Mortal Kombat looks so bad/good
Y’all! I want to see the Mortal Kombat movie so bad!
It’s got this scene where Subzero is all like, stab-stab-stab, freeze-freeze-freeze, and then he stabs this guy and when the blood shoots out of the wound, he freezes that and stabs the guy with his own blood.
Then it’s got Hiroyuki Sanada!

And a foreboding temple or castle or something!

And some dialogue about destiny or something, who really cares.
And, at some point, someone definitely says “FINISH HIM.”
In other news, I can crack walnuts with my thighs
There are so many detestable jumping jack variations!
Squat jacks? Who came up with that? I hate them! I hate them so much!
It’s been a long time since I posted, but this will be so funny and totally worth it, I swear
So I think the character it would really suck to be is that one guy in the horror movie.
The guy! You know, the guy!
Imagine this: You’ve been fighting an unimaginable horror for years. Decades even. Sure, you’re looking a little worse for the wear. Your teeth aren’t great. You’ve got crazy hair. Hell, you’ve got total crazy eyes! But, you know, it’s hard to get spa days when you are fighting unspeakable evil.

And you are at the top of your game. You are one badass mo-fi*!
*It’s short for “monster fighter” but also a play on “mofo.” You like it? You can have it, it’s totally a gift. I’ve got plenty of these!
And then they show up. These kids nowadays with their haircuts and their premarital sex and their wandering off into the dark alone and what even kind of music is that?

And they take one look at you and decide you’re suspicious. Hell, you’re probably the weirdo responsible for killing the black guy or the sluttiest girl, whoever’s already dead by now.
But you, being the nice guy you are, explain the situation to them.
Sure, there’s maybe some ranting, possibly a bit of raving, but they have to know what sort of horrific monster they’re facing.

So, finally, they untie you or shake your hand or whatever the hell, and then boom! These idiots are attacked by the monster you’ve been battling. And the next thing you know, double boom! You’ve been decapitated or disemboweled or some godawful thing, and the kids are like “whoa man, that’s so gnarly,” and then they run away and end up beating the monster, leaving your corpse where it lies, to rot.
And that is the character I think it would suck to be.

Batwoman’s ex so stupid? How stupid is she?
I know I haven’t posted in a while! I’ve been busy (BUY MY BOOK! ha ha, just kidding. Please buy my book?) and, as usual from working in the world’s depressingest industry, just not very funny lately.
But I’m here now. To complain about Batwoman’s ex-girlfriend, Sophie.
She is just the worst at her job. She’s terrible. She lets the evil villain Alice (who is, by the way, the annoyingest villain ever and I hope they get rid of her after season 1, because I am just here to see Ruby Rose kick ass and hook up with beautiful ladies) have a copy of her Alice in Wonderland book!
“I had it x-rayed *and a bunch of other things,” smugs Sophie. So she knows it’s harmless! But, unless you were only just born, in which case, hi! Welcome to the world!, it is OBVIOUS something bad will happen!
And, of course, something bad happens and the evil villain Alice escapes and murders two people and lets Sophie go to stew over the fact that she is closeted.
Then Batwoman comes bopping up and is like, “oh, Sophie, you poor thing, how do you feel?” and Sophie is like, “bad, I guess,” like her incompetence didn’t just get two people totally murdered, and ALSO, Batwoman, SHE REVEALED YOUR SECRET CODE TO YOUR EVIL FRATERNAL TWIN.

Also, I want it to be known for the record that Batwoman’s stepsister Mary is actually Batman, because she plays the role of a dizzy socialite so she can secretly help people! (As a doctor in her secret clinic, but still! BATMAN.)
You should buy my book, even Buzzfeed thinks so!
I know I never update this site! (Hi, faithful readers, whom I have ignored for SUCH A LONG TIME) But I have some really exciting news!
I’m going to have a book! A real actual for real yes it’s true book!
And BUZZFEED thinks you should read it! (They also probably think I should cool it on the exclamation points, but that’s neither here nor there.)
Anyway, you can preorder/order the book here! (It’s about murdered ladies, and isn’t funny, I’m very sorry.)
(PS: The cover art is by the amazing Sarah Shields, isn’t it gorgeous???)
The Flash and suspension of disbelief
Lately, I’ve gotten hooked on The Flash, because apparently I just want to spend my life watching CW superhero shows, why not.
And I will buy just about anything it sells.
You can run fast enough to go back through time? Sure!
People can fuse together and become a superhero who shoots fire? I’m down with that!
You can visit the multiverse! Oh, hell, yes, of course you can!
But I just cannot believe that anyone — ANYONE — would offer Iris West a job at a newspaper after reading her terrible blog. THAT WOULD NOT HAPPEN THIS SHOW IS SO FAKE.
Cobra Kai whaaaaa?
This is everything I never knew I ever wanted.
You GUYS. A Cobra Kai series? Johnny Lawrence seeking redemption for walking into the Karate Kid’s foot?
PLEASE YES SO MUCH.
I love you, Legends of Tomorrow
So on Mondays, instead of Supergirl, the CW has been showing DC’s Legends of Tomorrow. (On a completely unrelated tangent-thingy, how weird is it that it’s THE CW and not just CW?? Wouldn’t it feel weird to say “The NBC” or “The FX”? Yet it feels right to say “The CW. Anyway!)
DC’s Legends of Tomorrow is far superior to Supergirl.
It is funny and the dialogue is a little less on the nose and just LOVE the evil villain, he is the very best thing.
Also, Brandon Routh’s character (yes, I haven’t bothered to learn the characters’ names, it’s true) is as excited to meet John Noble as I would be.
Like, you guys, SO excited.
Like, they’re going to fight a time demon, change a timeline and save the universe, and he’s like, “YES BUT I MET JOHN NOBLE.”
Digging too Deeply: Rough Boy
Hi, I’m not dead!
I know, you thought I was dead, but really I was just dealing with personal issues, major surgery and severe depression. It was really fun and I’m glad all this stuff happened at the same time because it means nothing bad will happen in my life, ever again.
Ever again.
So to celebrate my return to blogging (probably as intermittently as before, I am so sorry to my faithful readers), I thought I’d talk a little about a band one of my college boyfriends tried to ruin for me.
ZZ Top.
Good ol’ ZZ Top, with the gimungous beards and the sunglasses and the way they’ve looked exactly the same for, like, four decades. Good ol’ ZZ Top with Velcro Fly, AWESOME.
And stupid ol’ college boyfriend, saying, “Oh come ON, literally ALL of their songs are about sex! Every single one has an overt sex reference! It’s RIGHT THERE.”
Well, stupid ol’ college boyfriend, here’s a little somethin’ for you: Rough Boy. It’s an unrequited love song! Where’s the overt sexual reference in that, HUH?
Let’s take a look at it, shall we?
“What in the world’s come all over me?”
…
Dammit.
Why did no one tell me about this?
Why did no one tell me there is a Blade of the Immortal movie now????
There is no excuse for this! It’s inexcusable! I can’t believe no one said! *mutters incoherently*