach the last door of the structure.
Outside is a bitter, snow swept wasteland. The wind howling through narrow alleys, taxis racing down the ice ravaged road, the moon still looms overheard, casting a gloomy light over the unwelcoming world before me. But I cannot afford to be intimidated by such things. Who else would vacuum and clean if I were not to show for work? Thus is my duty. My calling. And with that I make the first step of many toward my shop."
-Fin.
I signed into Facebook tonight to find my inbox flooded with tags of peoples notes. Yes for some reason a truckload of people couldn't think of that final person to add to their spam list and hated me enough to throw me on their list.
OK, maybe they didn't hate me, but they decided to tag me in a note that seems to be going around. Its basically 25 things about yourself. Its a flash back to 2005 MySpace where you write down 25 things about yourself "that nobody knows" and send it to 25 people who were apart of said line or that you want to write and pass on. Its another refresh of the ever annoying chain letter.
Being how I can't let a thing like this go on without mocking it relentlessly and beating it bloody, I decided to write a rebuttal in the sekret form of the chain letter itself. I sent it out to a few people, knowing they would be offended by it, but if they can't learn to laugh at something like this, then they will live a sad life.
Here it is:
Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails
1) What is a note?
2) Why does anyone care about this note?
3) What is the reason for these notes?
4) Why do people keep irrelevantly tagging me in their notes?
5) Is this the new "poke"?
6) Why does everyone have a list of random things about themselves that don't matter in their notes?
7) Is there a point to having only 25 lines in the note?
8) Is this a new concept of a chain letter?
9) Is this a lighter version of the stupid surveys that float aimlessly on MySpace?
10) Did Facebook just start to suck again?
11) Why do people think this is fun?
12) Is there more to life than what people know about me on Facebook?
13) Do I share these "Things about myself that nobody knows" so that hopefully people will pay attention to me and read them and send me a comment back because I'm lonely and bored and want someone to like for my uniqueness and strike up a random conversation about hair dye or tooth paste or the fact that we both enjoy watching Gossip Girls but only on DVD so we can watch it all at once instead of show by show because its so good oh by the way what's up with Chuck I know his dad died and everything by why so serious chuck i love the Dark Knight Heath Ledger XOXOXOX
14) Is it really necessary to tag 25 people specifically? Will time and space implode? Will you die where you sit? Will your neighbors dog die where it sits? Will the Flying Dutchman haunt you and your family for 7 generations? Is there a man behind the curtain? Will you have to find Jack, Kate, Sayid, Hurley and Sun and go back to the Island?
15) Do you hate me so much that you would clutter my inbox with 15 tags of myself on notes that don't relate to me?
16) Is there a reason that every note is named some awkward, random phrase that makes people want to slit their own wrists just trying to comprehend its meaning?
17) Are you really that "Out of the Box" and crazy that you believe you will blow people away by starting at 25 and counting backwards to 1?
18) Did you know they found water on Mars? Did you know that this note is still more irrelevant?
19) Is it really so ironic to write that you secretly *insert non-secret fact here* by placing it in a public note?
20) Are you really the only person that relates their life to a movie when you know at least 500 other people that do the same?
21) Do you really love me/like me and that's why you tagged me or are you just tagging people randomly because you can't think of 25 people that you actually love/like?
22) Do you hate me yet for mocking these notes so relentlessly?
23) Is it really necessary to write that embarrassing fact about yourself that "OMG I can't believe I'm saying this but..." because you actually like the attention and aren't that embarrassed by it?
24) Is it really a wonder that I could make fun of notes for this long?
25) Are you offended and hurt now that I just made fun of the chain note for 25 straight lines? Don't be. Read on.
This is a joke and nothing more. I just signed into Facebook and had a massive list of notifications from people that posted "25 things" in notes with me tagged in them. There are a great many things within Facebook that I do not like nor participate in. I don't accept requests to join random groups to save Russian White Seals nor do I accept kidnap requests (honestly, who would accept an invitation to be kidnapped?) nor do I add every ridiculous app and poke and tag there is. I use it for what I like, so don't be bothered or angry if I don't accept your request, or for this matter, return your chain letter. All you need to know about me is already written on my profile page or can be found out by having a REAL conversation with me.
Now, go along and laugh it all off, because it really is quite hilarious (especially #13)
This video was submitted by Redunk Twitter follower (and kick-a wife of Redunk author Evan Calkins) Kelly Calkins. You can follow Kelly's updates on Twitter here.
Basically everyone in the NFL is an android:
As with any movie where Mark Walhberg is the star, you have to take it as it is and not expect much. Even more so with a movie based off a video game. Max Payne scored a whopping 18% on Rotten Tomatoes from the T-Meter Critics and a 47% from the RT Community. Which goes to say, it doesn't have a whole lot going for it. But, you're reading this not because you care so much about the opinions of others, but mine. Because I'm awesome. Now, lets continue.
First lets get one thing straight. It is not possible for Hollywood to create a film based off a video game and keep the integrity of the story. It's just inconceivable for them. Doesn't matter who writes it, who directs it and who stars in it. It will suck. There is no such thing as a good movie based off a video game.
Now that thats out of the way, the movie. The story follows a detective, Max Payne, who's wife and infant are murdered years prior by tweaked out drug addicts. Max slips into emo-Walhberg mode and hunts for his dead family's last remaining culprit. He also dawns a sick leather jacket. The story progresses on from there thrusting Max into a dilemma much larger than a missing tweaker.
The story has about as many plot holes as Max's victims have bullet holes, which means there's a crap-ton. The story is actually somewhat intriguing, if you tell yourself its going to suck. (Start at zero and it can only go up from there, unless its spoof movie.) The acting is fairly sub-par, but then again, look at the cast. No one is believable. If the movie actually followed the plot of the original game, it would be brilliant, crappy acting aside even. But like I said, it doesn't. It does however, keep some of the dark atmosphere of the
Now, on to the part that I like. Scratch that. Loved. Yes, loved. The cinematography and special effects are absolutely brilliant. It is honestly one of the most graphically beautiful movies I've ever seen. That's saying a lot. But in all honestly, shot for shot its freaking awesome. If Mark Walhberg could make a convincing enough mean-face, it would be the cherry on top of the cinematography cake. Every frame is set perfect, the slow motion shots (as ridiculous as they may be) are perfect, the colors are perfect, the lighting is perfect. Everything looks great. The soundtrack, composed by Marco Beltrami and Buck Sanders, fits the movie's gritty atmosphere just right.
I am by no means saying this is a great movie, let alone a good movie, but it was certainly better than I expected. I will certainly watch this agian just for the visuals. Maybe I'll mute it and just loop the soundtrack.
I'd do a quick recap, but Its too ridiculous. Here's the trailer instead:
The following is a time-lapse video of 6.5 hours of the workday in mine and Nathans office. I set up a camera in the corner and set it to record .5 second intervals every 30 seconds. What you're about to see is that video, sped up 500%, cutting 6.5 hours to 1.5 minutes. This was a fun experiment and you'll notice, if you pay attention, many people starring straight into the camera and posing for the shots. Also, we took this camera with us to our staff meeting.
We both realized after watching this that we slouch way to much.
