When thinking outside the box just isn't enough
Despite criticism from fans based on interviews, the Heavy Montréal line-up ended up being one that should sell more tickets than its 2013 incarnation. Headlining one of the days, love them or hate them, is Metallica. The other day will go to Slayer, appearing at Heavy MTL for the first time since 2010. Other featured […]
Back when LA Noire came out in 2011, it took the gaming world by storm with its episodic mission structure, facial animation technology and unique gameplay. While the game
Going into E3, I was doubting Microsoft. After debuting the Xbox One the way they did, I thought there was no way
Dexter is in its 8th and final season with only 10 episodes left. With speculation on how the series will play out running high amongst fans, ForumM has uncovered that IMDB lists Lauren Velez as Capt. Maria LaGuerta in episode 4, Scar Tissue. Could this be a return in the form of a video tape […]
This weekend I saw a very interesting post on Forget the Box co-founder Jason C. McLean’s Facebook wall in which Rage Against the Machine’s Tom Morello criticized republican Paul Ryan for listing Rage as his favourite band…
It’s a yes because everything just works and falls into place like a well-crafted puzzle. In fact, The Dark Knight Rises, like Nolan’s previous two Batman films, isn’t just a good super hero film. It’s a damn good film period
As a student living in Ontario, I pay more for tuition than Quebec students. I don’t have any scholarships. I pay full price. If I was told I would be paying around $450+ more a year, I honestly wouldn’t care. I really fail to see why students in Quebec are taking this so difficultly. It makes me laugh, and ashamed, that I have to share a country with a province that comes across as having such a sense of entitlement
I love free stuff. I also love it when free stuff actually isn’t supposed to be free. If you haven’t caught on by now, let me spell it out for you: pirating. Not that it’s a good thing to pirate music or software or movies, but when you’re broke as hell, sometimes it’s just a good idea to do a few Google searches. And there are faster ways to get the files you want without using torrents and praying that the file you want has been seeded. This is a guide to get what you want faster than any other method I have discovered…
A few weeks ago I visited a cemetery to dance and spit on MySpace’s grave. I don’t know whose space it was, but I know it wasn’t my space. I never had a MySpace. It was probably Tom’s space. Who Tom is, I’ll never know. All I know is Zuckerberg looks down on him just like Shaq looks down on short Japanese men. If Shaq ever went to Tokyo, you know Godzilla would be nearby to fight him. Sounds cool, right? Godzilla vs. Shaq Fu? Badass. Anyway, I never liked the name ‘MySpace’…
I’m thankful that one day you are going to die. That one day your blood will be split and it shall be washed away like water flowing into a drain. I am thankful that one day, someone’s going to snap, grab a meat cleaver and tear your face apart. Rip your ears off. Your eyes. Your nose. Your lips. I am thankful that one day, I can smile as I stand above your grave and slam a knife deep into the toxic soil. And I will whisper softly, “this is why I’m thankful” as you burn below in hell’s infinite fires. People like you are a virus. A disease. Something that needs a cure. Something that needs to be eradicated. Tortured. And left for dead. You see, what you are, is an infection in my system. A glitch in my subconscious. You’re the epitome of everything I hate, and everything I want to destroy. You resemble icons of the past: liars, manipulators, sinners, murderers, rapists — the list goes on and on and on. And it doesn’t end. Why should it? How can it when you continue to breathe the same air I do as if it’s your God-given right? How can you walk the same roads I walk, see the same things I see, and hear the same things I hear? You’re not me. Quite the opposite. The exact opposite.
It was snowing. Children played outside in the winter wonderland, throwing snowballs at one another, chasing each other, making snow angels with smiles on their faces. Christmas was coming, and snow, more than anything else, symbolized what the holiday was all about. Family. Love. The birth of Jesus Christ — the man who died for our sins. One would think that everyone would be excited that the big day was coming, but there were some people who hated life. Some people, like my father. I could remember that morning more than anything else in my life. More than graduating from university. More than the first time I made love to my wife. This was it for me, this was the day I became a man. My little brother and sister sat inside, trying to drown out the sounds of my mother’s moans coming from the other room.
