Friday, October 23, 2009

Determination

When the inspiration comes it brings friends, and those friends bring their friends, and then those friends bring more friends who steal all your stuff. Today Inspiration decided to punch Cousin in the face with creativity and then kick him in the balls with a big boot made out of determination. Cousin's second opus of the day, considering the program used to create it, is a masterpiece. The line quality is exquisite. The flow is fluid and exciting. The coloration is rich and bursting with flavor. If the old masters could have witnessed this piece they may have given up their folly efforts knowing that true perfection had already been achieved:


Glorious!

Justice

My friend Ermaq works as a cop when he is not busy romancing the ladies. He sent me a picture of a recent meth lab bust that he did...I decided to tweak the photo a bit to show the world exactly what was going on in his head during the bust. If you do not understand what is happening then too bad for you.




Inspiration

When inspiration strikes you simply must not hold it back, as demonstrated by Cousin's latest opus using the Paint tool:




Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Poor Pluto...

Here is an example of how a simple sand volleyball invite can turn into something much, much more interesting:




Wise J 10/7/2009 10:23 AM

I’ve only got 3 v 3. I’m hesitant to ask anyone else at this point because it will disrupt the balance. If everyone shows we should have some great games.


Tall J 10/7/2009 10:53 AM

Great games? Red Sox vs Yankees 2004 AL championship was a great game. Super Bowl XXII was a great game (So what, I'm a niners fan). Bulls vs. Pistons Game 6 of the 1992 NBA Playoffs was a great game. ...But those games will pale in comparison to the intensity, drunkeness, and bloodshed that I am predicting on the sand tonight! Somebody call ESPN!


Wise J 10/7/2009 11:00 AM

Excuse me… I believe Boston won that series. Therefore it definitely does not qualify as a "great game". Nor was it even mediocre. In fact, I would classify it as down-right dismal.


Tall J 10/7/2009 11:09 AM

I'm pretty sure that championship series was one of the greatest moments in baseball history...too bad your boys had to be on the losing end of it HAHAHAHahahahahaha ahaha haa ahhhhhhhhh.


Wise J 10/7/2009 11:25 AM

That’s because you lack the ‘wisdom’ that I have acquired in direct proportion to the receding of my hairline/advancing age. On the surface you could make the observation that the play was stellar, it was a compelling under-dog story, it was the height of competition in that it went a full seven games and the winning team battled back for 3 games to none, and finally you could even conclude that in all likelihood the better team won in the end….

But it involved Boston and they suck.

So, everything cool that could have happened, didn’t. The "stellar" play becomes "lucky". The under-dog story becomes a tawdry novel about a group of cheaters swindling victory from well deserved defeat. And what should have been an insurmountable 3 game to none lead in the division series get eradicated by an un-just deity who so exhausted by the incessant whines of an entire city that he punished the righteous and removed them from their rightful place on baseball’s throne.

Now you can see how my ‘wisdom’ allows me to reveal to you your error and show you that this in no way imaginable can be construed as one of the greatest moments in sports history…

Although the "J" team comeback last week should get some consideration.


Tall J 10/7/2009 12:23 PM

Your argument is indeed compelling, but you forgot one crucial piece of the equation...I am a Cubs fan. We have an uncanny bullshit detector, emotional grit that could repel a direct nuclear blast, and livers crafted of pure lightning by the God of Thunder Zeus himself.

I understand that you probably were an inch away from having an aneurysm while trying to cope with the tragedy of losing so memorably to a mere wild card team, on national television, and on your own turf. The deafening sigh of defeat uttered simultaneously by every Yankee fan on earth on Oct 20, 2004 actually created an intense cosmic wind shear that tore across our solar system like a David Ortiz homerun ball hit off of then Yankee starting pitcher Kevin Brown. When this wind shear collided with Pluto it actually severed the planet in two, leaving mostly debris and chaos in its wake. On August 24, 2006 the IAU actually declared that Pluto was no longer a planet.

WTF?!?!?! Thank you Yankee fans! Your sobs and gasps actually managed to destroy an entire fricking planet! History and science will never be the same. BUT, I think when the future generations look back and see what has happened and how it was done, they will gladly accept the fate of poor Pluto in exchange for the felling of one of the most vile, depraved, voyeuristic, and corrupt empires since the beginning of known history...the New York Yankees.

I win.