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ABSURDLY DELAYED 2008 CHRISTMAS SPECIAL DELAYED AGAIN! SHUT UP! HOW ABOUT THAT?

Friday, June 27, 2008

Joe Bivins Vs. Joe Bivins!

Remember my evil twin, the web developer from Wesley Chapel, FL who runs joebivins dot com? Well, even though he hasn't updated his blog since BEFORE I noticed he was trying to kill mine, for a little while his devious programmer tactics appeared to have worked, and his site was top ranked on a search for joe bivins at Google.

But today, I am proud to say that The Great Joe Bivins Unpopular Blog has risen back to the top! YES! VICTORY IS MINE!

But let us not become complacent! The battle is over but surely not the war! So I have decided to use my name more!

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(Taken out of context this looks like that sequence in Being John Malkovich where Malkovich goes into his own head and everyone's like "Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich MALKOVICH!" BEST MOVIE EVER!)

Okay! I would not care about this problem if I had anything better to do but THIS IS WAR MOTHER FUCKERS. JOE! BIVINS! JOE BIVINS!!!! (Joe Bivins.)

Monday, June 23, 2008

Comic Comments: REEDICKOOLUSSLY POURLY SPEHLT TYTLE EDDISHUN!

DYNAWSORE KAWMIKS!!!! June 23rd, 2008

AH! The synchronicity! T-Rex talks about going to the dentist and I just had a tooth pulled the other day! Speaking of which, it's doing jess fein peeples! The other day I ate some pizza by cutting it into manageable strips which I could chew with just the left side of my mouth!

EYE KAHNT DRAH PHEET!!!! June 21st, 2008

I guess he's right. I'LL NEVER HAVE A ROBOT FRIEND!!! Except that one guy, but he's annoying.

I should probably make one of these lists for the Doctor (not to mention Romana II), Spock, Ford Prefect, and Howard the Duck.

B. PAWUR!!!!!!! June 21st, 2008

I used to have the same problem with going out to check my mail but my trashy neighbors were always hanging around outside in their driveway and they'd always try to talk to me so I'd have to wait until the coast was clear (kinda like with zombies). But now they've moved and they took their trailer away with them. So I don't have neighbors anymore! WOO.

TEH FLOHFEELD YOONITEE June 23rd, 2008

Zombies=not helpful but if you have an army of robots zombies=not a big deal! See, the robots can kill the zombies. BUT WHAT IF THE ROBOTS TURN ON US, THEIR FEEBLE HUMAN MASTERS?!? THEN ROBOTS=SOULLESS KILLING MACHINES BENT ON THE EXTERMINATION OF ALL LIFE ON EARTH!!!!!!!

THIS LIST IS TROUBLING!

Saturday, June 21, 2008

The Continuing Dental Drama starring the Great Joe Bivins

Well, I spent the majority of Thursday afternoon and evening walking around with a mouth full of blood and gauze, my face slowly regaining feeling and the bloody gaping hole where my right mandibular first molar once sat gradually clotting over. Despite having sat there fully lucid (I was on nitrous, which made everything down to my waist go numb but didn't have any mental effects. I'm pretty sure they also stuck me with a needle of novocaine while I wasn't paying attention, which meant I didn't notice it in time to turn into a whimpering screaming child (recall I have a major phobia of needles and assorted other things), so that was all good) while they poked around in my mouth I'm still very sketchy as to the actual process of extracting a tooth. They went in with some pokey-scrapey stuff and poked and scraped and pushed on my tooth, then after a while of that they got out some forceps (read: fancy pliers) and started tugging, then I guess they got tired of tugging and went back to poking and scraping, then they tugged some more, then they poked and scraped some more, then they tugged, then poked, then tugged, and repeated this until I lost track of how many times they'd switched back and forth, finally on the last round of tugging they got the bastard out and apparently (I didn't see it, which is kind of a gyp. Used to be they'd let you keep it even!) it had a RIDICULOUSLY long root. Despite my stoic demeanor during all this I can assure you far beneath the surface I was quite the basketcase, but the procedure was quickly over with and I quickly regained composure (though as I said on my surface I seemed quite relaxed). For some reason my thumbs were locked in a sort of karate chop position over my palms until the gas wore off, no one was sure exactly why. They stuck gauze in the gap in my teeth and I had to keep my jaw shut so as to stop the bleeding (though two days later it's been clotted since Thursday night but it still looks totally gross.) I'm also not supposed to chew over on that side of my mouth (or let any food or anything get in the hole) until it's fully healed, which is fine, since I already wasn't chewing with that side for fear of angering my bad tooth. More debilitating is that I'm not supposed to drink with a straw so even though milkshakes are suggested as something I can eat, I CAN'T DRINK THEM PROPERLY WITHOUT A STRAW. I have to either spoon them into my mouth or sip them carefully. Also I can't drink soda with ice properly, I'll have to sip them LIKE SOME KIND OF SAVAGE. A WORLD WITHOUT STRAWS?!? IT'S A MADHOUSE!!!

All in all I'm much better off now that that bastard evil tooth is gone. For the first time in what seems like ages I slept through the night without waking up when my painkillers wore off (because even though I was promised some pain and discomfort it doesn't hurt at all). At some point I'll have to fix the other less pressing dental problems, but that'll be either after I get some sort of insurance (fat chance of that) or when we find some place that'll give me a discount because I have no money. And eventually I'll have to get some sort of dummy tooth or bridgework to fill in the gap so that my other teeth don't get crooked (they're already kind of crooked from my grinding though). UNTIL THEN THIS DENTAL DRAMA IS AT AN END.

FIN!

Sunday, June 15, 2008

The Dental Drama starring the Great Joe Bivins

AAAAACCCCKKKK I have been having a shitty time lately! Besides my usual concerns of unemployment and lack of cable or central Air Conditioning (as well as the problems caused by my Asperger's Syndrome (I realize I've never actually mentioned I have Asperger's Syndrome on the Blog but while I was bitching it seemed like a good time to bring it up)), a persistent and ever-worsening toothache has just recently driven me, despite my lack of dental insurance or any money, to go to a dentist for (BIG SHOCK) the first time in nearly ten years.

A full course of X-Rays later and my teeth are surprisingly not all that bad off, I have about five cavities (mostly due to not flossing) and two of my wisdom teeth fell apart some years back, so we're taking all four of them out, and the tooth with the ache needs either a root canal or we can just yank the fucker (my only real concern yanking it is that my right second mandibular molar will get lonely without my right third mandibular molar and my right first mandibular molar to keep it company). My main trouble in all this (besides my irrational fear of needles, which I'm hoping they can gas me for at least the fillings) is that it's going to cost a ridiculous amount of money neither I nor my Mother has. (That's part of the reason I'm leaning toward just pulling the bad tooth, since a root canal's retardedly (FUCK YOU MSOFFICE RETARDED CAN TOO BE ADVERBALISED) expensive). Also I'm pissed they wouldn't fix it yesterday when I went, instead they gave me vicodin and now I have to wait until my mom makes me another appointment (but they only gave me four days worth and they hardly even work (which seems incongruous with the zeal that Hugh Laurie displays when popping them like Skittles (I almost said M&M's but Skittles are funnier AND they taste better))).

Plus! I can't figure out a good science fiction type story that takes place in Texas. I HAVE A GREAT JOKE INVOLVING TEXAS I WANT TO USE IN A COMIC BUT I NEED TO HAVE A STORY SET THERE TO USE IT.

Anyway, all this has dried up my energy in regards to blogging so I haven't done a proper post in the last couple of weeks (though I did enjoy doing that video and want to do another as soon as I come up with another idea for one). But while I'm here, here's a couple of things that I started writing and never made it to the Blog:


Firstly, here's a couple of predictions I wrote for a third Psychic Pete post that I never finished:

we are the spirits of prognostication and we refuse to capitalize things when we type! these are our predictions for the future that is not now but is a time later than now!

our first prediction: several very successful movies will be made about 9/11 over the years to come. the most successful will be titled simply 9/11. it will be so successful that they will make a sequel, entitled 9/12. the sequel will overshadow the success of the original film so much that a sequel will be made to the sequel, entitled 9/12 II: The Legend of Osama's Gold. this will actually lose money and the people responsible will be executed for treason.

our second prediction: that mole on your butt is cancerous. you really need to see a dermatologist.

our third prediction: hyperintelligent turkeys.


Second, here's a comment that would have been in a Tube of Boob but those probably won't be back until the Fall season starts:

IN SYNDICATION Baywatch: I caught a few minutes of the end of this episode of Baywatch (marking the land mark VERY FIRST TIME I've watched Baywatch!). I have no idea what led up to it, but they were having a ceremony to GIVE A MIDGET A MEDAL! GO SHORT MAN! YOU GET THAT MEDAL!


Finally, at some point a while back I decided I was going to tell people my terrible secret but only got a few paragraphs into my letter of confession:

To whom it may concern:

I, the Great Joe Bivins, have been living a lie. Yes, that's right, I have been lying to you non-existent people. It has been a great burden for me keeping these terrible secrets all this time, and now I believe I am finally able to let the truth out: I am not of this Earth.

I am from Planet 10, which orbits a star on the other side of this galaxy. Like all inhabitants of Planet 10, I am made up of a green gaseous substance. In my true form I appear to be a floating green haze, but we have the technology to mimic your primitive form.

I have been sent to this planet by the supreme rulers of the Empire of 10, the Overlords, in order to do research for our upcoming invasion of your planet and subsequent subjugation of your race. You will become our slaves, the strongest of you will be transported to various mines on planets across the galaxy where they will work until they are dead (but have full medical and dental care and will receive annual bonuses on 10-Mas, which is the holiest day in the 10-ian calendar). Those of you who show an aptitude for certain trades will be trained in a profession and forced to join the union. The more interesting members of your race will be used in the entertainment industry so as to improve the quality of the Imperial Television Network (500 million channels and not one reality show!) Those of you who fit none of these categories will be sent to the office complexes on Gamma-7, where you will sit in confining cubicles and perform tedious tasks and conform to a strict code of dress (those of you in this category would be best advised to kill yourselves to avoid this eventuality).


Okay! Before I sign off I just want to give a shout out to all the Weezer fans who've shown up here looking for a review of the Red Album! Please join me in hoping that Weezer's next album isn't so sucky and that the real Rivers Cuomo returns from outer space (along with the original Karl Koch (NOBODY REMEMBERS THAT JOKE BUT ME MWAH HA HA)).

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Okay I have to go now, about forty five minutes ago I accidentally bit down on something with my bad tooth and now I think I'm going to go kill myself IT HURTS SO FUCKING MUCH. GOD DAMNIT. I WOULD'VE BEEN ABLE TO FIX THIS YEARS AGO IF WE HAD UNIVERSAL HEALTH CARE IN THIS FUCKING COUNTRY.

Monday, June 09, 2008

VIDEO: Commercial!

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

PITCHER (AND T-SHIRT): Shark in a Wading Pool.

LOOK OUT! SHARK!
I made this partially as a satire of common sense warnings but mostly to illustrate how crappy wading pools are. Even when you're a kid they're not fun, so why do they still sell them? You might as well try to swim in the bathtub, it's essentially the same thing. ALSO.

Monday, June 02, 2008

DOODLES: Hilarious Ducks and Squirrels

Earlier I had to turn my computer off for awhile, which I rarely do because I use the bloody thing for everything I do. So when I had some ideas I needed to remember (for a comic I'm working on) I had to dig out a spiral notebook like I used in my school days (it's actually a much better way to keep track of the chronology of my ideas, I have the ones I used from high school up till I dropped out of college the last time in chronological order and someday they will be donated to The Great Joe Bivins Memorial Archives, a library of awesome things in all forms of media which will have a rollercoaster in the lobby. YES.). Here's the page that resulted:



EVERYTHING ON THAT PAGE IS AN UNDISPUTED FACT.

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Album Review: Weezer: The Red Album

And now...

AN OVERLY HARSH REVIEW OF THE NEW ALBUM FROM WEEZER!

CONTEXT: I used to be a huge Weezer fan (now I'm just huge (OH SNAP! BURN ON MY OBESITY!)), up until they released Make Believe, which was the musical equivalent of being kicked in the balls (or Phantom Menace...yeah, that's a better analogy, because Phantom Menace is already the filmic equivalent of a good solid punch in the nuts but also it parallels the sense of betrayal).

BUT! (Similarly to Phantom Menace, actually.) Rather than give up on the band completely, I decided I'd reserve final judgment until I heard their next release.

WELL FOLKS: THAT DAY HAS COME. THE RED ALBUM IS HERE. (As in it leaked onto the internet so I can listen to it a few days early.)

Going track-by-track:

1. Troublemaker: Ermm...not a strong start. Nope. It's not exactly the same kind of awful as heard on Make Believe but does display the amateurish songwriting chops that reinforce my theory that aliens at some point abducted (band leader) Rivers Cuomo and replaced him with someone with absolutely no musical talent. I just can't accept that the same person who wrote "Falling for You" later wrote "We Are All On Drugs".

2. The Greatest Man That Ever Lived (Variations on a Shaker Hymn): This has similar lyrical issues and is quite ridiculous but somehow charming. Besides the spoken word segment in the middle, which is idiotic.

3. Pork & Beans: Ah! Now this is a song I can get behind! It's not Pinkerton or Blue Album quality but it's certainly a step in the right direction. It's kind of a revisit to "The Good Life", though Rivers has clumsily reprised the themes of that song half a dozen times since, this is definitely the top of that heap of crap. One major improvement I'm noticing on this record is that, while the songs themselves still have a very teenage (in a bad way) ethic, the attitude has a hint of cynicism as opposed to the whiny nonsense on Make Believe (not that Pinkerton wasn't whiny, but those songs also kicked ass).

4. Heart Songs: WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS CRAP?!? AAAH! IT'S LIKE I'M BEING RAPED IN THE EAR!

5. Everybody Get Dangerous: You know, if you got Fred Durst to sing this, no one would guess it wasn't a Limp Bizkit tune. My main issue with Rivers thinking he's a rapper (there's a vague rap style to this and some of the other songs on this album and on a few earlier tracks (most of which never got released)) is his habit of writing lyrics which neither rhyme nor adhere to any kind of meter. It is possible to write decent songs that fit those parameters but it's rare and clearly not Rivers' forte. Also: when did this guy forget how to write melodies? I can understand difficulties writing lyrics (it's an issue that as a songwriter myself I sometimes struggle with but I have the sense to throw away the crappy songs) but melodies are an innate sense. Did Rivers Cuomo have a massive head injury at some point?

ALSO: DARKWING DUCK! NOW THERE'S A THEME SONG I CAN GET BEHIND! LET'S GET DANGEROUS!

6. Dreamin': Note the apostrophe. There's a little breakdown at the very end of this song which would've been a fine song all by itself if not attached to this mediocre track about a young man with ADD. (Or who suffers from daylight hallucinations. It's open for interpretation.) As far as this record goes though this is almost good enough to be on Green Album or Maladroit (earlier mediocre offerings from the band that are pure gold compared to Make Believe).

7. Thought I Knew: Now this isn't exactly fair, because much of the rest of the album is songs sung (and written (or co-written)) by the other three Weezers, starting with this reworking of a song by Brian Bell's side project The Relationship. I have been a fan of Bell's earlier side project Space Twins for some time and their album is far superior to the last several Weezer offerings (though it is by no means perfect). So now if I don't like their offerings I can no longer solely blame Rivers for the downfall of the Weez (though they already deserve some blame for letting Rivers rape their collective musical legacies). But that's not an issue here since I quite like Bell's writing here. Standing beside Rivers' tracks it is clearly superior (though it doesn't have the bold-faced charm of "Pork & Beans", but in large part that song is helped by the fact that not only does it have a wacky title but it actually manages to USE THE SILLY TITLE in the song in a clever way, so double points there.) I need to look into The Relationship, I remember liking their songs that were on their Myspace but I forgot to ever see about their album. Also I need to get the most recent release from Ozma and the last two from Whirlwind Heat.

8. Cold Dark World: Bassist Scott Shriner (affectionately referred to as Shrinedog on occasion) co-wrote and provides lead vocals for this song, which is more in keeping with the Rivers-penned tracks (in that it is meh. MEH I SAY.) This seems a good point to highlight that even when the songs are poorly written, Weezer has consistently delivered top-notch performances (with the exception of Rivers' vocals, which even when he didn't suck were thin and struggled to maintain pitch). This song is an excellent example: if you disregard the lyrics there's some very interesting instrumentations and just generally rocking stuff going on, which goes for virtually all of this album and even Make Believe.

9. Automatic: Upon hearing drummer Patrick Wilson's voice on this song (his writing and lead vocal contribution), it occurred to me that I'd never actually heard him sing (besides harmonizing) before. I don't really have any other thoughts about this one, though it doesn't seem that sucky. Perhaps with further listens I will be able to divine its sucktitude or lack thereof. Again though: musically this one's solid.

10. The Angel and the One: Ack. Closing out the record (not counting the bonus tracks on the deluxe edition), Rivers proves he can suck as hard as ever with this track very much in the vein of the atrocious epics found on Make Believe. It still beats "Heart Songs", though. WHAT THE SHIT WAS WITH THAT CRAP?!? HELLO?!? CAN YOU HEAR ME RIVERS CUOMO?!? IS IT HARD TO HEAR ME WITH YOUR HEAD SO FAR UP YOUR OWN BUTT?!?

CONCLUSIONS: Well, honestly even though my expectations were low, they were secretly high and this totally failed to live up to them. On the other hand it seems like overall, with the contributions from the other Weezers and the reasonably alright "Pork & Beans", it's slightly less awful than Make Believe. So I suppose the Weezer is headed at least in the direction of not sucking, even if they are still a long way away of crossing the border into Notsucksylvania.

So, instead of dropping hard earned money for something this mediocre, why not shell out for the Presidents of the United States of America's recent release These Are The Good Times People, which I can assure you is KICK-ASS. ON MANY LEVELS. YES.