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PCP 2.0

-TD

Yeah, I’m done with the blog.  This is post #140, and while I’d love to be at #150 or even higher, the urge to post has left.  Call it “growing older”, but time has been at a premium recently: the holidays coming up, the declawing of both of our cats (little bloody pawprints are fucking sad), not to mention work-related shit and general apathy.  The work behind posting reviews has become tiresome (HTML/CSS coding are a bitch) and I generally dread throwing something together simply to get something online for you all to possibly read.

So, I’m hanging up my hat on Pop Culture Panopticon.  Unlike my previous blog, I probably won’t go all out and scorched earth policy this bitch.  I’ll leave it up, in case I get the urge to write or something down the line.  More than likely not, though.  I’m debating lending my review-writing “skills” to more music/review-oriented blogs, but we’ll see if that happens or not.

On the positive side, since only close friends read this thing anyway, we won’t be losing touch.  You’ll just be forced to actually email or (gasp) CALL to keep up-to-date.  HFB-D’s got some grand plan to get knocked up next year, so you’ve got that to look forward to.  I hope she chooses a nice guy to actually impregnate her.  I don’t know nuthin’ bout’ birthin’ no babies!

To my co-conspirators: Much appreciation for what you gave to the blog.  I know dre222’s still got No Disintegrations for blogging purposes, but the world will be a lonelier place without Trent Steel’s epic drunken sex-filled adventures.  Keep me updated.

To everyone else (all five of you): Thanks for being semi-loyal and humoring my delusions of internet grandeur.  As selfish and egotistical as a blog ultimately is, I really was only trying to spread the word on good bands/movies/games while telling the occasional story, all in the hopes of entertaining you.

-Trevor Danger-

I’m about 20 hours into Fallout 3, so updates will be slim to none.  The game is engrossing as all hell, and the perfect escape when I’m feeling violent (you can kill pretty much anything!).

Speaking of which, I’m going to try and post some cool videos every Friday, so there’s at least SOMETHING to see.  I haven’t figured out if I’m going to keep the site going post-2008, though, so don’t get your hopes up.

Today’s video?  Drunk dudes fighting.  Classic.

Besides the great writing, acting, and mythology, Supernatural delivers comedy at its best. This bonus clip from the episode “Yellow Fever” shows exactly why Supernatural is one of the best shows on TV right now. This kind of humor is interspersed throughout every episode, which helps make the show so much more than a genre favorite. This clip also demonstrates why I think Jensen Ackles is the perfect pick to play Pregremlin in a movie.

Maybe we’re NOT a nation of backwards-ass racist hillbillies after all!

Click the pic to see the hi-res version at Patrick Mosberg’s site.

I’m still going to take a hiatus, as I’m burned out.  Usually happens around wintertime.  Probably Seasonal Affective Disorder or something.  Who knows.  Regardless, if Trent and/or dre222 don’t pick up the slack, this site will be pretty dead for awhile.  I’m hoping to get recharged for year-end Best Of lists, but maybe this will be the end of another of my blogs (RIP H8FUELED).  We’ll see.

Today’s the day (unless you voted early or mailed your vote in).  Once again, America will choose a leader based on a popularity contest between two mediocre candidates.

My kingdom for a third party given matching resources like the Dems/GOP for campaigning.  Hopefully in my lifetime I’ll see this.

For those of you who have somehow lived under a rock or managed to avoid the entire bloody campaign, I present a link that catches you up before you hit the polls:

This Fucking Election

Will your vote ultimately make a difference?  Probably not by itself.

With enough other like-minded voters?  Probably still won’t make a difference thanks to our flawed Electoral College system.

Still, voting lets you bitch for four years if the other guy wins.  Yay democracy!

I’ll return to semi-normal posting once the dust clears.  Promise honest.

Wow.  Just… wow.  This is Trent Steel’s current residence (and he’s tied to these fucking yahoos in location ONLY).  It amazes me, the level of ignorance in this country.

Really, really disappointing.  Another reason why I hate the current state of politics.

Every now and then, Trent emails me about his day-to-day struggles as a single man in a backwards-ass town.  “Correspondence Of Steel” is where I post them for you all to enjoy:

Dude!!!

Went to a Halloween party on Saturday, good times, it was like every girl there was trying to out-tramp one another.

So, I’m dressed as a depressed stock broker; didn’t shave all week, shirt half untucked with a loose tie and a noose around my neck.  Good costume in my opinion, but it was a little too thought-provoking for the crowd so I had to explain it to everyone (despite the copy of the Wall Street Journal CLEARLY sticking out of my back pocket).

Anyway, the night is winding down and I’m standing at the bar (at this point loaded enough not to care but still able to remember stuff) and this girl dressed in a Twister mat walks up to me.

TWISTER GIRL: What are you dressed as?
ME: I’m a depressed stock broker (I proceed to explain)
TG: Oh, that’s cool.  What a neat idea.
ME: Thank you.  [SMALL TALK] Did you have a good time tonight?
TG: Yeah, but my friends cock-blocked me.
ME: … What?
TG: I was trying to get laid but my friends wouldn’t let me leave with [SOME DUDE].  I’m bummed.  Girl’s just trying to get some action!
ME: Hmmm… Well, for what it’s worth, I would totally have sex with you.  You’re cute and I’m all for no commitment sex with strangers.
TG: Oh, um, thanks.  I’ll be home again next weekend…
ME: Well, that’s all well and good but next weekend isn’t going to get either of us laid tonight.  My friends and I are about to head to The Club, would you like to join us?  We could totally have some sex later!
TG: Oh, I can’t.  My friends won’t let me go.
ME: OK, well I’m leaving.  It was nice to meet you.

And then I just walk away, only to awkwardly stand around for 10 minutes while my dumbass friends get their shit in gear.

Good times, dude, good times.

The guy’s been gone for too damn long.  Thank god he’s here to put this political bullshit in its place.

The action starts at 45 seconds in, but if you hadn’t heard Palin’s “um, uh” responses to Katie Couric’s “hard-hitting” questions at the beginning… watch the whole thing and cringe:

Only two weeks or so to go, and I’m already overwhelmed by these political attack ads.  It’s only going to get worse, so I thought I’d post proof of how fucking ridiculous they really are.  God bless Mr. Show:

I’ll probably be taking a little break until after this shit dies down.  The outcome will decide my level of spite for the next four years, so vote wisely!

-TD