Bad Movie Review: King of the Fighters: The Legend of Mai Shiranui (2010)

I tend to fall behind movie releases very easily, so when I get really bored, I literally comb through individual weeks, and see what’s been released, so I can procure new material to watch when I’m bored, which is a lot.  During my last perusing of movies that I likely missed, one particular title caught my attention: King of the Fighters.

Admittedly, in the video game world, I prefer Street Fighter over KOF like people prefer a filet mignon over a Big Mac, but for what it’s worth, I’ve been admittedly entertained by SNK’s bastard retarded attempt at a fighting game franchise before.  Long story short, upon learning that it was directed by Gordon Chan (Typical HK director) I knew what I was getting myself into, but I decided to watch it anyway.

Fucking Hong Kong directors – they pretty much always find a way to ruin any existing properties, and it should come as no surprise to anyone, that King of the Fighters was a piece of garbage.  However, the bigger question is, how does it fare to Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li?

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One positive to a rekindled angst

With my head not necessarily on straight these past days, I’m finding it easier to run in the mornings.  Furthermore, due to the fact that the current gig is 47 miles from my house, in the worst traffic part of Metro Atlanta, I’ve forced myself to wake up at 6:30 a.m., instead of forfeiting any working out at all.  And at least for the last three days, waking up at 6:30 has been less troublesome than when I awoke at 7 a.m. in order to run and do some working out prior to getting to whatever gigs want me there at 9:30-10.

Or maybe it’s the subconscious reminder of rejection that is unconsciously driving me to want to improve myself further again, starting with the physicality, and making running and lifting in the mornings less of a nuisance, and more of a motivation.  Maybe it’s just the structured routine that I’m always aspiring to have that’s doing it.  Either way, good for me, for exercising.

The work itself is easy, time-consuming, and in a way, therapeutic.  I can more or less turn off my brain and mow through assignments like a weedwacker.  Two freelancers were brought in to undertake this project, and I felt that it was unnecessary.  Turns out that I was right, and that while I’m still here, the other guy was sent home.  Not to toot my own horn, but I know I’d be an asset to any fucking company that just had the balls to actually hire me.

A cranberry vodka sounds like a fantastic way to end the day.

Reminded of why I quit my job in 2003

Sandy Springs has the worst traffic on the face of the planet as an exercise I’m going to keep typing until I advance past this stop light which has been 10 minutes so far and only five cars out of a billion are making it through at a time and the surface streets are deadlocked more than Whoopi Goldberg in the figure four, Texas cl

It’s not that awkward, thankfully

But InDesign CS5 absolutely blows.

Awkward is . . .

Yes, the thought of knowing that Pedobear might be watching you pee is a little awkward (btw, this was taken on the wall in front of a men’s urinal at the Borders in Marietta, Georgia).

But that’s not what my awkward moment of the day is.

Awkward is, getting a call from the agency, and telling me that the company where I met the girl, is calling, and is in need of designers.  And seeing as how I can’t seem to get myself a real job, and the work well has been a drier than a 70-year old nun’s twat, I’ve little choice but to accept, since it is 3-4 weeks of guaranteed work.

I know that I probably won’t ever hear from her, or see her again.

Welp, I was wrong.

Honestly, I don’t really know what to expect.  Actually, on second thought, I do – probably a bit of coldness, forced ignorance, lots of ear buds, and of course, awkwardness.  Going to be an interesting next few days . . .