6.09.2006
Round 4 Match 1: Potpourri Division
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Battle of the Big Men!
It's a true heavyweight battle in the Potpourri Semis, as the "New York Giant" Mr Stay Puft launches himself full force against the "All-Star Pitcher" Kool Aid Man.
Will Stay-Puft's absorbent powers engulf the fluid dynamics of Kool Aid? Or will the big bad fluff be drowned in a sea of multi-coloured goodness? Their fate is in your hands! Vote now or forever hold your peace!
# posted on Friday, June 09, 2006
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It seems to me that all votes are wasted. We can all say Kool-Aid man (which I am in an attempt again to knock off other's finalists), but Stay Puft will win anyway. Stop the world, I want to get off...
Keep the faith, Crappy one
[btw - please tell me if my use of variations on your login are becoming unpleasant - I can stop]
[btw - please tell me if my use of variations on your login are becoming unpleasant - I can stop]
marshmallows = s'mores, rice krispie squares, camping. kool-aid man only makes a drink... not very versatile.
Just??
:)
Staypuft may not end up being the most ironically cool icon of all time, but he definitely beats out the guy who bursts through walls as the "cool" guy.
I think KoolAid man on a t-shirt would have a "blah" effect, but people would see Staypuft and those in the know would think "Hey! Stayput! Cool."
:)
Staypuft may not end up being the most ironically cool icon of all time, but he definitely beats out the guy who bursts through walls as the "cool" guy.
I think KoolAid man on a t-shirt would have a "blah" effect, but people would see Staypuft and those in the know would think "Hey! Stayput! Cool."
This seems like a slam dunk for Kool Aid Man.
I guess I should be happy about that because yes, I once voted (I want to say passionately but really I waxed a little weird on him) and maybe if he was up against someone else I would...but against HIM? Against a character that has appeared only once in a movie and is not in fact a "real" merchandise shill?
Let's get this straight. You want to vote for an over-used, tired and degenerate libation for suicidal cults, you want to help sell more Kool Aid by advertising him on a t-shirt. You want that because he was mentioned on a TV show by someone who couldn't reach a little deeper for something classier? You sure that same person wouldn't shake his or her head at you now?
Do what you want. Do what you need to do. Do this, do that. I don't care. But my golly...my gosh...do I want to be inspired today.
Hmmm. What am I feeling? What is it that I want? Do I want a bolder, clearer signal? And this shouldn't be a question. Why am I hesitating?
Fuck. Fuck armies oppressing people, fuck gas engines and people who drop their cigarettes out of their car windows because they don't give a flying fuck. Fuck advertising and fuck the people who work in ad agencies who get paid too much money to make other people feel small and use fear and gimicks to make people want things they don't need. Fuck pretty girl magazines that's made every girlfriend and wife I've ever had hate their bodies. Fuck the drives people have to take to get to work. Fuck the stupid 407 toll gizmo that I have to hold up to the ceiling of my car while I'm driving so it actually works. Fuck the idiot in the GIANT V8 SUV this morning that swerved in and out of traffic at 180 km/h (Stay Puft Man -- you go sit on his car!). Fuck my neighbour who yells at my dogs for being dogs and barking but then plays country music for the neighbourhood to hear and gets drunk on beer and swears all the time. Fuck acid rain and gutless politicians who don't inspire us. Fuck melting poles and wasted moments we could have been great and hugged someone who was crying (who cares if they were strangers?!). Fuck the bad movies that I keep being exposed to. Fuck stupid idiotic trailers that give you the whole movie and show you all the good scenes. Fuck scientists for not all getting together and instead of patenting the future, work on saving the people we love TODAY (I know, that's simplistic but fuck you!). Fuck the excuses I make and the money I spend. Fuck lineups in banks and those stupid networks for selling shit 24 hours a day. Fuck credit cards and poverty and slimey car salesmen and stupidity and laziness and wasted youth. Fuck the pain in my back and my eyes that need reading glasses. Fuck the religions that allow themselves to be used as platforms for war. Fuck the little idiots working together to blow shit up and think they'll get laid when they're dead. Fuck the other idiots more so because they killed the sons, daughters, mothers and dads and made martyrs where there didn't need to be any. Fuck the polluting air, the rising sea levels. Fuck the fleets of ships and the drag nets that are slowly killing our oceans. Fuck people for wanting to explore the ocean depths (leave something alone!). Fuck tomorrow, let's live today. Fuck space walks and visits to Mars (we live in a cess pool, why aren't we FIXING something?). Fuck Home Depot that decided to cut the pay to their employees so its only $250 per person for "profit sharing" but then each year grants their CEO millions of dollars in bonuses. Fuck the CEOs that think they deserve their salaries. Fuck the actors for wanting fame but then bitch about what a hassle (give me $20 million, let me see if I can live with that).
Well...I know I could go on. I know it's not just the long nights. Its injustice. So go ahead. Do whatever you want.
I picked Stay Puft as my Captain because he isn't part of all that shit. He's just something that made me laugh and hasn't been coopted yet to fuck me over.
I guess I should be happy about that because yes, I once voted (I want to say passionately but really I waxed a little weird on him) and maybe if he was up against someone else I would...but against HIM? Against a character that has appeared only once in a movie and is not in fact a "real" merchandise shill?
Let's get this straight. You want to vote for an over-used, tired and degenerate libation for suicidal cults, you want to help sell more Kool Aid by advertising him on a t-shirt. You want that because he was mentioned on a TV show by someone who couldn't reach a little deeper for something classier? You sure that same person wouldn't shake his or her head at you now?
Do what you want. Do what you need to do. Do this, do that. I don't care. But my golly...my gosh...do I want to be inspired today.
Hmmm. What am I feeling? What is it that I want? Do I want a bolder, clearer signal? And this shouldn't be a question. Why am I hesitating?
Fuck. Fuck armies oppressing people, fuck gas engines and people who drop their cigarettes out of their car windows because they don't give a flying fuck. Fuck advertising and fuck the people who work in ad agencies who get paid too much money to make other people feel small and use fear and gimicks to make people want things they don't need. Fuck pretty girl magazines that's made every girlfriend and wife I've ever had hate their bodies. Fuck the drives people have to take to get to work. Fuck the stupid 407 toll gizmo that I have to hold up to the ceiling of my car while I'm driving so it actually works. Fuck the idiot in the GIANT V8 SUV this morning that swerved in and out of traffic at 180 km/h (Stay Puft Man -- you go sit on his car!). Fuck my neighbour who yells at my dogs for being dogs and barking but then plays country music for the neighbourhood to hear and gets drunk on beer and swears all the time. Fuck acid rain and gutless politicians who don't inspire us. Fuck melting poles and wasted moments we could have been great and hugged someone who was crying (who cares if they were strangers?!). Fuck the bad movies that I keep being exposed to. Fuck stupid idiotic trailers that give you the whole movie and show you all the good scenes. Fuck scientists for not all getting together and instead of patenting the future, work on saving the people we love TODAY (I know, that's simplistic but fuck you!). Fuck the excuses I make and the money I spend. Fuck lineups in banks and those stupid networks for selling shit 24 hours a day. Fuck credit cards and poverty and slimey car salesmen and stupidity and laziness and wasted youth. Fuck the pain in my back and my eyes that need reading glasses. Fuck the religions that allow themselves to be used as platforms for war. Fuck the little idiots working together to blow shit up and think they'll get laid when they're dead. Fuck the other idiots more so because they killed the sons, daughters, mothers and dads and made martyrs where there didn't need to be any. Fuck the polluting air, the rising sea levels. Fuck the fleets of ships and the drag nets that are slowly killing our oceans. Fuck people for wanting to explore the ocean depths (leave something alone!). Fuck tomorrow, let's live today. Fuck space walks and visits to Mars (we live in a cess pool, why aren't we FIXING something?). Fuck Home Depot that decided to cut the pay to their employees so its only $250 per person for "profit sharing" but then each year grants their CEO millions of dollars in bonuses. Fuck the CEOs that think they deserve their salaries. Fuck the actors for wanting fame but then bitch about what a hassle (give me $20 million, let me see if I can live with that).
Well...I know I could go on. I know it's not just the long nights. Its injustice. So go ahead. Do whatever you want.
I picked Stay Puft as my Captain because he isn't part of all that shit. He's just something that made me laugh and hasn't been coopted yet to fuck me over.
I have to go with Stay-puft... I mean, come on, he's a marshmellow man... it doesn't get any cooler than that!
Have you ever put a marshmallow in your hot chocolate?? It gets bigger and tastier.... I can only assume that Staypuff would some how absorb the kool-aid mans powers and become a super puff.... so there’s my two cents.
I'm intrigued by how Stay Puft has stayed this puffed for so long in this exercise of irony.
Even though I once drank 2L of Kool-Aid at one sitting (mind you, it was a residence student government meeting), and love "Oh Yeah!"-ing as much as the next guy, I don't think Kool-Aid Man needs my help. His legacy of kool lives on in Duffman.
So, a vote for Stay Puft, (I never thought I would), because of his ironic, ghost-busted birth. What could be more innocent, sweet and harmless as a marshmallow man?
And I think barrie ice needs a hug.
Even though I once drank 2L of Kool-Aid at one sitting (mind you, it was a residence student government meeting), and love "Oh Yeah!"-ing as much as the next guy, I don't think Kool-Aid Man needs my help. His legacy of kool lives on in Duffman.
So, a vote for Stay Puft, (I never thought I would), because of his ironic, ghost-busted birth. What could be more innocent, sweet and harmless as a marshmallow man?
And I think barrie ice needs a hug.
This Mr. Stay Puft is okay. He's a sailor, he's in New York. We get this guy laid, we won't have any trouble.
I vote Stay Puft and am careful not to cross the streams.
I vote Stay Puft and am careful not to cross the streams.
Okay. By my count (and not counting my own second vote for Kool-Aid man which I did using the "other" button to remind my staff how to vote, the score here is either 13-10 or 12-11 in favour of Kool-Aid man depending on how you interpret excalibur.
Last week I wasted lots of computer time trying to swing the vote. This week I have had the kids limit themselves (using the same computer) to this one contest to see if their votes will actually be counted.
We (actually just me) will be disappointed if we are over-ruled again.
VIVA DEMOCRACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Last week I wasted lots of computer time trying to swing the vote. This week I have had the kids limit themselves (using the same computer) to this one contest to see if their votes will actually be counted.
We (actually just me) will be disappointed if we are over-ruled again.
VIVA DEMOCRACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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