Post by Cobra King Mohamdu on Apr 21, 2020 3:18:19 GMT -5
I remember in Grade 8 when Danny Tran and I sat right beside this kid Matt M*. You'd probably best remember him as the kid who would sit down on the BCSS stair entrance with a guitar and start singing Green Day songs at the top of his lungs while other kids told him to shut up. Matt was a bit of a different kid, perhaps had a developmental disorder, Tourette's or something like this. I'm not gonna retroactively diagnose a kid who's now a grown ass man. But I remember how at one point I was Matt's friend, and then over time his cringey behaviour started to wear on myself and most of the other kids distanced themself from him. One particular incident involved Matt pissing on the wall as a joke, which the rest of us just found disgusting and weird. One of Danny's friends made a really shitty animation of Matt pissing on the wall. We couldn't stop laughing at the shitty flash animation, and eventually we showed Matt the video of himself. He laughed at it but clearly felt humiliated and bullied, he told the teacher and Danny Tran got taken home in a police car. Perhaps he's related this story, I don't know. But it was pretty fucking funny that he got sent home in a cop car for showing Matt a dumb flash animation of himself pissing on a wall. I remember the entire year of Grade 8 so vividly because of Matt's cringey hyperactive behaviour, besides doing dumb and annoying things to try and impress other kids, he'd listen to Green Day loudly with headphones and try his best to copy the drumming he'd seen in their videos. He started dressing and talking like Billie Joe Armstrong. Still, even to this day, his impression of "American Idiot" while dressed like Billie Joe is burned into my mind. The point of this story is simple: I was acquainted with a troubled youth who was obsessed with Green Day to a very bizarre degree, the type of hyper fandom kids usually grow out of. Because of this kid, I never really gave Green Day much of a chance. Even now, it's hard for me not to watch Billie Joe's performance style without thinking of Matt McKenzie. As an adult, I regret it a lot, because they have some great songs and I never fully appreciated the band until years later when I was able to separate the band from that one kid I knew in Grade 8. My point of this long winded story is I guess, don't let some person change your impression of some kind of media or entertainment. You might like it more than you care to admit. And I hope Matt's doing alright these days.
And as a fun fact I should add: it was this Grade 8 year in which Sam H, Alex M, Pete M and Eric E and I all worked on a really lame Star Wars parody where I starred as Mace Mohamdu. Really it was just hours of us being in an office filming each other doing stupid shit with lightsabers and robes on. Good times. God I miss the early-mid 2000s now.
*Also I'm never gonna post someone's real name on here (who isn't a member) after a classmate asked me to delete a post after a job interviewer asked him about it.
this whole track sounded a lot better with headphones for some reason. didn't stick with me particularly using speakers, even though i usually love my speakers. it's very well mixed, the hyperx 7.1 drivers my earbuds are connected to made it feel like a video game.
anyhow it's time for a sermon from pastor hendrix.
Post by Cobra King Mohamdu on May 24, 2020 18:23:06 GMT -5
When the real life, true path secret hidden final boss appears, and the true protagonist theme of the game you thought you were the protagonist of starts playing.
FROM NOOORTH CAROLINAAAAA
STANDING SIX FOOT SIX
NUMBER 23, MICHAAAEEEEEEELLLLLL JOOOOOORRRRRDAAAAAANNNNN
Just imagine it. You finally have a shot at history. You can win a ring and etch your name in the pages if history, be remembered forever as a champion. And then, all of a sudden, the stadium goes dark and the crowd cheers raucously. This song plays and the noise form the crowd becomes deafening, their voices thundering in your chest. And then MJ walks out. And you realize your never had a shot to begin with.