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Friday, June 3, 2011

Why the Pokemon Universe Would be a Terrible Place to Live by CK Bond

After the release of Black and White, I heard a lot of complaints ranging from “these new pokemon are dumb and the game designers are just running out of ideas” to “I have an incredibly small penis and overcompensate by needlessly attacking a game I’ve never played”. However, I've been thinking about the first two generations a lot recently and I'm starting to realize that Johto and Kanto aren’t the blissful utopias we were lead to believe.

My family couldn’t afford “ALSO, HE DIED A VIRGIN”1


            Ok, so first off we need to talk about wild Pokemon battles.  They’re frequent, annoying, and, in real life, would be incredibly scary.  The very first lesson that Professor Oak teaches you concerns the dangers of a wild pokemon encounter; he wouldn’t even let you walk into the grass without a Pokemon to protect yourself.  Now remember that Johto and Kanto have predominately de-centralized populations.  Almost all the jobs in the country are in Goldenrod, Saffron, or Celadon.  Also, there are no cars, no roads, and bicycles cost 1,000,000 monies.  How does everyone get to work?  At some point during their daily commute, they have to walk through grass and encounter a wild pokemon and that shit would be terrifying.  Imagine if you had to fight a wild Onix every time you wanted to fill out your times sheets.


Hello, Mr. Johnson? Yes, I’d like to call in sick. It seems I’ve come down with a case of “shitting-my-pants-out-of-fear-itis”

And what happens if your Pokemon faints? Do you have to physically fight off the attacking pokemon?  Everyone living in a small town (or Arceus forbid Cinnabar Island) must work in another city and they have to fight wild pokemon to get there.  Ok, but what about Fly?  Even if they had a pokemon that could learn Fly, it’s a hidden move which not everyone has access to. And if you’re thinking smugly to yourself “well what about Magnet Train?” then you probably don’t exist. But to answer the question anyway, the Magnet Train only has two stops and both of them are in major cities.  Oh, and the tickets are nearly impossible to get.  The only piece of infrastructure in the entire world doesn’t help the people who need it most.  You could buy a ton of repels, revives, and potions, but at that point it might just be more cost effective to quit your job and stay home.  You could fill your days watching TV and the one channel they air.  Which, by the way, continuously plays a movie about a man riding a train.  A subtle fuck you as down Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream by the gallon and wait to die too traumatized to step a foot outside your door.

            Secondly, between the first and second generation of pokemon games (about three years chronologically) 100 species of pokemon were discovered.  There are two explanations for this: 
1. The new species were introduced to the environment from someplace else or
2. They were literally just discovered. 
Since the former would have led to massive ecological instability as the food chained re-organized itself to accommodate the new predators and prey, it must be the latter.  But take a second to think about that.  Some of these “new” pokemon are fairly common; every Joe Schmo would encounter them on their way to work.  I ran into so many wild Mareep that I could’ve filled up at least one of my boxes, and I only had to travel on Route 32 once.  And it’s not like the world where the new pokemon exist is isolated from the rest of the world. They share the same route numbering system.  Professor Oak himself lives Kanto and works in Johto.  He has to have had a wild encounter with one of these “new” pokemon at least once.  And even if he somehow avoided wild battles for all these years, remember that three of these “new” Pokemon are handed out to trainers by Professor Oak’s best friend.  So why hasn’t he written any of that down?  Why did he assure us that there were only 150 types of pokemon when there are more than those which he has seen first-hand? The only answer is that the World’s Greatest Pokemon Researcher doesn’t have a shred of scientific integrity; Professor Oak is a fraud.

            Another big problem in the world is the hospitals.  And I’m not talking about the socialized medicine angle.  Every Pokecenter is run by a member of the same family. And they all look like alike.  And they’re all named “Joy”. First off, who named these people? George Forman?  Also, what happens to all the girls in the family who don’t look like the other Joys?  Are they left on cliffs like deformed Spartan babies?  Same thing with the police force except they’re all named “Jenny”.  Now imagine being told when you’re five that you’re not allowed to be a doctor or a policeman because those jobs are reserved for special children.  They’ve turned civil service jobs into virtual monarchies.  Speaking of monarchies, the gyms also are inherited.  Brock, Falkner, and Janine all received their gyms from their parents.  You thought Nero was bad?  Now imagine him with dragons.


One guess as to how the fire started2

            Ok so this world is pretty shitty but I still have one last question, why hasn’t the government made any effort to make people’s lives better?  There’s no infrastructure, prices are sky high, and crime syndicates like Team Rocket are allowed to go around terrorizing the population.  The authorities have the power to fix everything.  They have the technology to imprison dragons inside capsules by altering their shape and mass. They must be able to build a car (or at least a cheaper bicycle for fuck’s sake.  Seriously how did anyone on the Cycling Road afford one?).  As for Team Rocket, the Elite Four have the strongest pokemon in the world, they could easily find where Team Rocket hides out and then straight murder their asses with lightning.  Why don’t they?  Because the Pokemon League is corrupt.  If you need more evidence of that, remember that Giovanni, the leader of Team Rocket, is also a gym leader.  Instead of using taxpayer money to benefit the welfare of the people, they use that cash to build themselves elaborate gyms with unnecessarily complex and expensive puzzles.  Really, Sabrina? You need teleportation pads? Your country has two schools.  The only reason no one notices all of these problems is because they’re too busy trying to become the next Pokemon Champion.  Everyone has a chance to win fortune and fame.  It’s like they combined the lottery from 1984 with the World Cup.  The only difference is that you have the chance to score the game winning goal for your country. Also, fucking dinosaurs.  The Pokemon League is a sham designed to keep you from asking questions about your shitty life and the monarchs that are responsible for it.


1 If you’re wondering about the date, I’ve decided that if we invent time machines, I’m going to take the bullet for McKinley. It just seems like the right thing to do.
2 Pokemon. It was Pokemon.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

My Senior Speech on Who Inspired Me by Data

Usually speeches aren't my forte. And graduation just around the corner made it even harder for me to take my Senior Speech seriously. With all the topics to choose from, I finally decided the "who's my inspiration speech" would be the easiest to bullshit. But writing about the one person that shaped me into the Data I am today made me actually write something sentimental and from the heart. Here's what I wrote:


You are my inspiration; you have helped me shape what I am now and what I am still trying to be as a person. Even if I turn out to be half the person you are I would be completely content with that. You have had a tremendous impact on my life.

Growing up was pretty hard for you. And being raised in a gang-filled city with a lot of crime did not make it any easier. But you pushed through it all, you had determination, you were a fighter, and all of the obstacles were not going to stop you from achieving greatness.

Then at 18 something happened that completely changed your life. You moved to America. With only $100 dollars in your pocket you had a new beginning. You finished your high school career while also taking on a side job as a waiter. And finally you made it to college, enrolled at the University of Washington, where, you even met your future wife.

But just like your old self back in the Far East, you were still a fighter, and decided to stick with that as a career. You followed what you actually wanted to do in life and I admired you for doing so.

You fought your whole way through everything, starting from the bottom and ending up on top. You were able to achieve it through hard work and determination and that is what is inspiring to me. As I have gotten older I have always tried to follow these two things in order to better myself.

It’s just unfortunate that I’m never going to be able to say thank you. You passing away was a shock to everyone. You still were young and had a long way to go in life. But your legend is still very much alive; all I can do is take away what I learned from you and implement it into my life. Thank you for being my inspiration and influencing me. And just for the record, I don’t think Chuck Norris has anything on you. Thank you for being my inspiration, Bruce Lee.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Why I'm Aquaman by Dillon Minton

After going fishing for a few days at the lake, I recently had the thought I am part superhero. My reason being is that lately, I've been pretty good at catching a ton of fish with no effort or skill at all.


Then this got me to start reflecting on my life. I noticed that when I was younger, I had the same kickass fishing powers. Whether it is having nothing but a line and bare hook, net, tubing, or even my hands, I still caught a bunch of stuff.  I also remembered a time when I put a crab in my sister's shoe while we were camping on the beach. It didn't pinch me at all when I was holding it and placing it into her shoe, but as soon as she put her foot into her shoe, it pinched her on the toe man. The toe! Then she started to flail her foot around and kicked the crab down the beach. But when it landed, it turned its ass around and ran straight at her like that was its only reason to exist on this planet. Then it chased her around in circles; pretty funny shit. After I thought about all of those incidents I realized, HOLY FUCK I can coheres animals to my own needs.

Like this, but with more eating my friends

You might be wondering how I got these powers. Well, my father wanted to name me Thor, but my mom resented the name and was like “fuck no”. That’s how I ended up not being named Thor was named Dillon instead. And because fate was fucked and I never given the chance to have Thor powers bestowed upon me, I got the next kind of powers in the lottery, Fish God powers. Might not be as cool/badass/awesome as Thor, but I can catch fish whenever I want.

And that's why I’m Aquaman.