Another day; another argument with Google. Oh the joys trying to reclaim my hacked email. Fuck you Google.
Also, fuck you, to Makers Mark. Trying to lessen my alcoholism.
In other news: I really hate Daniel Tosh. But what I hate most, are people who recycle and plagiarize his half-ass, half thought out opinions and jokes to try and look intellectual and seem funny.
It perplexes me.
Mostly because his opinions and jokes are like a prolapsed anus; not everyone has one but the people who do are really gross.
Anyhow, I stumbled across one of these “Tosh-lectual’s” (coined it) and his prolapsed opinion earlier today.
This “Tosh-lectual”, posted four paragraphs bashing the new Die Hard in a rant ripped from a Tosh stand-up when Die Hard 4 was released.
Oh joy…
But he made a valid point. “John McClane” is “John McClane”.
John McClane, that everyday NYC detective that went from saving hostages to saving the world. That “John McClane” is why I dropped fifteen bucks to see the film. And if that makes me stupid or gullible, as this “Tosh-lectual” says I am… Then I’m glad I am. Because the 105 dollars I’ve spent to own and see the Die Hard family of films is nothing compared to the 100 plus a month he’s spent in the past nine years on cable to see “The Office” and “30 Rock”.
Somehow retarded-ly enjoying the same repetitive storyline five times, for 99% less, doesn’t seem anywhere close to the stupidity it takes to follow the same repetitive storyline weekly for nearly a decade.
But then again what would I know. I’m not a “Tosh-lectual”.