Showing posts with label bag of dust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bag of dust. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

This Week In Hip Hop Awfulness

And now, this month's worst and/or least explained hip hop mix tape covers:


Nice job, Bigga Rankin and DJ Frank White. By "subverting" the imagery of white power and Nazism, you've inadvertently made it look like you're standing in a garage with the motor on, trying to reach the garage door opener.


Chris Brown: album cover designer.


Not sure if those jet-powered missiles are from the 1940's. I'm actually surprised no one added any "hip hop" elements like a Kangol hat or bottle of Dirty Sprite in Kong's hand. Missed opportunities.


Yeah, that's what I want to do with a Mercedes. Park it across three parking spaces in front of a Citgo like an asshole. Also, it's night time, assholes. Lose the shades.


When someone comes up from behind you and smashes a gigantic light bulb over your face, just keep your cool and tell them that compact fluorescent bulbs save a lot more energy. Take the high road.


No change needed.


Kendrick Lamar demonstrates the danger of having too much gold in your grill: you end up vomiting the molten precious metal all over your new keffiyah scarf.


Vast Aire spared no expense for his album cover. He got the "best of the best"airbrush t-shirt artist to render his likeness on a vintage photo of 1960's New York City.


When Joe Budden runs out of deli flyers to pass out on the sidewalk, he just "hangs tough" and does the rosary in the middle of the street.


An awful cover based on an even more awful movie directed by M. Night Shyamalan. It's like Big Kurt is daring us to even listen to it. Nope!


Joker Too Cold breaks and enters an antique dealer's apartment and attempts to rob the tenant of four floral hat boxes and a medicine bag full of expired liniments.


See, Tony Mars is just like Don Draper, except he's unkempt, is tatted out and is not so drunk that he vomits in his wife's new oven. U Mad Man?

I'm going to just assume that Barack Obama really did tweet about #TrapStarzMusic in between fighting sequester budget cuts and overhauling the immigration system.


I honestly don't know where to start here. Is this really a hip hop album or one of those prop CD covers they use on sitcom bookshelves? Jesus.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Hey, Bagster


Yeah, I'm talking to you, asshole.

I see you doing your construction project or whatever, but instead of a solid, REAL dumpster, you decided to try out a Bagster, which apparently is a giant tote bag that you can have the garbage man skip by and carry away like a basket of eggs.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Bags are for groceries. Bags are for holding baguettes from the bakery. Bags are for carrying bedazzled Twilight t-shirts from Hot Topic. BAGS ARE NOT FOR CONSTRUCTION.

Oh, but you say the Bagster is made from a strong polyurethane weave to withstand up to a ton of building refuse? But what about sharp objects, dipshit? You don't think a steel dowel isn't going to puncture the hell out of the side of your Bagster, leaving all your trash to leak out into the street?

Fucking asshole. You're making the neighborhood look like an Easter Egg hunt with that bullshit in your front yard. You're killing me.

Bagster. Get that dainty shit out of my sight. Dig a goddamned hole in your yard and throw garbage in there like a real man.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Overbagged!

Spotted at Madison Square Garden, a woman carrying everything she's ever owned lumbers along for the train.


Monday, June 22, 2009

A New EADJ Monday Segment: The Confused NYC Tourists


Pekka: Helmi!

Helmi: What, Pekka?

Pekka: Can you see what I see?

Helmi: There is so much to see in New York the City. Which thing are you seeing?

Pekka: Agreed, there is an explosion of visual delights in this marvelous city. But I was specifying the looking at the one thing on the "side-walk" there.

Helmi: Ø Mein Göten!

Pekka: I know, right?

Helmi: Ø the wonders of mankind! New York the City is like a display of man's finest achievements!

Pekka: I am glad that I brought the photo-camera with us to United States for recording these marvels.

Helmi: Well, don't just stand there, take a photograph of the strange thing!

Pekka: I am still lost in wonder. Is it even real? How did it find its way there? Who helped it become that way? It is so high. perhaps it is a tall farmer's duty? So many questions.

Helmi: No time to wonder! Photograph the thing so we can show our relatives! We can discuss later, there is no time! PHOTOGRAPH IT!!!!

* click *

Thursday, May 8, 2008

From Dust To Dawn


(pictured above, a homophobic clean freak delivers some vigilante justice)

Monday, April 28, 2008

An EADJ Crapcade Review: Power Games System, Part 2 of 3


(EDITOR'S NOTE: This second Crapcade review of the Power Games System is by Tom Weingard)

Aside from morbid curiosity aroused by the laughable packaging, I wasn’t exactly thrilled to play Power Games. David actually gave it to me to play before he got a chance to break it out himself, and I took so long to play it that he took it back, played it, and then gave it back to me. His assessment was that Power Games is an assortment of Nintendo rip-offs, which I thought meant games like Super Maggio Bros and Tecman Bowl. The hilarity of playing Castlemania still wasn’t enough to motivate me to play it, however, and it continued to sit in my office for another 2 weeks. Nevertheless, last night at 2PM, feeling guilty about keeping it for so long, I plugged it in my bedroom CRT and gave it a whirl. And the disappointment did not disappoint.

I opened the package and saw a variety of gadgets, my favorite of which was the penguin console with glowing eyes. I only realized it was the console when I saw that the only cartridge fit in the penguin’s back like a spine. Wonderfully random. The two controllers, which are needlessly different from one another, felt like hollow plastic shells, as if they were made larger than their internal components to feel more grandiose and hi-tech. Setup was pretty easy after that, as it took me longer to figure out how to change the input signal on my tv than get the games started.

The menu of games is just a text list on a black screen with all the games you can play. The first selection I saw was “Contra II.” Not so bad, as the Contra franchise has always been enjoyable. Upon remembering David say they were hack games, I was presently surprised to discover it was the actual Super Contra game for Nintendo, albeit with a title screen that said “Super Dung Wak He Do” or some such Japanese nonsense written over the word ‘Contra’. I played the first couple boards and was like cool, the real game! So far so good, even with the clunky controller and the annoying need to point the infrared signal at the penguin to make the controller work.

The next game down the list that caught my eye was “Tecmo Bowl.” One of my top 5 faves of all time—hard for anyone to screw up, I thought. I pressed the button and viola! “Dynamite Bowl” pops up on the screen. Just a clever twist on Tecmo football, right? No! It was an actual bowling game! Tecmo Bowl was a bowling game called Dynamite Bowl! I didn’t know whether to laugh or…actually I didn’t want to expend that much energy caring. So I hit the reset button.

I continued scrolling through the titles all the while wanting to go to bed, because I figured I’d give it the complete college try. To be honest, I had more fun reading the names of the games than I did playing them. Among the nuggets of gold you can find on Power Games: DONGkey Kong 1 (aside from being about an ape’s purple-headed yogurt slinger, why note that it’s the first in the series?), Milk Nuts (won’t even try to explain), some Japanese title where the object of the game is to jump up stairs and bash your head against bricks, and Ninja Guider. The only two games I had some fun with were “T & C Surf”, which I totally forgot about, and “City Connection”, which the glorious website Nintendo8.com (check it out) doesn’t even have. City Connection is the mindless gem where you try to drive your Smart car over all the bricks on the screen while you avoid crashing into cop cars and cats waving flags. Awesome.

After combing through the stack of 110+ Nintendo relics, I decided that the frustratingly complicated 6-button Nintendo controller (whu?), coupled with the lack of instruction manuals and misleading menu titles were too annoying to deal with. Conscience having been cleared, I unplugged the penguin and put it away, never to ‘enjoy’ Power Games again.

All in all Power Games is pretty much a waste of money, especially for the low-income families I suspect it hopes to entertain. At $30, it’s not exactly cheap, because I suspect at this point you can get an actual Nintendo with like 20 games for that price. But then again, real Nintendos aren’t exactly reliable so it’s a crapshoot either way. I’d say just play them on the computer for free. Granted, the market for Power Games is probably families without a computer (judging from David finding the thing in a basket at a Brooklyn bodega), but still, there are better things to spend your money on. A bag of dust, perhaps. However, if you’re 8 years old and stuck at grandma’s, you can plug it right in to her 20yo CRT and probably keep yourself occupied until mom picks you up. After all, who ever looked at the instruction manual when you were that age anyway?

Overall rating: The equivalent of douche popsicles—a quick, convenient treat, but once you start eating it you realize it’s frozen douche and you put it down.