This was going to be a review, but instead it’s going to be a rant. So I bought an item that was €41 plus shipping from the UK. About 18€ extra. Then on top of that, it was supposed to be duty free.
It went up since August 4, 2025 when I got it for $41
So I check my card a few days later after
Not sure why they charged me $83
So they at least told me that they could be a duty so to look it up before I buy. Obviously, government lies and clearly even though there’s not supposed to be a duty based on the HSS code. However, I got hit. DHL basically extorted me to deliver my package. Which is bullshit! However
I finally got me the pedal that has been sold out for months. Normally I would not give in to trendy items. However, this is the only pedal I’ve heard on YouTube that genuinely has the retro sound I’m going for on my Hendrix kick. Maybe a lawyer out there can start a class action lawsuit against customs for this flagrant behavior of lying about bs, but where would government be if they told the truth? All in all, I basically paid full price for a pedal with too much shipping and handling. I will review this in the future.
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Review Here:
Already this thing has proven to be worth the hassle that it became. It’s sturdy casing, excellent buttons and does exactly what it is supposed to. Already attached to my rig and my sounds emanating from it are very old school. It’s easy to set up and get going and would probably be even better if I got a pedal for it. The downside to it is that, it’s going to be a pain in the ass if you’re a gig’er and you make different songs using different dials to really direct a sound. So if you fall into that camp, make a playlist of your music that you can keep the controls the same all night. If you’re like me and just love playing the guitar and don’t gig, you’re going to love this little puppy. It’s the right tone and price to play your favor to songs and is filled with ao much versatility in styles, it will be months before you exhaust a quarter of its settings. It’s the perfect thing for me. Not to mention, unlike other products, this one’s dials go to 11. Nice!
INTRODUCTION: So I’m only watching this because MJF is in it. It really doesn’t need a sequel, like most of Adam’s movies, because they all interchangeably the same. Man child with metal impairment tries to make people laugh. The only one that’s let laughing is normally Sandler himself with his large bags of money.
PLOT: Adam Sandler, desperate for relevancy, revives unneeded character for Netflix.
CHARACTERS: Fuck the returning cast. We’re going to look at the newbies.
Some of the newer rookie characters could been slightly better developed, but otherwise it’s not horrible. Becky lynch being the least interesting of the characters.
ACTING: Mostly excellent. MJF was excellent, even in such a small role. Becky Lynch acting is almost as good as her Jeopardy episode. lol
DIALOGUE: excellent.
HUMOR: Dated and cliche Adam Sandler stuff, but it works.
FX: really good for a comedy
MUSIC: excellent.
SUBTEXT: none.
CONCLUSION: A sequel no one needed, and no one asked for. However, unlike anything since his movie like Grown Ups has Adam Sandler really managed to recover from, in my mind, a failing career. However, this movie pretty much turns that around and gives Adam Sandler movie the old charm of the 90s original, but matures it in a new way. Even changing some old tropes on its head in the process. Really heartfelt and beautiful. Sandler in top form.
It’s that time of year again. Days are going to start getting shorter, half naked woman cover up and the heat dwindles to a chill. Which means only one thing is relevant now. football season is here!!!!
Welcome to KageDay’98, cleverly named for the famous PlayStation one game, obviously! /sarcasm
Here’s my picks for the upcoming season and as always remember, I do this for myself to improve, there is NO such thing as an expert in sports betting, you place a bet on any of these, you do so of your own volition and I bare no culpability in your bad decisions.
Below, not necessarily in chronological order, is most the weeks of the season. It be nice to see Detroit hit the playoffs at min. Odds are SF and KC will be there too. Probably even the ravens again like last season. NE Pats are probably doomed until I’m close to my 50s. I love the Panthers and would love to see them hit the bowl and win it this time, but that might not be this season. These are all preliminary and card subject to change based on injuries. I picked a majority of teams are like likely to have the best odds going in and a few underdog matches as well. I predict that SF will probably be on the rise and end up humbled in one of their games by Nov-Dec season, happens every season to one of their games best teams.
Superbowl is open to most, but would not be shocked to see the chiefs back in the picture. Who there opposition is? Well, time will tell. Judging by the pic, if the people were right about the sports writers and NFL being written like the WWE, it predicted the SF 49ers. So…
I’ve spent the majority of my life not popular, and I’m very thankful for that. I never understood the concept of people wanting this as a thing. It’s one thing to be liked by people you have a mutualism with. It’s one thing to not want to make enemies either. However, the excess frequency of which people desire to have throngs of people liking them made no sense to me. I mean, relevant means something integral to the proceedings. Which means most celebrities are irrelevant on a daily basis. Why would anyone care about a random weirdo on the internet and even follow them with nothing in it for them?
I know people say, that’s easy to say, but not many have genuinely walked the path of resistance like I have. Here’s an interesting story.
Social media didn’t exist and back in my teen years, I lived up north from Biddeford and joined the high school. Upon joining the school, I was met with an accidental task, put a bully in his place. I did that and was apparently rewarded with social acceptance or popularity. Nothing like coming home and having the next door neighbor, also the landlord, talk about how I’m the buzz of social circles. Apparently because full grown adults have nothing better to do than talk about teenagers in the 2003 era.
Compared to other schools I went to, where such made you a bigger target, this was different.
So cool, right? Well, no. It was worthless. Compared to when I wasn’t liked by anyone. I made almost no money at anything I tried to make money at. I could not find a job, and this was a aera with zero opportunity , so it’s more intelligent insulting to hear “something will come up.” I was 17, my adulthood was about to start. Not something I wanted to hear at that point. Shit, I wasn’t even invited to parties I wasn’t going to go to anyways. Instead of it just being because we don’t like each other, it’s because I’m more introverted, according to them. To which I was like “No shit, I said that.”
Ironically, I got even less pussy options than I normally get for being disliked. Oh, I was considered attractive, but nothing like most just ignoring you in general. I had like 3 chicks that went to that school, that liked me enough for us to attempt something. one was a Christian that like my Elvis impression and that was probably the most interesting part of those three.
The best option I had up there was a woman who hung out with the sister of my sister’s sister. But her friend, who was also into me, pretty much banned her from being around me. Not a way to get on my good side. Apparently that girl became a low level model or something. I was told by the chick that banned her around me, years later.
So how’s that to the start to adulthood? This is what idiots I went to school with coveted? This is why they wore the same clothes as others to “fit in?” To not get laid? To not make money? What the fuck type of life is this? Needless to say, nothing went anywhere with anything. Not a horrible tradgy when you factor in there was nowhere to take a chick anyways. I spent most my time hanging with a 25 year old and his 18 year old friend playing cards.
Wasn’t popularity the thing that was supposed to be the opposite of this?
This is not how my life had normally gone, up til then. Shit at one point in my life, different area, they threatened to expel me from school for non conformity. I took them up on the offer. in essence, selling my soul for rock and roll. I digress though.
I would later meet some of the kids that went to that high school in a different aera and it turns out, they were confirming to Gen X/Gen Z style “personalities” and was weird, for them, to find out my personality aspects were genuine.
This is all relevant to a future article, I swear, however it’s important to note that this is why few things ever make sense to me and why I write. I need to make sense of a world that has never been intended for a man like myself. It makes zero sense. I may or may not be the only one that sees the insanity, but hey, that is life.
All I know is that infamy, seems to be the better gig in this world and maybe because you can’t spell infamous without “I’m Famous.” or maybe it’s because it forces these bitches to be real for once.
If life had taught me one thing by the time I was 16, it was that I was smarter than 99% of adults. However, that would change one Autumn day.
Fryeburg Maine, 2002. I’m 16 years old and the annual fair was taken place across from my parents place. I’ve been to other fairs, but not this one. This one wasn’t anything like Topsfeild in Massachusetts, it looked more rural and hick-ish from the outside, however, when you got in an inspected it, it had a quaint Cham.
So Maine has a rule that states if a game is modified, even if it’s “gambling” you can play provided you’re at least 16 years of age. So me being me, I borrowed a dollar from my mom and played a pick the color game. That dollar became $20, which is 2002 was like $100 for a 16 year old. So I gave my mom her initial investment back, and pocketed $19 dollars in quarters and walked into the great unknown, while my parents stuck with my younger siblings. Like a hot chick in an ovulation cycle, a booth appeared. Not just any booth, but the golden goose of booths. It had the coveted WWF, then just turned WWE, reproduction belts. You know, the $300 dollar ones.
The belt of Austin, Rock, Hogan, HHH, The Undertaker and many more.
So I bite like a guppie on a hook. What’s the game? Easy, toss the ball and have it drop into the bucket.
It be like that
So I figured out quickly that I’m advantaged here, cause I love science and this is an easy physics concept. Naturally I’m smarter than a carney, right? Nope! $19 dollars later and I’m broke and pissed off. Why? Because hubris blinded me in that moment and it wasn’t as easy as I thought. Years later Mythbusters would do an episode on pretty much the exact same concept, they even shared my bias, and got the exact opposite I did. Well, at least people that are smarter got to waste Discovery channels money rather than their own to find that out, as I did.
I believe this is the episode
An all over a dumb cosplay title belt. I eventually one upped the carney, thanks to Gimp and created a picture of me with said belt in question.
Revenge is mine!!!!
And a few years after that, nature was kind and through a random chance occurrence, I got to actually hold one finally.
Too sweet!
And not just any belt, it was one that John Cena had personally gifted to a make a wish youth that lived in the city and they were kind enough to let me take a picture with it.
So like the black guy in Harold and Kumar pointed out “The Universe tends to unfold as it should, plus I got a pretty big penis ,so that keeps me happy”
Moral of the story? Just because you’re advantaged, doesn’t mean you’re going to win. Sometimes the universe, as my best friend always likes to remind me, has other plans. In this case, it was reminding me that I was not smarter than a carney.
This article is aimed mostly at the youth. It’s a time, long ago, in a Galaxy far, far away, known as 2008. Back then I was 22 and unemployed as a majority of you guys seem to be, according to the internet. I did my job as a student and got the As, took the SATs, would have been pretty much garuntee ivy leagues in my age range. However, much like Obama’s change, the economy was going to tank and change everything. It was bad enough as is seeing jobs hire people with felony wraps being hired, while you worked hard, did your due diligence, flew the straight and narrow and worked towards your goals. Life’s unfair, or so I heard from people in my age all the time, bitching about the position they put themselves into. Where’s my commercial as the old saying goes? Nowhere. They drank, they drugged, they had failed relationships, they got pregnant and spit out a kid with a random and kept bemoaning their life. It’s hard to find a position that you put yourself into as something I’m supposed to understand 100. The other side, sat their ass on the couch and looked for attention on YouTube.
Now, I equally had access to YouTube as everyone did, but I saw no value past hosting on it. Sitting around in my room all day was something I mostly did as a teenager, didn’t sound like a great way to spend my 20s. So for me, I went with EBay. Back in the 80s, the Reganite was recalibrating from a late 1970s recession. 1992 would have as well and I can remember vividly how often my father would talk about the price of gas then vs the price of gas in 1992. He had a job and he would flip things on the side sometimes for extra cash. Maybe it would pan out for me as well? Well around this time, 2008, he was running a non profit that was gifted to him by a clergyman around here, because he had the experience and business acumen. That happened a few years before 2008, but he still kept it up. So since couldn’t find a god damn job, I asked if I could take the mini cola fridge from him. I took it home, cleaned it. Spent a dollar on my debit card, opened a EBay account, and put up my Nintendo DS game collection along with D&D and Whitewolf RPG collection to kickstart this thing. Two positive reviews later and boom, we sold the mini fridge next and it snowballed from there.
I was working on several other things at the time, writing being one of them. However EBay played way better than the writing was. Hence why this website came 3rd after EBay. After was college then Bestinyourgirl.,com. However I was setting things up for that back then.
I worked two hours a week on EBay and enjoyed it. Some days I woke up to $100 dollars. Nice given that it stretched pretty well in a recession world. Remember, recession and inflation are two different things.
I was definitely doing better than my peers and while it wasn’t going to make me rich, at least being able to get what I needed to do was good. I was given near perfect conditions for this too. I was young, not married, no girlfriend, no college debt, no kids, no car, no Obama care payments or other bullshit in my way. This was pretty much the best it was going to get at that point in my life.
My recession was way easier than most others. Money flowed well enough. While there could still be tough times here or there, at least I wasn’t wasting away a druggie that cared about how they had to choose their kids diapers or their next fix and I know you know that trope well, since TikTok used to be filled with the people my age that had “narcolepsy” passed out with a fellow peer of yours in the backseat. horrible things. At this point I was very thankful for the lot I was given in life. I barely spent any of my money on fun things, albeit I did redo my Freddy costume from the 90s in the modern world and bought myself a nice bit of pipe tobacco and maybe the odd cigar.
And I may or may not have listened to this a bit one too many times.
Here comes the money!
For the most part, I was happy in that. Now a days I have nothing to show for it, cause it didn’t allow for a lavishly decadent lifestyle, but it afforded me the things that truly mattered, such as time with my best friend, time with my family and plenty of guitar playing.
The conditions now, for you, are kind of similar, except for the pesky bullshit of WW3. Too be fair, we both had the war on terror looming back then as well. However you have the negative aspect of inflation, which makes the dollar stretch less. This sucks, but is manageable. You face druggies now using internet sites to fund their fix, while You get yourself ahead for the more important things in life. Fact of the matter I been there, done that and got myself in a decent positioning. While there are things I would do better, life through us all a curveball. I chose not to have kids, given the horrible pool of eligibles. You guys have some good peers and can maybe make something of that with a family. In my middle age, I’m finding the Gen Z family TikTok’s to be cute. At least I’m not a pathetic old man, so I got that going for me.
The moral of the story though, life gives you trials by fire and men and woman who walk the path are forever forged in steel. So keep rocking and don’t let this bullshit get ya down.
Here’s another song I listened too one too many times. Maybe it will serve you well too!
It’s about make a little music every day til you die, it’s a beautiful ride.
Best in Your Girl 