April 08, 2004
Always bet on Black!

Hello again boys and girls, its time once again for another rant from your friendly neighborhood Liquid-X. I had planned on waiting a little longer for a new article, but sometimes life loves to throw that curveball at you and give you material that you just cant resist. Every once in awhile you stumble upon something so downright crazy that you can't help but reel at the insanity of it, slackjawed and stunned like my friend ToG unknowingly reading a Lemon Hamtaro fanfic with poor grammer and even poorer descriptions of the carnal acts of depravity within. (And no, I wont describe any of it for you, you pervert.) Of course, you may be wondering what could evoke such a reaction from me. Which, naturally is the focus of todays rant. Read on, true believer... (Note to Marvel Execs: Please dont sue! I'm poor, I swear!)

So, back to the buisness at hand... It seems that in a move of either sheer confidence or downright mental instability,a 32 year old British man has decided to sell off his worldly possessions (Including his clothes) and will be staking his entire cash pot on a single spin of the roulette wheel down in Vegas. Quite frankly, this fellow is either downright insane, or... well, he's DOWNRIGHT INSANE. Despite the fact that this is a move that James Bond himself would balk at (Yes, I know James Bond is fictional. So stop typing that E-mail to me and get back to reading), our fellow wants to go down in a blaze of glory while he is still young. Quite frankly, I could think of much safer and better ways of pressing ones luck with a much better higher chance of success. Y'know, like wearing a red shirt on a star trek away team or finding WMD's in Iraq.

Naturally, having insane people on reality TV shows has proven to be a goldmine for telivision producers, as we all like that little affirmation that despite our quirks and odd moments, there are people who make our foibles and moments appear much more normal then they are. This fact was not lost on the people of Britains "Sky High Telivison" station, which will be turning this whole thing into a small reality show. It gets even better when you realize that they wont be paying the poor Schmuck they are taking advantage of for their ratings, and thus get all the viewers without the cost, while he has a chance of ending up leasing a cardboard box by Big Ben.

But then, the desire for people to watch gold diggers trying to suck up to a lying dateless schmuck or a group of people backstabbing each other out on a desert island while one guy walks around naked tends to be greater then that of a guy betting his whole life on a single stroke of luck. So maybe everyone will learn a lesson from all this and Duke and Scarlet will point out that knowing is half the battle, while Soundwave and Mr T join some hip inner city kids to fight crime while busting out some Phat Beats with their magical rapping Genie... Okay. I had a point there, but I'll be damned if I know what it is anymore. So, to summarize:

The Man is insane.
The TV station is preying on his insanity.
And Optimus Prime gives the Matrix of leadership to Mr. T, who then proceeds to become the savior of the Autobots.

...Or something like that.

Posted by Liquid-X at April 8, 2004 03:44 PM


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