Thanks to @WWLAMFM playing Nate Dogg and Warren G after the Vacarro interception, I want the Saint’s defense to be called the Regulators.

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So when I watch Saints games I have the TV muted and I listen to the local radio broadcast on WWL Radio (pause the a DVR for like 2 seconds and they sync up). They played the classic (well, only) Warren G hit song Regulate on one of their bumpers after a big defensive play or possession change.

Here’s an old music video to Regulate my friend made nearly a decade ago in college:

So it hit me like a GOLDEN BULLET, that this defense is pretty rad, we should call them something. Regulators. Because, they’re Regulating this game and they’re damn good too.

The historical documentary, Young Guns, 100% accurately describes what the regulators are. I mean, come on, EMILIO ESTEVEZ and Kenny Vacarro are pretty much the same guy!

It appears the Saints BLOGOSPHERE THINGY has caught on to my brilliant idea:

The Angry Who Dat Endorsement

Grandmaster Wang unleashes it to the collective unconscious.

Kevin aka @hakimdropsball pitches it on Da Chronic Podcast

Rising Tide this year was an odd experience for me. It seemed to me that there was a lower attendance, less volunteers, and less excitement. I also found myself reflecting on last year’s break up. Every other conversation contained, “I don’t write all that much anymore.” All these factors put me in such a weird head-space the rest of the weekend, like Ian Curtis doing enough heroin to fuel the sun. I guess that metaphor makes sense.

Anyway, I think I should do more blogging and podcasting. I need a little more than just the twitters. I’ll use this site as my platform. I can start introducing myself as “that asshole from deephurting.com.”

Topics of this site from now on will be, anything I feel like. FUCK RULES AND LABELS, MAN. More than likely It’ll be Japanese cartoons and the Saints, but maybe I’ll rant about Bobby Jindal being worse than a piece of shit or BORING I.T. SHIT (explosion) or tiny children singing adorable songs.

Spoilers: I’ll most likely won’t post again for another year.

Call of Cthulhu
Kids on the Slope
Lupin the 3rd: The woman called Fujiko Mine
Space Brothers
Polar Bear Cafe
Science
Legend of the Galactic Heroes
France
Mysterious Cities of Gold

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I didn’t edit the video or anything, so, take it for what it is.

Part 1: (In Game) Half the Party go high on opium and went to bed. They were attacked and hilarity ensued.

Part 2: Louis and I’s characters were not high on opium, so we went to question a mysterious shopkeeper, then there was a fire, I left a child to die, and if that was not enough, even more hilarity ensued.

Jeremy and I reviewed the original Dororon Enma-kun from the 70’s.

We also opened up and talked about growing to school and stuff.

Podcasting is fun, I should start my own. Oh wait…..

LOOK MA SOMEONE ELSE’S SHOW IS SHOWING UP IN MY ITUNES FEED

Anyway, Paul, Gerald, Daryl, his other brother Daryl, and myself reviewed Tango & Cash.

I’m pretty sure I zoned out several times thinking I was just listening to an episode.

DEEP Hurting will record one of these days, but Chris has been filling up our spare time with Call of Cthulhu.

I PUT THIS HERE TO MAKE IT SHOW UP IN THE ITUNES FEED.

LIVE FROM ANIME WEEKEND ATLANTA 2011!! Uh, Guy talks with fandumb legends Dave Merrill and Steve Harrison about Lensman, Pulp novels, Science Fiction, the Kardashians, and Isaac Asimov’s sexual prowess (while eating powdered donuts).

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We made it to episode 10! To celebrate we reviewed Patlabor (OAV episodes 1-3)!

Slowly but surely we more forward “like a giant dildo crushing the sun.”

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Sure you could sum up Redline as a retelling of that Roger Corman classic Death Race 2000 (or Jason Statham Driving a Car and Killing People VIII aka Death Race) with a bit of Hanna Barbara’s Wacky Races® tossed in for a few laughs. But to simply chalk up Redline in such a way sells the film short by light years. Not only did director Takeshi Koike and writer (and character designer) Katsuhito Ishii produce a visual kick to the nuts, but they grabbed on with their toes and ripped them clean off your body….. and you thanked them for it.

I’ve been told via the “twitters” and internet relay chat that there are some body pillow enthusiasts who are downplaying this cinematic delight. They claim something along the lines of, “The animation was pretty! But the characters were two dimensional and there was no plot to speak of! >_< I mean come on THEY’RE NOT EVEN IN HIGH SCHOOL! ~_~;;;!” Well, something like that. Anyway, I’m here to tell you that you that these waifu-having Lucky Star dance-preforming bozos are wrong. Trust me, I only deal in fact.

So what’s Redline about? It’s about being totally bad ass. Not just totally bad ass but more than totally bad ass. How is that possible? Simple. Science. Well, Science Fiction. Redline is more than Death Race 2000, in space. It’s more than high frame rates and fluid animation. It’s a vacation to a vivid universe where every planet is teeming with crazy looking aliens and technology you wish was real is swarming all over the place like some 1980’s Trapper-Keeper come to life.

Sure, I could give you a plot synopsis. But that would not be in the spirit of what this movie is all about. Don’t think I am saying that there is no plot or that it’s even a weak story. The plot is there if you want it to be there. Ishii and Koike deliver the story in a very “less is more” matter. There is no drawn out exposition. News reports, race commentary, conversations between crooked mechanics and mafia dons, day dreams, and near death experiences present you with just enough information for you to fill in the blanks or imagine more of what could be going on.

The characters in Redline are on par with Eiichiro Oda’s One Piece in terms of shape and size as well as strong personalities. A cybernetic army sergeant who get super strong when he cries, raver space fairies, a bad ass metal man with his own theme song, and a glowing super-pimp gently kissing two women on the lips at the same time. These are just a small sample of the the over the top characters you will meet in this small trip. Sure you don’t learn about their favorite flavor of space ice cream or who their first kiss was or whatever lame details like that some people claim makes for an “interesting” or “deep” character.

Bill Hicks summed it up best when he was talking about music in one of his skits. “PLAY FROM YOUR FUCKING HEART!” he screams at his dumbfounded audience in the middle of a rant about superficial 80’s juggernauts Tiffany and Debbie Gibson. It doesn’t matter how well the song is played or how accurate the band preforms. What’s important is that they play from their heart and “chop down a mountain with the edge of your hand” and send mall rats screaming home to mommy.

Redline embodies this ideal. You’ll see the love the creators put into every detail. You’ll see the lust in every jiggle of a female form. You’ll see a manic imagination run wild as a car literally skims across water like a flat stone. You’ll feel the power as an entire valley explodes! All along you’ll be sitting there smiling so hard it hurts.

Guy, Chris, and Caleb talk about Cyber City Oedo 808 and go off on a tangent about Devilman. Guy forgot to turn off the ceiling fan.

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