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Friday Video Review

It’s Friday, and we’re all antsy to be done with the week. Well, my week doesn’t end, because I work on Saturdays and Sundays, but for the rest of you slackers, I’ve found some great videos for you to watch; better yet, I’ve even reviewed them, so you don’t have to. Let’s take a look at what youtube has to offer us today…

Think you’re sick of Gangnam Style? Think again. I guess this song is still fresh enough, and totally relevant to synchronizing it with Halloween lights. Who even really uses lights (excluding those little pumpkins, which are more adorable than they are scary) to decorate their house for Halloween? Anyway, watch the video; it is actually pretty cool, for about 20 seconds.


I can only imagine how tired of this song the people are who regretted allowing Edward’s Landing Lights to set up this display on their property. Or, maybe they’re super fans, who could never get tired of what they think is the song of the century. OR, maybe they’re Korean.

Our next video is not a video, but rather a screen shot of one of the suggested videos from the last video. Jesus, I need a thesaurus. When clicking through Youtube, I wait to be inspired, and compelled to write; then, I always watch the whole video twice before, as well as a few times during, my review. From the picture below, I hope you can see the many reasons why I refuse to watch “crazy 3 min chest workout” by sixpackshortcuts.
Looking beyond the terrible title grammar, and the fact that I don’t need a crazy three minute chest work out (because I’m already super jacked), I can’t get by the obvious: How does a three minute workout take nine minutes and forty-eight seconds? It pissed me off so much, that I refused to click on the advertisement. Besides, if I wanted to watch a shirtless, muscular guy getting off to himself, I’d head just lift my mattress, and pop in my favorite DVD: Shirtless, Muscular Guys Getting Off to Themselves. It’s a masturpiece.

I also try to get the most-recent (as of start of blog), but it’s hard to pass up on this one from 2007:


She knows what the world needs, but I think what the world needs is more people her: sexy, and intelligent. You can see Mario Lopez holding back his laughter, because she comes off as a ditz. The problem is that this girl is misunderstood; I believe that her mental capacity far exceeds any of ours. Therefore, she should really be holding back her own laughter. Maybe I’m just trying to be nice, because she’s hot, and that’s what I was taught; I don’t know.

Finally, I’ll leave you with something that I’d like you to join me in boycotting: people whom are not funny. First on the snub list is this Ben Behfar guy. Before I get into bashing the douche bag, I’ll let you watch the video with a virgin mind.


The main thing that bugs me about “Bodyshots” is that it tries too damn hard to be funny, and it’s not. The song is not funny. Throwing on ridiculous, brightly colored 80’s clothing is not funny. Making a video based on such a poor concept that it pisses me off is not funny. I will say that is shot/put together pretty all right, but for what? It makes me angry that they put in the time and effort for something that I have to take the time and effort to slam; in other words, they’re wasting my time, because I can’t let them go on thinking that they’re awesome. Ben Behfar is more full of himself than me; not only does he think this video is amazing enough to put online, but there are also supplemental videos about the making of this shitball, as well as a website devoted to Nima: this guy who knows he sucks, and plays off that idea.

Oh shit, that sounds familiar. Whatever, I do it better. I know I suck, which is why Dan Ray Sucks. So, if you spend your Friday free time watching videos online to the point where you find one that pisses you off to no ends, because some ass hole thinks it’s funny to present himself in a grandiose, yet silly manner (which has been done before, and better) to make millions of dollars off of Youtube, and you know that’s impossible, but it still bothers you, then you suck too.

Tips to suck less:
-Leave a comment.
-Follow.
-fb/tweet/just tell your friends, friends’ friends, random bums–I don’t care, just do it.
-Finally, don’t make shitty videos.

Cereal: The Every Meal

My love for cereal is so strong that I’ve decided to dedicate my first post in a long time to it.  I truly believe that it can be eaten at any time, and for reason; breakfast, lunch, dinner, desert, snack, you name it: cereal is the every meal.  If restaurants served it, I would order the milky-crisp delight every business lunch, or dinner date.  In fact, I’ve even dreamt of a restaurant called, “The Cereal Bowl”, where they would serve every brand imaginable.  Sometimes I crave so many different types, but don’t want to invest the capital in all of those boxes.  The Cereal Bowl would solve this dilemma!  Not only for me, but also for everyone, because I know I’m not alone on this.

Think about it: every cereal under the sun!  Whether you’re a healthy eater, or a dumb kid who just loves chocolate, we’ll have a cereal for everybody.  Not to mention, we also cater to nerds who are lactose intolerant–and we cater!  Even though I’m so against the idea, as the owner, I think I would even allow mixing and matching; so long as it’s not something stupid, like Cap’n Crunch and Reece’s Puffs.  In my restaurant, soup Nazi rules would apply.  I would also not allow any soggy-type cereal, i.e. Oatmeal; I don’t give a shit how good and good for you it might be.  We serve wet, and crunchy only: cereal racism at its finest.  Even if you eat yours like my brother, who waits until the milk has soaked the pieces for so long that they flop off the spoon!  That’s disgusting, and improper cereal eating etiquette.  “No cereal for you!”

It’s meant to be eaten as fast as possible, so that the bottom of the bowl is just as crunchy as the first bite.  Not to mention, with the popularity of the restaurant you would have to eat fast, or get trampled.  I’ve thought extensively about the layout, too.  It’s definitely not buffet-style, although that would be ideal for the customer; but, in the restaurant business, it’s never really about the customer.  No, it’d be “hip” like Chipotle.  We pour it; you pay it; you get the fuck out.  Second helpings?  You better know ahead of time, or you’re out.  Cereal is a serious matter.  A super cereal matter, you might say?  Well, I would say, “Shut the hell up, and get out of my store!”

That dream will take some time; especially if I wanted to incorporate all of the great ideas, like melted ice cream as milk (I like original milk, but I can understand why someone would enjoy the ice cream, not to mention it’s revolutionary), or fun spoons that come in boxes.  You know: light up, color changing, Trix rabbit character (my favorite), etc.  Until then, we can only hope for it to enter the restaurant world through some sort of testing, such as appetizer, or desert; preferably desert, because if it were appetizer, then I’d never eat my meal.  I can see me now: I’m sitting in a restaurant, and just finishing my meal.  The waiter enters, wearing a tailcoat tuxedo and thin mustache.  He’s French.

“Monsieur, I see that you’re done eating your fancy, high-priced meal, because that’s what famous blog writers such as yourself do.  Are you interested in one of our over-priced deserts, so that your bill is more; thus, giving me a better tip?”
-Me, “I know your gimmicks, Frenchie, but you’ve swayed me to at least look at the menu.”  I scan it, looking for my favorite desert: Franken Berry.  Nothing along the remote lines of cereal even appears.  So, I clear my throat, “I noticed you don’t have Franken Berry.  Are there any other delectable bowls in which I could indulge; Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Fruity Pebbles, or even some Kix?”  I ask not because I don’t know, but because I want a segue into my complaint.
Frenchie, “But,sir, we have world class, chef crafted peanut butter brownie deluxe topped with gourmet ice cre—“
SMACK!  He falls at the might of my backhanded blow.
-Me, “If I wanted your cheap ass deserts, I would have dined at Tuby Ruesdays!  I want something of substance, something I’ll remember.  I want some god damn Franken Berry!”  I throw down my napkin, and he cowers in fear as I shoot to my feet in the most ferocious manner; generating a force so strong that my knee-backs launch my chair across the room.  It hits an old lady eating soup.  I don’t care.  I’m angry, and continue, “I thought this was a classy joint!  I refuse to pay for our meal…Kids, let’s get the fuck out of here.”  He’s still in a fetal position on the floor, so I spit on his face, and exit.  The three kids follow, spitting in sequential order.  My wife isn’t there, I’m not sure why.

My mom’s cousin’s wife (I don’t know the easier way to say that) helped me realize my psychological (although, I would argue it’s physiological, as well) attachment to cereal.  We were chatting about me coming from such a large family, which prompted her to bring up a fond memory she had of her childhood neighbors, whom also had a large family.  She remembered the cereal bowls that they always had sitting around; not plates from warm, cooked breakfasts.  Five kids are simply too hard to handle in the morning, so it’s much easier to give us cereal:  A. It’s nutritious; B. It’s delicious; and C. It allows mom to at least enjoy her coffee before the little shits ruin her day.  You see, cereal is not just a food, but also a bond; not just between milk, and processed crunchies, either.  It brings families together.  Then again, it can also tear them apart; fighting over the last bowl, or last bit of milk–the bit where there’s not even enough to cover the top layer of cereal, yet you make it work.

Sigh…as you can tell, I have a great passion for cereal, and I could really keep this post going, but as much as you would love to continue reading on our (hopefully) shared love for the crunch that keeps us going, I have to bring it to an end: just like every bowl, or box.  (As a side note, I almost shed a tear thinking about that mixed feeling you get at the bottom of a box, when you’re about to enjoy the most amazing burst of flavor, yet you know it’s also the end.  So deliciously painful.)  It’s hard to stop my rant, because I left out some awesome paragraphs; for example, one on hors d’oeuvres, and platters that you party planners would have loved to see!  After re-reading my post, it really hit me that I just wrote a 1000 word essay on why cereal is “the every meal”.  And I feel no shame.  This is why Dan Ray Sucks, and if you grew up fighting over the last bowl of name brand cereal in your cabinet, or wish it were served not only at restaurants, but at its very own, then you suck, too.

Tips to suck less:
-Leave a comment.
-Follow.
-fb/tweet/just tell your friends, friends’ friends, random bums–I don’t care, just do it.
-Finally, eat cereal, and eat it often.