I just finished reading Good Omens for the first time and it reminded me why I think Neil Gaiman is a god. I have to re-read Sandman; it’s been at least a year since I’ve last read it and I’ve just been browsing the tumblr tag, remembering how good it was. If you guys haven’t read it you should get on that.

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Cannot believe this was based off of a comic and AMC picked up for a regular series!

I wanted to be her for Halloween so badly, but that doesn’t look like it’s happening this year. Perhaps next year…

;) - The Sugar

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I have a weekend pass for the New York Anime Fest / Comic Con so expect full coverage including pictures of all the awesome cosplayers and whatever nerdy treasures I manage to find there. 

;) - The Sugar

P.S There’s a possibility that I might cosplay, so get pumped for those pictures too!

Yesterday I discovered what might be a new low in my life of nerdiness. Global Pokédex Plus. It’s essentially a website where you adopt Pokémon eggs, hatch them and breed them in an attempt to fill up an entire Pokédex. Every Pokémon every invented is included in one place and the creators of the website even took it upon themselves to create a few new variations (i.e Easter Bunneary. Ha, get it? It’s a lame pun). 

I’ve been playing for the past 5 hours, which is a problem since the game consists of nothing, but clicking on other people’s eggs in order to help them grow. At this rate I’ll have the worst Carpal Tunnel Syndrome ever, but fuck it ‘cause I’m gonna be a Pokémon Master. If none of you hear from me for a few days you already know why…

;) - The Sugar

P.S I found this game because I was going through withdrawal after playing LeafGreen on my Gameboy for 5 hours and then having the batteries die….

Today my friend Sadie and I went downtown to see a play called Alice In Slasherland, which would prove to be a pure bona fide nerdgasm.

The play was described by the producers as “Veronica Mars meets Evil Dead.” That sentence alone was enough to get Sadie and me to buy tickets. Apparently it convinced a few others as well since the theater was completely packed (although it was a pretty small venue, quite intimate and cozy, if you ask me).

So as I took my seat, decked out in my normal nerd gear (a.k.a a Wolverine t-shirt), I held quite high expectations for this play. As soon as the opening curtain parted I knew that this was going to be the best play I had ever seen. Lo and behold, the main character was standing on stage in none other than a Wolverine Halloween costume. This was definitely a sign from the nerd gods (believe me, they do exist).

My assumptions about the play soon proved to be correct. It was a self-referential masterpiece that never took itself too seriously for even a moment. I mean one of the main characters was a demonic, talking teddy-bear; any attempt at seriousness would have been a failure.

The play told the story of Luis (my buddy in the Wolverine costume) and his new found friend Alice, who just so happened to be a demon-possessed girl who looked uncannily like the Grudge. There was also Luis’ friend and potential love interest, Margaret, Edgar the aforementioned teddy, Lucifer and Jake the Halloween/I Know What You Did Last Summer hybrid villain. Luis accidentally opened a portal to hell and everything from that moment on was a never-ending blur of beautifully choreographed fight sequences, fresh, witty banter and skillful pop culture references.

There was enough to fake blood coupled with quick one-liners to keep me laughing throughout the entire production. They even included a music video style interlude, set to “Total Eclipse of the Heart”, that showed Jake massacring some dumb teenagers at a party in classic slasher-style.

Unfortunately the play’s final curtain call is only a week away. With the final performance on April 10th, I would suggest that if possible buy your tickets now and get you’re ass in that theater! There is a very large chance that I will be seeing it again before it closes.

Using my previously mentioned awesome scale, I give Alice In Slasherland a fire-breathing dragon (a.k.a 10 out of 10).

;) -The Sugar

P.S. This play bears absolutely no parallel to the story about that dumb-ass girl who fell down a hole chasing after a rabbit.

It’s 1:06 am, April 2^nd 2010 and the only thing I can think about is… 

What is cool:

Who is cool in high school? What makes the cool kids cool and the nerdy ones nerdy? I don’t mean the interesting, quirky, “cool” kids. I mean those fuckers who set out to make everyone else’s life a living hell, the circles of so called elite dreams. You all know what I’m talking about, the self-proclaimed “cool kids”, the upper middle, and upper. I’m chuckling…

I can give shit-rocks about being a “cool kid.

I for one, like being a nerd. I like being a dork. I love anime. I like to read manga. I’ve stayed up till five in the morning reading yaoi before. And I’m not afraid to say it. I’ve been to anime-fest twice. I’m not afraid to say it. I’ve seen over 35 anime shows and I’m not afraid to say it. I’m not cool. That is fine. I run around screaming pretending that I’m on meth half the time. I make vivid dinosaur noises. I speak in British accents. I don’t fucking care. Nerds DO not care. They will walk around and be their amazing nerdy, dorky selves while the “cool kids” snarl at them.

What makes you so better, you self-righteous dick.

Cool kids anger me, but not as much as they confuse me. I don’t understand them. They sit in little groups numbers ranging from 3-7, but they are part of larger separate bigger groups, all rummaging together to create one big group of clones.

The girls are maybe the worst: These girls wear the clothing that is “acceptable” “radical” trends. None of these girls have style or a sense of themselves. They hop from: boyfriend jeans with cuts to flannels to fucking fur vests or whatever is in fashionable. Whatever you can scrimmage off the is on the racks of Urban Outfitters and American apparel. Acceptable “hipster” that make real hipster kids angry, “most-modern”, rebel bullshit. The grit, without the grime. These clones giggle about whatever stupid girls giggle about. It could be the prized “awkward Monday”. A time in which you avoid how slutty you were on the weekends or you pretend to avoid it. There is common backstabbing that is naturally accepted. Everyone talks shit about everyone. No one is loyal, but they pretend they are. Fake its all fake. Its so fucking cool…except not.

The boys are tools at best. They gawk about whatever people with no brains gawk about: sports: maybe football or lax. I pray that they get hit just a little too hard… but that doesn’t happen often. Other than sports they burst testosterone with claims of being well endowed, make dumb unrequited jokes, “mack on biddies”, do bro things (whatever that may be…), and they mack on biddies more. Many are obvious womanizers, but its not all their fault solely. The girls let themselves been womanized and then they cry about it. That is just deplorable. I don’t know what else cool guys really do because they don’t really do anything of importance. They just run around like bumbling idiots and proclaim their dominance. The sad part is not many are even cute. They surround themselves with a few “decent” and maybe hot guys, but the rest are… two hands sort of a full house. That wouldn’t matter as much, but unlike “chill kids” (stoners who aren’t really stoners, or are stoners), nerds, or dorks, they don’t have a personality to combat that.

Cool kids listen to whatever is acceptable cool kid music and unfortunately that now includes part of the mainstream music scene. I remember when I first listened to Passion Pit. It was the middle of freshman year and I was in this really weird electronic phase, as well as I started to like the British music I like now. This led me to the Klaxons, who I love and consequently while trying to find music like the Klaxons, I was lead to Passion Pit. I thought they were pretty good and seemingly I started listening to them, as in I was listening to Chunk of Change, not fucking Manners. God. Fast-forward 8 months I look around and every monkey with a pulse is listening to them, because they are in-style i.e Vampire Weekend and Lil Wanye. They listen to whatever everyone else is listening to. 

As a whole the quote unquote “cool kids” are whores. We all know this. They all hook up with each other like a twisted incest infested monarchy. Drama insues freely, like a bird who just learned how to fly. No one really likes each other and no one has a problem with that because high school are the “cool kids” peak. After that, they do nothing. That’s a really awful peak I think. Considering how boring being cool seems.  Its boring. They are all so fucking boring. So WHY in the world are they considered the “cool kids.”

I was reading is article on how to become Popular in High School. And i actually wanted to throw up, but he does make so many good points. While saying he never cared about being popular or “cool” he combated that it is easy to obtain . He even has a point system that includes, but is not limited to:

 2 PP = Earn an after-school detention, Attend the Pep Rally, Crack a witty joke in front of a crowd (+1 if during a class)

5 PP = Get a date and / or enter a relationship ( +5 if they’re at least somewhat popular), Start a fight, Score the winning point(s) at the end of the game in your respective sport

10 PP = Receive straight A’s for a whole year, Purchase and show off an automobile, Host a party at your home (-5 if your parents catch you)

   25 PP = Win a prestigious title such as Homecoming King (or Queen), Win a Sports Championship, Sleep with a teacher

 -5 PP = Act like a pussy and back away from a challenge, break down in the middle of the hall, join the chess team or computer club

Wow right?

Shit, I just don’t understand why though. Why is being a douchebag cool, while being an otaku or a treekie or a little bizarre make you a social lecher? What makes being a boring half attractive whore asshole cool? I’m listening to Nada Surf’s popular right now and its sad to think that even though I live in New York City and I don’t go to a big suburban high school, but rather private school and still I have this bullshit. All the private schools connected are like one big subran high school and I think its worse than that. There are so many kids who think they are cool, but really they are incestal toolish lame people.

Why can’t we celebrate all the weird kids who are a little off beat? I like it. I love kids who aren’t “cool.” I hate kids who have the nerve to call them “weird”, like it’s a bad thing. Everyone’s weird. Everyone has something they do that makes them bizarre or weird and if you can say you’re completely normal, your “cool” you are the worst kind of person. Perfect is boring. Actually fuck that, cool is boring.

If you’ve never been called weird, you suck.

If you’ve never felt alone, your not a real person.

If you’ve never felt awkward, you should have your life care revoked.

If you’ve never done something “out of the ordinary”, you need to die.

Mean girls was a movie. Not your life.

I’m weird. Bizarre. Nerdy and I love it. Have fun with your reign as a cool kid now because your life is going nowhere.

Tally, aka The Spice