<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911</id><updated>2011-12-04T03:46:53.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Moran</title><subtitle type='html'>ODD TALES OF ALL THING MORAN</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-2667610261970849478</id><published>2009-07-17T08:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:57:40.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>-Music Appreciation- Dark at the End of the Tunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.moesrealm.com/img/album_covers/DarkAtTheEndOfTheTunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.moesrealm.com/img/album_covers/DarkAtTheEndOfTheTunnel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A brief refresher for those that are not familiar with Oingo Boingo: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wether you know it or not, Danny Elfman and his music has been a big part of every Red Blooded American's life in one way or another over the last 30 years. From composing The Simpsons theme, almost every one of Tim Burtons' films and countless other classic movies to having his band Oingo Boingo appear in almost every classic 80's comedy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got his start as the band leader in his brother's theater troupe The Mystic Knights of Oingo Boingo", which he later broke off from to focus on the band Oingo Boingo full time. From there, Oingo Boingo blew up in the early eighties and became one of the bigger acts in the New Wave genre. They did pretty well for themselves and even made it into some of the bigger movies of the day. But as the eighties wound down, the public's(and Elfman's) taste in music started to change and New Wave wasn't so new anymore and music started to change for the better. Thus, they produced this little gem of a record. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dark Side of the Tunnel was a major departure from the band's earlier records. Although there are little tastes of their earlier New Wave/Ska stylings, most of the music was guitar driven rock and roll. And being 1990, it was the right move to make. Some of their best material is on this record, in my opinion at the least. Out of Control, When the Lights go out, Flesh 'N Blood, and Try to Believe are a couple of my favorites from the band. There isn't as much keyboard on this album and most of the are a lot slower in comparison to their earlier stuff. This definitely gives them a more mature sound than they had before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortuneatly, it was also the last decent record that they put. Elfman wanted to focus more on his composing career and spent musch less time with the band over the years before releasing Boingo, which probably would have been better off not being released(Insanity being the only good song on the record).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm probably in the the minority with my opinion on this album but fuck it, its a great album. Give it a listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-2667610261970849478?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/2667610261970849478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=2667610261970849478' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/2667610261970849478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/2667610261970849478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2009/07/brief-refresher-for-those-that-are-not.html' title='-Music Appreciation- Dark at the End of the Tunnel'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-3256081359916817308</id><published>2009-02-27T01:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:44:56.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Songs To Walk To</title><content type='html'>A list of songs that just make you feel that you can take on/are at peace with the world while walking. Especially at 1 in the morning and three sheets to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Swim - In Flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.   Love is a Fist - Mr. Bungle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.   Promised Land - The Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   In the House, In a Heartbeat - John Murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   We Close Our Eyes - Oingo Boingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   One in a Million - Guns 'N Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   No Easy Way Out - Robert Tepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   Striptease - Faoth No More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   Estranged - Guns 'N Roses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-3256081359916817308?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3256081359916817308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=3256081359916817308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/3256081359916817308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/3256081359916817308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-10-songs-to-walk-to.html' title='Top 10 Songs To Walk To'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-4513525702200302606</id><published>2008-12-02T10:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:01:59.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yakkety Yak</title><content type='html'>Whats the deal with this song? I know it was a hit when it came out in 1958, but how did it snake its way into three of my favorite movies? And how did I not notice until two days ago? Was it a popular song in the mid to late 80s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday I was sitting in my kitchen, enjoying some Bud Lights and mini-quiches, when I heard the song coming from the other room. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; made me think of the opening scene in The Great Outdoors, which then lead me to think about the airplane scene in Twins when Arnold is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;joyfully&lt;/span&gt; listening to rock and roll for the first time. So, naturally, I go to see which of these gems the girls were watching. I peeked in and noticed it was playing during the chicken scene in Stand By Me. How the hell have I never noticed this before? Am I alone here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-4513525702200302606?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/4513525702200302606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=4513525702200302606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/4513525702200302606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/4513525702200302606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2008/12/yakkety-yak.html' title='Yakkety Yak'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-3436001505167322896</id><published>2008-11-14T16:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:28:07.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Movie Assholes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, the movie asshole. Now, I'm not talking about every day villains and the people you love to hate. I'm talking about the guys who show up when everything is going good and completley, intentional or not, fuck everthing up. Sometimes its for self-righteous reasons, some are selfish and greedy and sometimes they are just doing what they think is the right thing to do, realizing only too late that it was wrong. These are the people that once you see them screw up your favorite characters life, you want to hunt them down and knock them out yourself. But, then again, these movies wouldn't be the same without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Land Calrissian - Empire Strikes Back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww2.dixie-net.com/Ripley-HS/images/lando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 432px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ww2.dixie-net.com/Ripley-HS/images/lando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I'm a Lando fan. I know he turned out to be on the good side and even blew up the second Death Star, which is why hes on the bottom of the list. But, you have to remember what he did when he was forst brought into our world. Just when everything was going right for our favorite rebels, Lando invites them into his city, only to turn around and sell his friend up the river to Darth Vader and Boba Fett, thus potentially losing Han to Jabba the Hutt, imprisoning Leia and Chewy on Cloud City, and pulling Luke away from his jedi training before he was ready which resulted in Luke losing a hand, which then resulted in everyone having to risk their lives resuing Han from Jabba's palace. Now, what if Jabba decides to execute Han and Chewy first? What if Luke's hands are still tied together? What then Lando? What then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Richard Thornburg - Die Hard 1+2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mytvmusings.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/william-atherton2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mytvmusings.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/william-atherton2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;This guy straight up sucks. He's a peice of shit reporter for a local news station who only cares about furthering his career. Not only does he endanger John McLaine's family and livelyhood in Die Hard, he does it &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; in Die Harder. What a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Robert the Bruce - Braveheart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.bebo.com/app-image/7531625532/6027336212/PROFILE/bombsite.org/facebook/gallery/Braveheart/1213276076Robert_the_Bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a.bebo.com/app-image/7531625532/6027336212/PROFILE/bombsite.org/facebook/gallery/Braveheart/1213276076Robert_the_Bruce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even explain this one. Just watch it, then tell the look on William Wallace's face when the Buce takes his helmet off doesn't say it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Carter Burke - Aliens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.movievillains.com/images/carterburke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.movievillains.com/images/carterburke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What. A. Peice. Of. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Not only did he risk the lives of a marine unit trying rescue a space colony from the fucking Aliens, he tries to smuggle a couple of Aliens back to Earth inside Ripley and Newt, potentionally unleashing those things here, all for the sake of military weapons testing. And just to make you hate him even more, hes played by Paul Reiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Walter Peck - Ghostbusters&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmdope.com/Gallery/ActorsA/653-7175.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.filmdope.com/Gallery/ActorsA/653-7175.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, this man has no dick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you expect someone else? C'mon. This guy is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; biggest dick of all. Just the way he talks makes me want to kick him in the junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going well in the land of the Ghostbusters. Business and profits are up. Egon and Ray have tons of specimens to keep them busy. Venkman and Dana are really hitting it off. Janine is employee of the month. And Winston really seems to be coming around. Then comes Peck. Not only does he unleash every ghost that has been busted on New York, possibly causing a disaster of biblical proportions, he turns around and blames it on the boys in khaki. What a dick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-3436001505167322896?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3436001505167322896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=3436001505167322896' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/3436001505167322896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/3436001505167322896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-5-movie-assholes.html' title='Top 5 Movie Assholes'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-8546551421390867471</id><published>2008-10-17T14:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:55:52.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Fan and Just Felt the the Need to Post This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/27zvHNjdGlU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/27zvHNjdGlU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the last couple of years I've become a big Four Tops fan. I've always found them a little more soulful than the Temptations, I think they put more emotion in their songs. But that just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Tops Singer Stubbs Dies At 72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legendary Four Tops singer Levi Stubbs has died after a long illness, aged 72. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubbs, a cousin of R+B legend Jackie Wilson, died on Friday at his home in Detroit, Michigan. The exact cause of death had not been released as WENN went to press. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The star sang lead on some of the vocal group's most memorable hits, including Reach Out I'll Be There, I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch), Baby I Need Your Loving, and Standing in the Shadows of Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born Levi Stubbles in Detroit in 1936, the singer formed a doo-wop quartet with his friends Abdul 'Duke' Fakir, Renaldo 'Obie' Benson and Lawrence Payton in 1954. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially going under the moniker Four Aims, the band changed its name to Four Tops in 1956 and gained a following as a club act. After signing to Motown Records in 1963, the group notched up a string of hits which have endured as classics for more than 40 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group continued to tour, but Stubbs stepped down from his role in 2000 after he was diagnosed with cancer. He later suffered a stroke, and had been in poor health ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is survived by his wife of 48 years, Clineice, and their five children. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-8546551421390867471?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/8546551421390867471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=8546551421390867471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/8546551421390867471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/8546551421390867471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-fan-and-just-felt-the-need-to-post.html' title='Big Fan and Just Felt the the Need to Post This'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-5894148398671558975</id><published>2008-10-01T10:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:05:31.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ancient Forest Of Elves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fV1R8CdXFaM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fV1R8CdXFaM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forget about Dragon Force and all the other bullshit fantasy metal bands that are around today. This is the real shit. It wasn't written to cash in on the growing speed metal trend, or in jest and irony. They live and believe this stuff. It was written in 1999, before being "metal" was cool and all you needed was a pair of tight pants that you still owned from your hipster/emo days and a bullet belt you bought at Hot Topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is written by Luca Turilli. He is a virtually unknown guitar player from Italy, who also plays in Rhapsody/Rhapsody of Fire. His playing is out of control. You'll be hard pressed to find another guitarist who can play as fast and fluent as him and still play with so much feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this song, it fucking rules. String instruments, crazy solos and pan flutes. Fucking pan flutes. They lyrics are absolutely rediculous and he blows up the moon at the end. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-5894148398671558975?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/5894148398671558975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=5894148398671558975' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/5894148398671558975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/5894148398671558975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2008/10/ancient-forest-of-elves.html' title='The Ancient Forest Of Elves'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-5694158283855931533</id><published>2008-09-16T08:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:20:01.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome and Intriguing Video of the Day:  Klaus Nomi - Lightning Strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/gma5IUNMTn0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/gma5IUNMTn0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Klaus Nomi. I don't even know where to start with this guy. So here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a German born pastry chef who lived in New York's East Village. When not making pies for the gay community, he was taking opera lessons and debuted in a vaudeville show. He appeared out of smoke dressed in alien-esque clothing, performed the aria from "Samson et Dalila", then disappeared back into the smoke and darkness. Its pretty intense, I suggest you look it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets get into video above. Watch it, then come back. The song is awesome. The video, amazing. My favorite part is when the seamlessly wipe to a scene with three Klaus' on screen. I love how two of them sit on the side of the screen, spinning umbrellas while a huge Klaus sings the tenor style chorus. It rules. Then theres the soprano chorus with award winning lighting effects in the backround. And on top of that, he sings all the vocal parts naturally. Pretty fucking impressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not a big New Wave/Goth fan, but with this guys vocal range, its hard not to listen. He seems like a pretty big creep, died of AIDS in 1983, and from what I heard he was a big fan of glory holes. Sleep well, sweet prince.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-5694158283855931533?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/5694158283855931533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=5694158283855931533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/5694158283855931533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/5694158283855931533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2008/09/awesome-and-intriguing-video-of-day_16.html' title='Awesome and Intriguing Video of the Day:  Klaus Nomi - Lightning Strikes'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-6030169052983459142</id><published>2008-08-05T16:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:54:28.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Words</title><content type='html'>The Restaurant on Blossom St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a man there once,&lt;br /&gt;He swept me off my feet,&lt;br /&gt;At the restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;Down on Blossom St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worked as a policeman,&lt;br /&gt;He walked the beat,&lt;br /&gt;About a block,&lt;br /&gt;From the restaurant on Blossom St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name was Gabe,&lt;br /&gt;He made me complete,&lt;br /&gt;In that restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;Down on Blossom St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a year,&lt;br /&gt;We would go to eat,&lt;br /&gt;In that restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;Down on Blossom St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got married,&lt;br /&gt;To a man so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;In that glorious restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;Down on Blossom St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared strawberry carrotcake,&lt;br /&gt;After his loaf of meat,&lt;br /&gt;In that restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;Down on Blossom St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two children we had,&lt;br /&gt;Trudy and Pete,&lt;br /&gt;Near that restaurant, that beautiful restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;Down on Blossom St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not last,&lt;br /&gt;They died from the heat,&lt;br /&gt;Close to that restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;Down on Blossom St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe went too,&lt;br /&gt;Too old to compete,&lt;br /&gt;In that dreadful restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;Down on Blossom St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its just me,&lt;br /&gt;On our anniversary I come to eat,&lt;br /&gt;In that restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;That lonely restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;Down on Blossom St.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-6030169052983459142?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/6030169052983459142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=6030169052983459142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/6030169052983459142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/6030169052983459142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2008/08/restaurant-on-blossom-st.html' title='A Few Words'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-7162736076340553145</id><published>2008-07-18T16:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:02:33.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I need to Know In Life, I Learned from Billy Joel's Greatest Hits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://991.com/newGallery/Billy-Joel-Greatest-Hits-Vol-231222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://991.com/newGallery/Billy-Joel-Greatest-Hits-Vol-231222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Billy Joel. I think its safe to say he is one of the greatest story tellers of our time. The characters he comes up with are so realistic and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relateable&lt;/span&gt;, its hard to believe that its just Billy spinning up a yarn for our amusement. There is a lot you can learn from listening to Billy, and I'm here to explain. Now, in no particular order, here are the important ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Life-&lt;/strong&gt; I believe this one speaks for it self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Shot- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; be a dick. People don't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell Her About It-&lt;/strong&gt; Its basic premise is speak your mind, don't keep everything to your self. Many times in ones life, a person will have something great, and let it slip away just because you kept your mouth shut. And then you sit around full of regret and feeling sorry about yourself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; no way to live, so stop being a pussy and speak up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just the Way You Are- &lt;/strong&gt;Stop worrying about what people think about you, relax, be yourself. You don't have to impress people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; you see and talk to them. People aren't going to stop liking you just because you don't study a thesaurus before you talk to them. And if they do, they can fuck right off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Movin&lt;/span&gt;' Out(Anthony's Song)- &lt;/strong&gt;Don't work so hard. Enjoy your life. Its not all about money and material things. Do what you like, and do it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. Because seriously, who needs a house out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hackensack&lt;/span&gt;, is that really all you get for your money? Come on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only the Good Die Young- &lt;/strong&gt;Get out there and enjoy life. Its there for the taking, so take it. Don't waste your time waiting for it to come to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Ask Me Why-&lt;/strong&gt; Everything doesn't happen for a reason. Most things just happen by chance. God doesn't single you out when you get hurt, shit just happens. You make your own decisions in life and you live with them, and don't worry about the decisions that others make. If you're still breathing after, move on to the next and enjoy it while you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-7162736076340553145?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/7162736076340553145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=7162736076340553145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/7162736076340553145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/7162736076340553145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything-i-need-to-know-in-life-i.html' title='Everything I need to Know In Life, I Learned from Billy Joel&apos;s Greatest Hits'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-7858676308900021392</id><published>2008-02-08T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:27:21.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maul Stanley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.maulstanley.com/images/large/maulstanley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.maulstanley.com/images/large/maulstanley1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maulstanley.com/"&gt;http://www.maulstanley.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously. What the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-7858676308900021392?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/7858676308900021392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=7858676308900021392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/7858676308900021392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/7858676308900021392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2008/02/maul-stanley.html' title='Maul Stanley'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-94760348898102883</id><published>2008-01-23T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:10:31.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horrible Night For A Curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://powet.tv/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/castlevania-wallsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://powet.tv/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/castlevania-wallsmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case you people don't know, I play the occasional video game and indulge in a vampire movie once in a while. So, naturally, Castlevania is a game that is very dear to me. As far back as I can remember, I've been a fan of the franchise, and still am. They've put out some really great games over the last ten years, and while their newer games are a blast, nothing beats the pre-Symphony of the Night titles. On top of being great games, they are worth playing for the music alone. Its definitely my favorite game soundtrack. Watch this and tell me I'm wrong: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=zRyEb_FDUNE"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=zRyEb_FDUNE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That being said, this past Friday, while sitting at work with no plans for the night, I decided to stage a little experiment. With the roommates out the house for a little while, I planned on planting myself on the couch and playing as much Castlevania as my psyche could handle. I want make it throughor up at least up to SOTN for PS1. That means parts 1-3 for the NES, part 4 and Dracula X for the SNES, and Bloodlines for Genesis. Six games in twelve hours, I can do this. I drew up a little plan, bought some supplies, turned on the goods and went to town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.consoleclassix.com/info_img/Castlevania_NES_ScreenShot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.consoleclassix.com/info_img/Castlevania_NES_ScreenShot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAME START- 8:45 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously, the first to be played was the original. This is one of my favorite games of all time. It was once a game that I could steam roll through, usually taking around 20-30 minutes to finish, making it a good game to warm up with. Its been a while since I played the game, but I get through the first two levels with ease and I'm feeling pretty confident. Then the rust settles. Took a little longer than normal to finish the next two levels, which is okay as I'm making okay time. I'm doing okay until I make it to the boss of the next level, Death, and realize that this might take a bit longer than I thought it would. After what seems like an eternity, I finish off Death and move on to the final level and Dracula, who wasn't as much as a push over as I had remembered. But after a long, grueling two and a half hours, I come out on top and put this game behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAME FINISH-11:15 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dorando.emuverse.com/images/castlevania-2.e_00.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dorando.emuverse.com/images/castlevania-2.e_00.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GAME START-11:30 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This game was a push over, which got my hopes back up. The only problem being that it takes at least an hour and a half to finish the game, meaning that I didn't finish until 1:00 AM. I kinda just sat down and powered through it with no problems, except that I didn't get the best ending. Fuck you Dracula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAME FINISH-1:00AM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.consoleclassix.com/info_img/Castlevania_3_NES_ScreenShot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.consoleclassix.com/info_img/Castlevania_3_NES_ScreenShot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GAME START-1:15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the wild card in my quest. I hadn't played it in at least ten years, maybe more. I remember playing through the whole game in a reasonable time. There's a couple different paths you can take to complete it, some easy, some hard, some down right impossible. My problem came up when I realized that I didn't know what way to travel, and luck being on my side, I took the longest and hardest way to get there. Two hours into it, I was lucky to be half way there. Throw in Brendan coming home three sheets to the wind and ramblin about god knows what, this game quit the test of my patience. Brendan goes to bed around 3:30, and I try to concentrate on a certain level that I have been on for about 2 hours now. I get through and start making some progress and reach the big Drac himself around 4 am. I hear some stiring upstairs and someone coming down to use the bathroom. I'm used to a drunk Brendan wandering around in a towel or a bathrobe at this time of night, but this is the first time I saw the full monty. He goes in and out, I continue to fight Dracula. Two hours. Two fucking hours it takes me to beat this fucking guy! At that point I could have gone on, but I could feel myself getting delirious after looking at thes games for so long, so I packed it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/1628/cv3yeahwm0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/1628/cv3yeahwm0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fuck this guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINISH TIME-6:00 AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epilogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I did finish the first three games, I did not accomplish my goal of six. I was extremely dissapointed, and I blame part three. That really took the wind out of my sails. Six fucking hours to beat a Nintendo game? Get the fuck outof here. So, in the end, I deem this a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAILURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-94760348898102883?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/94760348898102883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=94760348898102883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/94760348898102883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/94760348898102883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2008/01/horrible-night-for-curse.html' title='A Horrible Night For A Curse'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-7717685903305841997</id><published>2007-12-14T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:33:50.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywoods Greatest Miscastings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.toxicshock.tv/news/wp-content/uploads/predator_2_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.toxicshock.tv/news/wp-content/uploads/predator_2_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing better than when film producers perfectly cast a movie, and that one thing is when they cast them horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week I'm gonna dive into 'Predator 2'. Now, don't get me wrong here, I love the movie. I love everything about it. Great concept, decent effects for the time, and the fucking Predator. Whats not to love? The best part of it, though, is that it stars Danny Glover, Gary Busey, Bill Paxton, and Maria Conchita Alonso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, your trying to tell me that an alien that comes to Earth to hunt humans(which are the equivilant of deer to him), is gonna be stopped by Danny Glover? I mean, Detective Roger Murtaugh can be a bad motherfucker at times, but we're talking about an alien that, after killing off a whole platoon of Army Rangers, gave Dutch a run for his money before re-modeling the rain forest with a two mile wide crater. A monster, that after tearing through a gang of voodoos, Bill Paxton, and Gary Busey, Danny Fucking Glover is the guy that takes him out? I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can just picture Joel Silver marching into the Fox offices with this pitch:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://matrix.urbenalia.com/fichaTecnica/JoelSilver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px" alt="" src="http://matrix.urbenalia.com/fichaTecnica/JoelSilver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember that movie that had an alien fucking up The Terminator, Apollo Creed, and Captain Freedom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px" alt="" src="http://eur.i1.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/xp/premiere_photo/20050906/02/3429956075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px" alt="" src="http://matrix.urbenalia.com/fichaTecnica/JoelSilver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Well, lets move the setting to L.A. And instead of Arnold, we cast, get this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px" alt="" src="http://eur.i1.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/xp/premiere_photo/20050906/02/3429956075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://matrix.urbenalia.com/fichaTecnica/JoelSilver.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px" alt="" src="http://matrix.urbenalia.com/fichaTecnica/JoelSilver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;strong&gt;DANNY F'ING GLOVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://eur.i1.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/xp/premiere_photo/20050906/02/3429956075.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px" alt="" src="http://eur.i1.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/xp/premiere_photo/20050906/02/3429956075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:We'll make millions. We start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats really how it happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-7717685903305841997?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/7717685903305841997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=7717685903305841997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/7717685903305841997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/7717685903305841997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2007/12/hollywoods-greatest-miscastings.html' title='Hollywoods Greatest Miscastings'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-3529057845410275017</id><published>2007-12-06T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:04:09.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Moments in American Film According to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ruthlessreviews.com/80saction/pics/commando1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ruthlessreviews.com/80saction/pics/commando1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What makes a great action movie? Some say over the top effects, stunts, explosions, high body count, gun fights, maybe even badass characters. While I do agree that a good one should have those elements, I think that one thing a great action movie needs is a rediculous premise and lack of substantial plot development, ultimately making more room for all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why when asked, "What is the quintessential action movie?" I think of some of the best: Rambo, Die Hard, Over the Top, Robocop, Cobra, Lethal Weapon. While all great movies and worthy of the title, I always go with Commando. Its got everything all the essentials listed above and more. First off, Arnold kills over 80 people himself. Second, that happens in a span of 9 minutes. But one of my favorite asspects of the movie is the over-developed characters thrown into an under-developed story. Whenever you see any of the enemies, or even Matrix's general, you have a feeling that you should know everything about their character, but for some reason they never invovled it in the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite of the bunch is Sully. Now Sully is your typical, womanizing scumbag. He can't go five minutes without thinking about "slash", as he calls it, which brings me to the moment in which we are here for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After escorting Matrix to a plane and making sure it took off with him on it, Sully heads toward the exit of the airport. On the way out he notices a hot little number in a stewardess outfit, played by Rae Dawn Chong, on a pay phone. After creepily listening to her conversation, he suggests going out with him, which she turns down and then heads for the door. He follows her to her car and proceeds to spit out the creepiest opener to a conversation I have ever heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sully&lt;/strong&gt;: You know i've got something I'd really like to give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm not interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sully&lt;/strong&gt;: Ahh, you don't know what you're missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;: Well from here it looks like a nightmare, will you please leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking defeated and confused as to why she wouldn't be interested in whatever it is he wanted to "&lt;em&gt;give her"&lt;/em&gt;, he has one last thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sully&lt;/strong&gt;: You fucking whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hilarious. Unless you're Matt Kay, why would you do that? Seriously. Now remember, he had just met her moments ago, and doesn't even know her name, let alone what she does outside of the airport. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, I have lucked out and found video accompaniment, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHv04Dv5RDY&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-3529057845410275017?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3529057845410275017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=3529057845410275017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/3529057845410275017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/3529057845410275017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2007/12/great-moments-in-american-film.html' title='Great Moments in American Film According to Me'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-1516323871112761486</id><published>2007-11-30T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T16:16:05.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moustache Makes The Man Part 2 of 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, this is the rest of them. There aren't as many as the first installment, but they're just as good.  And like I mentioned before, this isn't about the best moustache, its about the man behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/tvcomedies/1/0/t/0/-/-/randy_johnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/tvcomedies/1/0/t/0/-/-/randy_johnson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Randy Johnson &amp;amp; Ned Flanders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets kill two birds with one stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're nearly 7 feet tall and ugly as sin, you might as well cover it with a moustache. And he has a pretty mean fastball. As for Ned, his wife died for christ's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/660/000023591/billydee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nndb.com/people/660/000023591/billydee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billy Dee Williams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wether he's entertaining a few ladie friends or blowing up the Death Star, it works everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisistheusfl.com/USFL/USFL%20kickoff%20programs/kickoff846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thisistheusfl.com/USFL/USFL%20kickoff%20programs/kickoff846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Larry Csonka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hulk Hogan is trying to fill this guys shoes? Good luck buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvseries.eduardomaio.net/series/macgyver/elenco/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tvseries.eduardomaio.net/series/macgyver/elenco/jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jack Dalton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America's favorite cab driver/pilot. MacGyver's right hand man. Got him through a lot of sticky situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infinitequest.net/king/Gent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.infinitequest.net/king/Gent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;King Diamond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moustache, take a look. What do you think of the house and the silvery moon? We are going to repaint the front door soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/url?q=http://www.petermayhew.com/133310__chewbacca_l.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNGpFGLx-jpiUlDOgFWLQTLnuSxwEw"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.google.com/url?q=http://www.petermayhew.com/133310__chewbacca_l.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNGpFGLx-jpiUlDOgFWLQTLnuSxwEw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chewie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep your distance, Chewie, but don't look like you're keeping your distance. I don't know – grow a moustache."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canadaswalkoffame.com/mediaroom/RobertGouletHR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.canadaswalkoffame.com/mediaroom/RobertGouletHR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert Goulet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Goulet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I end this with three men that I really can't find words to express how awesome they really are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://purgatorio1.com/wp-content/pics/FrankZappa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://purgatorio1.com/wp-content/pics/FrankZappa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Frank Zappa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestranger.com/lineout/files/2006/06/Metallica-CliffBurton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thestranger.com/lineout/files/2006/06/Metallica-CliffBurton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cliff Burton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://murdocklondon.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/freddie-mercury-gentry-style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://murdocklondon.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/freddie-mercury-gentry-style.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Freddie Mercury&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-1516323871112761486?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/1516323871112761486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=1516323871112761486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/1516323871112761486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/1516323871112761486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2007/11/moustache-makes-man-part-2-of-2.html' title='The Moustache Makes The Man Part 2 of 2'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-4917100580658945960</id><published>2007-11-30T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:55:59.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Moments in Amercan Film According To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.supernaturalcrime.com/Art/lone_wolf_mcquade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.supernaturalcrime.com/Art/lone_wolf_mcquade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Lone Wolf McQuade" is by far my favorite Chuck movie. I'm not gonna get into the "Chuck Norris Mythology" here. Quite frankly, its old. But, what I will get into is how awesome he is in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck portrays J.J. McQuade, a Texas ranger who plays by his own rules, a lone wolf. He also drives a Bronco that takes a pretty good beating and can pretty much drive through anything. His antagonist is Rawley Wilkes, played by David Carradine, who is the local crime lord. They both are in love with the same woman and Rawley will do whatever it takes to get rid of McQuade. He also kidnaps J.J.'s daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon finding out that Wilkes has acquired automatic weapons, McQuade takes it upon himself to take out the vile villain once and for all. And thats when my favorite part of the movie takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lengthy gun battle in which McQuade drives into the armed base of Mr. Wilkes, his new partner helplessy watches as J.J. and his truck are buried underneath about two tons of dirt. Rawley walks away laughing, finally ridding himself of this troublesome ranger...or so he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to J.J., beaten but not down, sitting up in the drivers seat. Any other man would have given up and accepted their eventual, slow death. Not McQuade. In a way of saying "Fuck you Rawley!", he cracks a fucking beer, pours a little over his face, and takes a sip. Ohh, but hes not done yet. After a near death that most men dream about, he fucking &lt;em&gt;drives&lt;/em&gt; through the fucking dirt! And afterwards has just enough strength to get one last shotgun round off before falling to the ground. His sidekick does his best to revive him, to which J.J. rolls over, opens his eyes, and whith a smile, asks for a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQkyi1_l6po&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-4917100580658945960?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/4917100580658945960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=4917100580658945960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/4917100580658945960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/4917100580658945960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-moments-in-amercan-film-according.html' title='Great Moments in Amercan Film According To Me'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-1998564778262191172</id><published>2007-11-27T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:15:39.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moustache Makes the Man Part 1 of 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truer words have never been said. Its the measure of a man. It takes a real man to walk around this cruel world with just a moustache and be able to look another person in the eyes without fear of ridicule. The following are some the best moustaches of our time. These men have held their heads high, through good times and bad, World Series losses and dinosaurs running off with their girlfriend. These men are the very definition of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Movies &amp;amp; TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmreference.com/images/sjff_03_img1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.filmreference.com/images/sjff_03_img1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dell Griffin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shower ring salesman extroidinaire. The real article. What you see is what you get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sitcomsonline.com/photos/hewett-bw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sitcomsonline.com/photos/hewett-bw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Belvedere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stains on the counter never mattered before my ass. That hairy upper lip is all business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funthingies.com/quotes/my-name-is-earl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.funthingies.com/quotes/my-name-is-earl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Earl Hickey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You thought Jason Lee was funny before? Try watching him with a moustache. I just recently watched this show, and its fucking hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Burt-Reynolds-Photograph-C12141661.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Burt-Reynolds-Photograph-C12141661.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Bandit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;East bound and down, loaded up and truckin', we're gonna do what they say can't be done. Like grow a moustache like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tomselleck.tv-website.com/images/pic_selleck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tomselleck.tv-website.com/images/pic_selleck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Magnum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing Magnum loved more than his car and the Detroit Tigers, and that was introducing the ladies to his french tickler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lazydork.com/movies/tombstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lazydork.com/movies/tombstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biehnteam.com/ABC%20of%20Biehn/ringo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.biehnteam.com/ABC%20of%20Biehn/ringo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theboxset.com/images/reviewcaptures/612capture_tombstone03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.theboxset.com/images/reviewcaptures/612capture_tombstone03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Collective Cast of Tombstone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Russell, Sam Elliott, Val Kilmer, Bill Paxton, Michael Biehn, Powers Boothe, and Jason Priestly. All in their natural, god given moustaches. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIDEO GAMES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6b/Von_Kaiser.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6b/Von_Kaiser.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Von Kaiser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a moustache like that can get away with wearing a pink robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/0/0b/200px-Mario_and_Luigi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/0/0b/200px-Mario_and_Luigi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mario Mario and Luigi Mario&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The original video game stache. Set the standard for plumbers everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/games/video_games/images/promoimages/d/dime/get_your_fresh_sequels_here/crops/metal_gear_solid_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mtv.com/games/video_games/images/promoimages/d/dime/get_your_fresh_sequels_here/crops/metal_gear_solid_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Solid&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Snake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if he wasn't bad ass enough, the addition of a hairy catepillar is the natural evolution of the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPORTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://slam.canoe.ca/Slam/Wrestling/2006/09/13/slaughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://slam.canoe.ca/Slam/Wrestling/2006/09/13/slaughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sgt. Slaughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real American Hero. &lt;/div&gt;On a side note, the name on his credit card is Sgt. Slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manolomen.com/images/Hulk%20Hogan%20in%20Speedo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://manolomen.com/images/Hulk%20Hogan%20in%20Speedo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hogan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do you think gave him the power to lift Andre over his head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leonwolf.com/images/sportsimages/bird_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.leonwolf.com/images/sportsimages/bird_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Bird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Short shorts and a moustache, whats not to love ladies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weblogs.elearning.ubc.ca/leftcoastleaner/archives/WiltChamberlain100.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://weblogs.elearning.ubc.ca/leftcoastleaner/archives/WiltChamberlain100.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wilt Chamberlain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he is, celebrating his record breaking 100th moustache ride in one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.mnginteractive.com/media/paper36/Eck0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.mnginteractive.com/media/paper36/Eck0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Eck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may have let up one of the best home runs in baseball history, but he still has a better mush than that gimpy son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y190/bbbbblog/fingers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rollie Fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Don-Mattingly-Wade-Boggs-Photofile-Photograph-C11794150.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Don-Mattingly-Wade-Boggs-Photofile-Photograph-C11794150.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Don Mattingly &amp;amp; Wade Boggs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are, in all their splendor. The best moustachioed players in the game. One is married to Kim Sexton and the other is married to sex. Both have been on the Simpsons and Wade has made an appearence on Cheers. Seriously, they can do know wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-1998564778262191172?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/1998564778262191172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=1998564778262191172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/1998564778262191172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/1998564778262191172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2007/11/moustache-makes-man-part-1-of-2.html' title='The Moustache Makes the Man Part 1 of 2'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-8878644019810951924</id><published>2007-11-23T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T11:50:58.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Games That I Used to Think Were Awesome But Have Come to Realize That They Are Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.coolrom.com/screenshots/genesis/Boogerman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.coolrom.com/screenshots/genesis/Boogerman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, Boogerman. It had everything a 12 year old needed: a guy in a superhero costume that burped, farted, and flicked boogers at his enemies. It was a game I would rent on a weekly basis, needless to say, I loved it. So, I decided to see if it holds up to my pre-teen memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't. Its pretty fucking bad. What makes it worse, is that it was made by Interplay, who made some great games back then. I'm not even gonna get into reasons, its not worth it. The game just sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-8878644019810951924?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/8878644019810951924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=8878644019810951924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/8878644019810951924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/8878644019810951924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2007/11/games-that-i-used-to-think-were-awesome.html' title='Games That I Used to Think Were Awesome But Have Come to Realize That They Are Not'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-4883922634105705525</id><published>2007-11-21T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:20:10.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Moments in Awesome Video Games' Awesome History part 1: EARTHWORM JIM 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ui11.gamespot.com/842/earthwormjim3_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ui11.gamespot.com/842/earthwormjim3_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember "Earthworm Jim"? I do, very fondly actually. I was a big fan back in the day. There were many things to love about the games. First off, you play as a talking worm with eyes. Second, you play as a talking worm with eyes stuck in a robotic muscle suit. Third, you play as a talking worm with eyes stuck in a robotic muscle suit that fights a talking crow in a robotic fat suit. Whats not to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/thumb/d/d3/Psycrow1.jpg/180px-Psycrow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/thumb/d/d3/Psycrow1.jpg/180px-Psycrow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my favorite moments of Earthworm Jim takes place in the second game, in a level called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v443/-FRY-/EWJ/vp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v443/-FRY-/EWJ/vp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the "Villi People" stage, you play as a talking worm with eyes stuck in a robotic muscle suit wearing a blind cave salamander suit. While in this suit you are floating through villi-filled intestines that make up the walls of your enemies summer home. Need I explain more? Yes. This summer home also has pinball bumpers to help you along, or hinder your progress if they happen to bounce you into the life sucking villi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/rcm_ca/ewjsite/two/villi1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/rcm_ca/ewjsite/two/villi1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; AND WATCH OUT FOR THE FLOATING SHEEP, THEY EXPLODE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And just when you think this level can't get any better, you get this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/rcm_ca/ewjsite/two/villi3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/rcm_ca/ewjsite/two/villi3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right, instead of a boss, Earthworm Jim in a Blind Cave Salamander suit stars in a game show. It doesn't get much better than that kids. &lt;p align="left"&gt;So there it is, part 1 of a series I intend to keep going for a long time. I might even do a full feature on EWJ 2 once I finish it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-4883922634105705525?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/4883922634105705525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=4883922634105705525' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/4883922634105705525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/4883922634105705525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2007/11/awesome-moments-in-awesome-video-games.html' title='Awesome Moments in Awesome Video Games&apos; Awesome History part 1: EARTHWORM JIM 2'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-7509487243314467932</id><published>2007-10-16T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:40:18.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Mario and Last Battle</title><content type='html'>The Rockies are in the World Series and the Sox can't beat the fucking Indians. I think that speaks for itself, so onto better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.consoleclassix.com/info_img/Dr._Mario_NES_ScreenShot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.consoleclassix.com/info_img/Dr._Mario_NES_ScreenShot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shippa and myself re-discovered Dr. Mario recently. Played almost all weekend, including a five hour block of it on Saturday. Its pretty much taken over Kevin's life. Brendan eventually got in on it, and although we aint that bad at it, Brendan's been tearing us apart. He's basically gone undefeated since Saturday. Fuck him. But, while not playing, Kevin's been dreaming about little colored pills and I've been playing Last Battle.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Battle is a game I used to play when I was younger, probably around 7 or 8 years old. A friend of mine owned it, so I didn't play it too often, hence I didn't remember too much from it. I've been trying to track it down for the last couple of years, and the only thing I could remember from it was that the main character's shirt would mysticly tear away whenever he powered up and upon dying, he would fall to his knees. That being my only knowledge of the game, it basiclly rendered my search to the likes of Al Bundy looking for "his song". I really had no fucking clue what the name of the game was. Or even if I liked it or not. I had pretty given up on the search. Then Jiffy came into my life. He gave me a Dreamcast disc full of Sega Genesis games, and my search was reborn. After a few days of looking through various titles, I finally came across:&lt;a href="http://www.consoleclassix.com/info_img/Last_Battle_GEN_ScreenShot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.consoleclassix.com/info_img/Last_Battle_GEN_ScreenShot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I wish I hadn't. Goddamnit this game sucks. Between the migraine inducing story and the horrendous gameplay, it's easily one of the worst gamesI have ever played. And its impossible to get through the first level. Yet, I play it every chance I get. Just to spite it I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a couple of weeks of putting myself through the torture of playing this game, I did a little research to find some cheats or anything that would get me through the first level. I found nothing helpful, but did come across some interesting facts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its a port of "Fist of the Northstar", which is a pretty awesome and popular anime and manga over in Japan and is a great candidate for a video game, but got lost in translation over here and became the peice of shit I've been obsessed with over the last month or two. Then I find out that they got rid of the blood, which at least made it a little interesting. And since the license for the franchise was never obtained, the story and names were changed, but thats no excuse for the dialogue that was written. All in all, the game is a piece of shit, with no redeeming value whatsoever, but for some god awful reason, I will keep playing it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll leave you with some quality screenshots for your enjoyment:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       In Japan their head would explode with every punch.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      Here, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/ec/Last_Battle_comparison.gif/200px-Last_Battle_comparison.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/ec/Last_Battle_comparison.gif/200px-Last_Battle_comparison.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           Rooms full of mysterious flying axes? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/ec/Last_Battle_comparison.gif/200px-Last_Battle_comparison.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i.somethingawful.com/mjolnir/images/jed~battle-axes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            That's the only dialogue between the two of them. And its only the first of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.djpretzel.com/blog/wp-content/files/Image/mvt3k/last3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.djpretzel.com/blog/wp-content/files/Image/mvt3k/last3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Even the box art sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamestation.co.uk/images/products/lastbattle186545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gamestation.co.uk/images/products/lastbattle186545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-7509487243314467932?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/7509487243314467932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=7509487243314467932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/7509487243314467932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/7509487243314467932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2007/10/dr-mario-and-last-battle.html' title='Dr. Mario and Last Battle'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504646019905847911.post-4834330008629318221</id><published>2007-10-15T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:16:47.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend(transfered)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first blog. Bored at work, but I don't feel like playing video games, so I'll try my hand at this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just had an unexpected long weekend. I had taken Friday off to go to a wedding and had no idea that it was Columbus Day weekend until about a week before, and continued to forget until the Thursday before. I decided to to kick the weekend off with some drinking, but hopefully not at a bar, as I have come to find them incredibly depressing over the years. So, I decide to go through my (shrinking)list of friends to find someone who would want to waste their Thursday night getting drunk with me. I remember that &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tackleboxx" target="_self"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; usually has Fridays off and send the fiery piece of shit a text, but like most things in my life, it goes sour. He actually has to work the next day, but being the champ that he is, he eres on the side if who gives a fuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a hard day of work(playing SNES and watching Clerks), I saunter over to the Neal residence. I stop by the store to pick up some cocktails and run into &lt;a href="http://beakwilder.blogspot.com/" target="_self"&gt;Beakey&lt;/a&gt;, who decides he wants to start a rumor that Jim is a rapist. While we both have a good laugh over this, in hindsight, it is probably a bad idea. Only time will tell. I get to the house and crack open a Coors while he shows me some cool and useless shit that &lt;a href="http://www.hookermedia.com/blog/" target="_self"&gt;Hooker&lt;/a&gt; left him during his sabbatical to the home of Mugsy Bogues and Grand Mama. It was mostly shit only the two of us would find amusing so I'll spare you the re-cap, but one worth mentioning was a two-inch tall figure of the McDonald's Moon Man. I don't why, but I get all giddy when I see that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quantumfire.net/nohohon/images/100_0210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we make our way the booze emporium to trade in some bottles and cans so he can fund his drinking for the night. Back to his place. We settle on the couch for some Simpsons, opting for "Homer at the Bat". Easily in my Top 5 Simpsons episodes. Between Wade Boggs and Barney arguing who the greatest P.M. of Britain and picturing Roger Clemens in a sound booth clucking into a microphone, the episode is pure gold. So after a few more episodes and a handful of sasparillas we call it a night. He's gotta be up in 5 hours and I've got a weekend of weddings and drinking to start. I head home, drink another cocktail, and pass out watching Sportscenter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to the present. Work was unusally busy today, so I couldn't get to the whole weekend. I'm gonna break down the days into parts starting tomorrow. Unless, of course, this blog goes over like a fart in church, it will be the last.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504646019905847911-4834330008629318221?l=moransollamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/feeds/4834330008629318221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504646019905847911&amp;postID=4834330008629318221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/4834330008629318221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504646019905847911/posts/default/4834330008629318221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moransollamas.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-weekendtransfered.html' title='Long Weekend(transfered)'/><author><name>Moran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697067121619357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
