Not from the blog or the radio show or anything dramatic. There comes a time in a man’s life when he has to realize that he no longer has any say in the world. That he has lost touch. That he is a bitter, cantankerous old codger that no longer knows what is relevant in modern pop culture. It began in my early twenties with American Idol. I have never understood it. Never watched it. I always found it lame and feminine. It continued with things like emo music, typing “lol” after every sentence and grown men giving a crap who Taylor Hicks is. Or Taylor Swift. I shit you not, I have NO idea who Taylor Hicks/Swift is.

The reason I told you that was to tell you this. I can’t handle most things that people find entertaining. I was lucky enough to max out at 5000 friends on facebook a while back. Because of that I have about 200 requests that have been chilling in my queue for quite a while. I drop below 5000 from time to time when an asshole has to be banned, so I was trolling through my pending requests tonight to try and approve some new pals.

The pictures above are guys that have requested me on facebook. I really enjoy conversing with people online and am humbled when people want to spend more time with me than they already do. That being said, these guys all look like huge douchebags and look to have no problem with it what so ever. To the contrary. They are proud enough of the fact that they made these pictures there “profile pic” for all the world to see. What I have learned is that is very socially acceptable for men to act like teenage girls. Not only is it acceptable, but it is in vogue. I guess there is nothing wrong with it, it’s just something I don’t understand.

Men who say “OMG.” Men that wear purple sunglasses and white pants. Men that think that “Baby are you down, down, down, down” song is really great. Men that have never seen Godfather. Men that talk about how excited they are to go home and watch “Glee” on their Tivo. I don’t understand this world, nor do I have any real desire to. Mine is not the world of Wine Bars and sushi. Mine is the world of Lynyrd Skynyrd, spaghetti westerns and Budweiser.

I don’t quote “Jersey Shore” with my friends. I don’t wear capris. I order beer and whisky in bars, not energy drinks. I prefer the “Stripes” Bill Murray to the “Lost in Translation” Bill Murray. I don’t get Sam Rockwell. I don’t appreciate underground hip hop. I watch Rambo every time it comes on AMC. I don’t jailbreak my iphone. I am in the minority and every day it feels like that becomes more and more evident. Don’t get me wrong I will try new things from time to time. I am & will be open to new ideas, but I won’t buy into bullshit. I won’t sacrifice what I am for what is trendy. I am not what is popular and it’s time that people like me come to grips with that fact.

Hey friendos.  Little whoring here from us at the Fukerton.  In order to make room for the new RodKast shirts, the Fukerton and MSM shirts are coming down.  There are a few left over so if you wanted one, now is the time. I wear both of these shirts all the time and they are both still in great condition.  The list for the sizes left are as follows:

This is your last chance to be a part of history! Click HERE if you are interested. If not, we are still cool.

I take full credit for the resurgence of Zombies in popular culture.  I was popping zombie skulls back when you were a gleam in yer daddies eye!  I feel a swell of pride when my favorite undead shufflers become main stream enough to be a group of interest to the likes of NPR.  Read on, true believer:

George A. Romero certainly didn’t invent zombies, but with his 1968 cult classic Night of the Living Dead, he created a lasting cinematic mythology for them.  In Romero’s taxonomy of horror, zombies are undead creatures that feed on human flesh. If they bite you, you die — and then return from the dead, a zombie yourself.

“Rule 1 for zombies: You have to want to kill people,” says horror screenwriter Kirsten Elms. “You have to want to rip someone’s throat out — it doesn’t matter if they are your mother or your wife or your dog.” The simple but satisfying explanation Romero offered for their existence? That when “there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the Earth.”

And there’s only one way to stop them: Take off their heads.  Naturally, they’ve proven immensely popular. They’re highly adaptable, for one thing, serving as apt metaphors for everything from racism (in Night of the Living Dead) to science gone wrong (in 28 Days Later).

Plus, they’re fun to kill — hence a new crop of Nazi zombies, on parade in the Norwegian film Dead Snow. (It’s screening in New York, and available on demand from cable’s IFC In Theaters channel.)

Dead Snow’s rotting storm troopers are just one phalanx in a full-scale zombie invasion, though. Recently, the undead seem to be shuffling aimlessly into every corner of our pop culture.

Borders bookstores feature a wall of zombie literature that runs the gamut from The Zombie Survival Guide to Pride and Prejudice and Zombies to Zombie Haiku.

The undead have even infected our language and the way we talk about things. Zombie banks? Check. But have you heard of a “zombie process?” Maybe if you’re a tech geek.

“In my field, if it’s ‘zombified,’ it’s a zombie process,” says IT architect Kevin Workman. “That means it’s alive, but it’s not responding to normal stimuli. It’s kind of got a will of its own at that point, and then we got to kill it.”

But you can’t keep a good zombie down. Staring out from vacant eyes, these undead rise every few years to provide the perfect blank canvas for social commentary. Romero himself reanimated his franchise with 2005’s Land of the Dead to criticize the Bush administration.

Phil Luque, programmer for the San Diego Asian Film Festival Extreme, says zombies provide the ideal means of slipping social messages in under the radar.

“If you want to tell somebody, ‘I don’t like you and I don’t like the way you’re running the government,’ if I can tell it through a zombie movie, they’re not going to care,” Luque says. “It’s just a zombie movie.”

Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright paid homage to Romero’s socially conscious zombies in their 2004 film Shaun of the Dead.

“We wanted to keep that spirit … to comment on consumerism,” Pegg says. “And in Day of the Dead, on vivisection — and use them as a metaphor.”

“Zombies meant different things in different eras,” says Wright, who co-wrote and directed Shaun of the Dead. “We always said our zombies are a metaphor for apathy. It’s kind of like the great plague is laziness, so it was like the zombies represent sloth.”

Zombies are also the perfect faceless villain, says undead fan Trent Reid. They’re not alive, and they don’t have too many fans, so “[whatever] you do to them doesn’t really matter — you can kill them in the most ridiculous graphic ways.”

Like in the video games Resident Evil and Left 4 Dead. And parents don’t complain about the carnage — at least not the way they did about their kids killing hookers in Grand Theft Auto. If those had been zombie hookers, it’d be a different story.

That’s why Call of Duty: World at War, like Dead Snow, opts for Nazi zombies. Gotta love killing them.  But no matter what form these undead take, remember — aim for the head.

I hate to say I told you so.  Actually I love to say it.  I told you so.  For the rest of the article, click HERE, dead head.

The game done change.  The halls of 10800 are on lockdown.  If your run your mouth, you like to got dealt with.  We got the gold, we make the rules.  John Auville’s mouth was writing a check his ass couldn’t cash.  The Main Event Mafia is the ATM machine.  We are open 24 hours and we got lot’s of cash.  Ask about us.