Those are groupings of words (out of context) from a book written in 1919 by N.D Sickels, and this thing has got to be the craziest writing style I've ever seen. Full of hyperbole, excessive use of CAPS LOCK (I don't know how you even do caps lock on a typewriter), quotations applied "to" random words, Capitalization Assigned at Whim, and out-of-nowhere rhyming. I don't know what this guy is talking about half the time in this book, but I do know that I want to rob the hell out of his writing style.
Sickels was a smart guy, who's brain was filled with so many facts and opinions that I think he just kind of vomitted his whole brain into a book. Not all the things he says are coherent, but quite a bit of what he says is pretty interesting. He's like a whackier version of Buckminster Fuller, I guess.
I don't know why, but I have a feeling this guy's voice sounded similar to Julius Sumner Miller's (no reason in particular...just a hunch):
Mr. T once engaged in a conversation which ensued as follows,
"Mr. T: Rappin' is a way of saying' knock knock.
Audience: Who's there?
Mr. T: Me! Open the door and listen to what I got to say."
-T., Mr., "Be Somebody... or Be Somebody's Fool!" (see: the section on Rappin')
This statement is true, Rappin' is a great method for someone to express themselves and their opinions on life. Many people over the course of the last 40 years have chosen to use Rappin' in that fashion, they have rapped about: how tough life is, love, their neighborhoods, how much they enjoy using or selling illegal substances, how dangerous their gang is, and a myriad of other topics. It seems that the topic list may be running short, as people have taken to rappin' about seemingly odd topics.
The following songs are such cases...rap topics that make you scratch your head a bit and think "why are they rappin' 'bout that?" The entries will be filtered to exclude really bad rap and completely inane rap. This isn't about bad rappers, it's about rappers who rap about odd topics (though some may be quite awful mind you).
But before we begin, we must first debunk and clarify a song which has made people scratch their heads over a specific lyric which is not what they may believe it to be.
Betty White?
Betty has been re-launched into super-stardom of late, and has apparently been pre-approved by her local branch for unlimited Gangsta Cred. But, was Betty's gangsta cred a misunderstanding? It appears so.
In Dr. Dre's 1992 smash-hit rapsong "Deep Cover" he makes this statement:
"Tonight's the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin" (Deep Cover, 1992)
The Force? Ya. But Gangsta? Naw.
I believe many people over the years have misheard this lyric as "Betty White" when in fact he is referring to Betty Wright, the woman who sang a song named "Tonight's the Night" back in the 1960's. Dre was not giving a shout out to Betty White by any means, he was obviously giving a shout out and props to a more understandable subject.
Betty has taken this false cred and put out her own rhymes of late, and her Rappin' is not necessarily bad...but when you observe it you must be aware that she is Rappin' under false pretenses. She by no means has any Gangsta Cred...any preconceived cred was mis-attributed.
Murder She Wrote...
Straight up O motherfuckin' G?
A similar era-adjusted contemporary of Betty's, Angela Lansbury, may have more gangsta cred than anyone has given her credit for. Angela starred on the hit TV show Murder She Wrote which ran concurrent and parallel with Betty White's Golden Girls show. Angela is very similar in all respects to Betty, yet may be an actual gangsta.
Murder She Wrote was a network television mystery drama where Angela was a writer/super-sleuth who solved who-dun-its with the greatest of precision and ease. On the surface, Angela appears to be about as gangsta as a young Ethel Merman, yet rappers have been giving her serious shout-outs and mad props throughout the history of Rappin'. Take this song from the She-Vanilla Ice of the nineties Ms. Tairrie B.,
Tairrie (an ebonicized version of Terry? I dunno) is horrible and awful, yet she is without any doubt giving mad props to Angela Lansbury in this song. Her bad-ass image appears to be a hommage to her, and Murder She Wrote is repeated ad-nausem through out the rapsong. This is very interesting, yet due to Tairrie's awfulness in the face of Rappin' we cannot use this as a proper method of adorning Angela with true and deserved props.
Angela Lansbury's real props comes from this great song...WARNING...it is really catchy:
Reggaemen extraordinaire Chaka Demus and Pliers use "Murder She Wrote" as the chorus in their hit rapsong of the same name as well, and this one is fucking good.
A noticeable phenomenon in the rap game is to just copy what other people did, and a quick scan of youtube proves that many people not only enjoyed either Tairrie B's or Demus and Plier's ditties but ripped them off as well. A surprising amount of amateur rappers on youtube have songs named and chorused with "Murder She Wrote." I'll collect a few examples of horrible plagiarists who stole the Murder She Wrote idea...
In conclusion, Angela is never specifically named in any of these songs, yet it is undeniable that they are giving a shout-out to her TV show and thusly giving her said shout-out. Unlike Betty White who is 100% undeserving of her credibility...Angela Lansbury appears to be the real deal, one might go as far as saying that she is straight poppin' Gangsta.
Movin' Right Along,
Okay, enough gangsta old ladies for one sitting...let's move on to something a little fresher and better. Something a little cooler and modern.
The following song is great, it is rapped by a man named Random, it is a wonderful and beautiful rapsong by a talented rapper. It is a love-style rap song about a man's love for a woman, a beautiful woman who he wants to take far away and be alone with for the rest of his days, yet it is a scandalous and forbidden love which can never truly blossom, the man is like Romeo and the woman is like Juliette, they are in love but are not allowed to be due to circumstances out of their control. The song ends with the woman committing the ultimate display of true love as she self-sacrifices herself for her beloved man...it is a tragic rapsong...a tragic tragic rapsong...
Lyrics:
This is a mission not a small time thing Got me on the case like I'm Sherlock, Holmes My dome kinda messed up from what I've been seein And what I've been hearin, got me not knowin what to believe in I was breezin, battlin bosses The record is flawless, zero losses 'Til I came across this, stunning young piece Who resided at the bottom of the sea - and she Told me her name was Splash Woman Beautiful but deadly, she was mad cunning Had a voice that could soothe the savage Beast, her physique was way above average Magic the way she got me in a spell Got me on lockdown, sort of like a cell But I got a mission that I can't afford to fail My girl, I got a secret to tell, umm... I don't know how to say this So I'm a just say it, that you my favorite Even underwater I'm enchanted by your fragrance You're the one to play with, won't you, be my baby? Or maybe, we can get up out of this land And maybe get a bite somewhere my dear Even though she knew the truth about Ran I had a feeling she would understand, yo I got a chance
Chorus:
Thought I was in love before But I love you more, so baby come aboard And go away with me, so I can make you see What you mean to me, and baby we can be Free... oh ohhhhh, under the sea Oh ohhhhh, just you and me
Seem like every couple years I get that feeling Feelin like I'm about to hit that ceiling But I cain't cause it's time for spikes And when I reach the lair I know it's time to fight I couldn't do it, Punk'd out like Ashton's victims She started singin and I had to listen It was lovely, when she sang, the fish came All of a sudden the mission changed, insane~! She told me about her true purpose She was a state victim that fell through the surface A few days ago the contract expired And she was scheduled to be thrown into the fire And Wily gave her a reason to live So now she gotta do what he says She said a tear and said you don't understand I gotta stick to the plan, I owe everything to this man So please Mega Ran, don't take it personal Cause it hurts I know, I'll make it worse y'know But he saved me baby To turn my back on Wily would be just plain crazy She said it's the only way it can end Let the, battle begin and we can't be friends So my heart sunk low as the lair door closed Drew the Mega Buster cause it's time to roll, here we go
[Chorus]
So the battle was on, it was fierce She hit me in the side and left my armor pierced On her command, the fishes attacked me I cocked the Mega Buster and hit 'em exactly But the battle took a turn that was odd Every time I fired a shot, she didn't dodge She took each blast from the arm cannon Smiled at me as every shot was landin At first I didn't know what she was plannin Then suddenly I started understandin Yo I think she lettin me win Givin me what I need so I can get to the end By the 17th hit she began to stagger Fell to the ground so I ran and grabbed her Looked up in her eyes as she tried to laugh Pulled me close and handed me her staff I said I wish it didn't have to be like this I'm thinkin he might miss her if she be my miss She said don't be foolish, you gotta do this Let the whole city know what the truth is Said boy you got stuff to do Said girl I woulda gave it all up for you I feel invincible when I'm holdin you But as far as love goes I'm 0-for-2
(Random, Splash Woman)
It is a great love poem and the beat makes it a great rapsong...wait a second...spikes on the ceiling? Mega buster? Is he? Oh my goodness...is this cat Rappin' about playing Mega Man!? That's amazing, not only is it great poetry and has a catchy beat, but the absolute silliness that this song is about something as awesome as Mega Man gives it an entertainment value which is off the charts (to me anyhow).
Turns out, that all of Random's rapsongs are about playing Mega Man and he's got dozens of them. Dozens and dozens of rapsongs about playing Mega Man. Wow. I'm not making fun of him, in fact, I'm a geek and a huge fan of the old Mega Man games. In fact, my family physician recently recommended that I beat Mega Man 2 at least 5 times per annum in order to stay healthy and fresh, and it is a regimen I am sticking to.
The first song I heard of Random's was a song about not wanting to grow up set to the beat of Woodman's level in Mega Man 2 (listen to it here). For those of you who don't know, Mega Man 2 is not only the best and most addictive game ever made, but it is also the deepest piece of literature ever created.
It's ok, it's over...get some rest now man.
Mega Man 2 is an epic story, about a robot who just wants to stand on top of buildings, feel the wind in his hair, and be free. Yet, a terrible psycho bent on revenge and hatred builds 8 evil robots to kill Mega Man and enslave the world...the psycho is unable to best our hero who easily defeats the robots in turn. After saving the planet, Mega Man wants no reward or fame...he is content on taking a long walk back home which takes him two full years, he walks through the changing seasons from summer to fall to winter and back, and when he finally gets to where he's going, he gazes upon the safety and security of his home, takes his helmet back off to let the wind into his hair again, and he begins the unwinding process. It's so simple, but very deep.
Other contributors to Mega Man 2 folklore through music include Brental Floss, and whoever the fuck wrote that song Okkusenman which has been covered about a thousand times now. These are not rapsongs but are related to this section for their Mega Man 2 folklore qualities alone:
"We revive vividly memories, but now we've forgotten all that as we grew up, and we're living each day as if we're being chased by something..."
-The Dude who sings Okkusenman
(End Note: I think Thairrie B's "Murder She Wrote" was actually a tongue-in-cheek joke engineered by either Robert Townsend or Keenan Ivory Wayans. I'm not sure if Thairrie was in on this joke or not. No data shows for or against this claim, but I have a pretty strong hunch.)
The Hall of Fame is where the heroes of today are enshrined and their legacy preserved for future generations. Similar to how we explore ancient Roman Coliseum ruins and find statues of old athletes and all-stars of yesteryear, people in the far reaches of the future shall look at the ruins of the Western world and happen upon the temple of baseball heroes and look in awe at the heroes of the past.
Yet if history is to take its course un-altered, one great hero will not be found. One of the best, and most heroic of baseball heroes of the era will not be preserved and enshrined into the aeons.
The legend...Tim Raines.
My Bias
Before we begin arguing in favor of the Rock, I must first declare that I have a very personal bias in favor of the Rock.
I remember most of my life after the age of 2 years old, and one memory I hold dear, is at the age of 3 years old, when I first witnessed a major league baseball player hit a homerun. It was at Olympic Stadium and it was hit by Tim Raines, the ball hit a Coca-Cola sign in left-center field and I was awe struck by this feat which I thought (at the time) could never be equaled.
After that I had an unhealthy obsession with the game of baseball. I learned to read boxscores when I was 4 years old, and started typing up fake boxscores on a typewriter (this was before home computers were in fashion) in 1987 at the age of four. My other favorite player in that era was Herm Winningham (only because I liked the sound of his name, similar to how I liked the sound of the name "Mookie Wilson"). Herm and Tim Raines enjoyed most of the success in those fictitious typewritten boxscore, I remember Tim Raines hit over 2000 triples one year in those made up seasons I simulated in my parents backyard. My dad cut some wooden bases and upholstered them in purple fabric for me to fool around with. The Expos games during the offseason in the late eighties happened in my mind and were acted out in my backyard, awaiting for the next season to start again.
...you can Rock 'til 101 years old...
The numbers were so fascinating, all those beautiful statistics. I think I liked the stats better than the actual game sometimes. Baseball sabremetricians (the medical term for them) record so much data on the events that transpire in the game that it's almost unreal. My introduction into this world of sabremetircs, and therefore mathematics, occurred at such a young age thanks to baseball...and thanks to that homerun hit by Tim Raines in 1986 at Olympic Stadium in Montreal, Quebec, Canada.
I also think I developed a very inclusive human attitude very early on in life, thanks to that homerun. I'm a white guy, and when I first started meeting white people who were racist against blacks...I almost took it personal. They were talking about my childhood hero when they said the "N" word and I didn't like that very much. I saw the stupidity of all forms of arbitrary pointless human hatred at a very young age thanks to baseball.
Obviously as I grew up, I started to see that baseball is mainly a game centered around corporate greed and human growth hormones...but there's still a place reserved in my brain for the my idols of the past.
Facts, the whole facts, and nothin' but the facts...
There's a great website devoted to Tim Raines, founded by sportswriter Jonah Keri and the late John Brattain who have compiled articles and data on why Tim Raines is a hall of famer, it is called Raines30. They argue his case better than anyone and it's a must see if you are a Hall of Fame voter and you are on the fence about Tim Raines.
Here's some other analysis that people should check out too:
1. A 1999 article by EPSN analyst and sabremetrician Rob Neyer (who used data compiled by the Elias Sports Bureau). Here, we see that by compiling at-bats in only "late inning pressure situations" that Tim Raines is the best hitter from 1979 to 1988 in those situations, edging out Steve Sax for the win.
"And who might [the two clutchest hitters] have been? George Brett and Mike Schmidt? Eddie Murray and Steve Garvey?
2. This is a statistical comparison between Raines and a guy who got elected to the hall in his first year of eligibility, Mr. Tony Gwynn. Raines stacks up well if not way better than Tony it seems.
Raines (career)
Plate Appearances: 10359 Runs Scored: 1571 Hits: 2605 Runs Batted In: 980 Walks: 1330 Extra Base Hits: 713 (170 which were homers) Batting Average: .294 On Base Percentage: .385
Stolen Bases/Attempts: 808/954 (84.6%)
Gwynn (career)
Plate Appearances: 10232 Runs Scored:1383 Hits: 3141 Runs Batted In: 1138 Walks: 790 Extra Base Hits: 763 (135 which were homers) Batting Average: .338 On Base Percentage: .388
Stolen Bases/Attempts: 319/444 (71.8%)
Similar to the say the least, plus they played in the same era and against each other. They have almost identical plate appearances which makes this a wonderful set of data to compare and contrast. Well, Raines wins out in runs and walks...and Tony has more rbi, and hits. Their averages are not similar, Gwynn wins...yet their OBPs are almost exact, and that's pretty odd. Raines drew more walks and stole more bases, but Gwynn slapped more singles. Gwynn had a bit more gap power (more doubles and triples), but the Rock hit 35 more home runs than Tony Gwynn.
Runs Batted In is a misleading stat, because they award a run and a rbi when a player hits a homerun. The run he scored is counted as an RBI under the logic that the player has "driven himself in" but in actuality only 1 run has scored though the player's variable statistics are adjusted in two fields. So to make up the difference for this, you must subtract homeruns from RBI so the player is not credited twice for one produced run. After that adjustment the new RBI-HR stat is:
Raines (RBI-HR): 810 Gwynn (RBI-HR): 1003
The legend...
It should be strongly and diligently noted that Raines had his RBI totals hindered due to playing in the National Leauge and batting in the leadoff spot. Honestly, how many chances does the leadoff man get for ribbies when the slot before him is the pitcher (who normally has an OBP of around .100) and the one before that is the number 8 hitter (who in the 1980s was usually a weak hitting shortstop or catcher around the Mendoza Line).
Gwynn has 193 more RBIs than the Rock, but factor in that Gwynn got to hit in the number three slot (behind the leadoff and #2 hitter, instead of the pitcher and bum hitter) a total of 5,196 out of his 10232 plate appearences, which is a little more than half of his at bats. Raines only had 1,645 chances in the number three slot. It is easier to drive in the speeder leadoff man and the talented number 2 hitter than it is to knock in the pitcher and the bummiest hitter on your team. If Raines (who as we saw is pretty damn clutch if not the clutchest of all time) had half of his plate appearence from the number three slot I am 100% sure he would've had more RBIs than Tony Gwynn.
For the record, Gwynn also had 3,962 chances hitting in the number 2 slot in the order, while Raines only had 1,185 chances in the number two slot. Due to Raines hitting behind the pitcher and the bum for virtually his whole career, the RBI stats were harshly handicapped against him. If he hit behind the 1 and 2 hitters, he would have had well over 1,000 RBIs.
As for stolen bases, Raines was something to behold. They were both caught stealing a similar amount of times...yet the Rock stole almost 500 more bases than Tony Gwynn.
All in all, they were both very talented...but let's be real, Raines was better than Gwynn. It's sad but true that, Gwynn got 97.6% of the votes when his time came for the Hall of Fame...yet Raines is only hovering around the 30% mark. What a ridiculous shame. If Tony deserves 97.6% than so does Raines.
Get over it...
As for the thing people always seem to bring up about Raines, the cocaine shit, well, Paul Molitor was part of that scandal and he's in the Hall of Fame...how can you let one guy in and not another? That makes no sense. All these guys probably tried it, and Raines was the only guy who admitted he had a problem, apologized to his family, teammates, and friends and overcame his addiction.
My scanned stub from that game...
This coming January, the people who get the vote (writers and journalists, many who never even saw most of these guys play) will consider his eligibility once more. I'm sure he won't get in this year, and it really is crazy when you think about it.
Tim Raines is often compared to Rickey Henderson (and Rickey always wins) but when you compare Raines to Tony Gwynn...it becomes a lot more clear how good he was. He didn't have Henderson's stats...but he did have better stats than Tony Gwynn.
End Note: I was in attendance at Olympic Stadium on August 06 of the year 1999 and saw Tony Gwynn slap a single off of Dan Smith to attain the arbitrary number of 3,000 hits....I don't remember anything particularly spectacular about it. I do have tons of memories of being at Olympic Stadium and witnessing how spectacular and exciting Tim Raines was though. The Rock was a real legend.
I got you in 1996 and it was love at first sight. I stayed up all night long going through your pages and then slept through high school during the day time.
The internet of 1996 was so much different than now. Before all the steroids got in the game and before all the big internet contracts. Back in my day the internet really meant something, nowadays it's all frizzle and gimmicks. I'm telling you...in my time...to find something funny you had to scour like a pro. Today you kids can load up sites which gather up all the funny crap out there and order it for you in neat little thumbnails. All these ebaums, and your ytmndogs, and your what have you. Boy I tell you internet, you're spoiling these kids...they don't appreciate the comedy anymore. These youngsters see hundreds of funny vidoes and image macros every day. In my time, I had to walk 2 miles in the internet-snow just to find a URL that could make me laugh out loud (we used to spell that out back then).
Boy...I remember seeing my first meme. It was called "Ate My Balls" and it was the funniest motherfucking shit around. Some great human guy had the great idea to edit pictures of Mr. T and add comic-esque talkie bubbles or thinkie bubbles to the pics. What was Mr. T talking or thinking about? Eating balls. This wonderful website was archived by flamesgif.com it seems. If an internet historical landmark society existed, this would without a doubt be included.
Copy cats started to take other celebs and make them ravenous ball eaters, and by the end of 1996 every celebrity imaginable had an "Ate My Balls" page. I remember "Fred Rogers Ate My Balls" was specifically funny though it seemingly has gone missing from the archives.
Respected internet journalist Mr. Milo Miles did a write-up of "Ate my balls" (circa 1997) entitled "'Ate my Balls' ate my balls."
Ate my Balls set the groundwork and floor tiling for what would be an explosion of internet silliness. Another great fellow took it upon himself to build from that foundation and make "Mr. T vs Superman" which delighted all readers. It kept two constants from the "Ate my Balls" framework, the comic motif and the Mr. T factor. Copy cats of the meme made Mr. T battle other people/characters and explored new techniques...but some constants remained in all comics. Mr. T never lost, he usually uttered "jibber-jabber," "helluva tough," and he dispatched his enemies by throwing them into exotic far off locations. The premise usually consisted of the villain offending Mr. T by trying to destroy a youth center or tampering with the world's milk production. Before long the copy cats spread the meme to cover vast ground and every celebrity or fictional character imaginable was defeated in a fight by Mr. T.
my contribution to internet "comedy" (as such)
That great site archive.org has spidered through the internet of yore and has archived all somewhat popular sites that were ever uploaded in its vast database of data. It has an entry on July, 7th of 1997 for the original Mr. T vs. Superman but the photos are all broken sadly. It seems to be lost forever.
During this meme, I thought it would be fun to participate instead of just watch it unfold. In 1997, I made my own Mr. T comic, which had Mr .T defeating Hitler and ousting the Nazi regime from Germany. I put it on a site called Fortunecity until they deleted it out of nowhere. Fortunecity deleted mine, and another site called "Mr. T vs. Marilyn Manson" by some guy, I remember, after they received complaints that they were offensive. I then took the comic and uploaded my "Mr. T vs. Hitler" on to Geocities. The first three pages are archived on archive.org but the final two pages have broken pictures it seems.
I remember the site's "guestbook" being filled with silly responses and a strange amount of angry germans who were offended by the word "kraut" apparently. Good times...
Down the road, when Newgrounds came out someone paid hommage to this meme by making Mr. T fight Tupac. In fact it was a dude from a flash site called Slitfinger.com, if I remember correctly, and it was very well done. Brian Beaton of Slitfinger also made some great cartoons called "Scrotum" which featured a dog who had trouble staying alive. Ah, those were the days.
"Scrote"
Newgrounds has a whole section devoted to Mr. T, which includes ones made later on in 2002-2004, the best Mr. T comics in fact. A pro wrestler named "Chase Lightning" gave tribute to these memes of olden times by revamping them into animated comics but kept true to the precepts and rules. He tributed Mr T vs Superman (of course), Mr. T vs Hitler, and many more. The part with Bill and Ted is genius, if you ask me.
Ah, internet...what a long time ago this was. No Facebook, or Youtube...just silly things that remind me of being a teenager.
Football Dad
I'm surprised "Football Dad" is still on the internet, a tribute site to the greatest family sitcom that ever hit TGIF. Remember TGIF? Family Matters, Full House, Football Dad, Step by Step...good family sitcoms from the olden times on something called "television". I look back in wistful detente as I vividly recall the episode of Football Dad where Max and Bobby go to beach and play some catch. Seems like so long ago now. I bet even tough guys showed an emotion or two while watching the finale all the those years ago, I know I did.
It looks like REAL ULTIMATE POWER is still online, a site which made me laugh so much for some damned reason. Internet, where has the time gone? Seriously, how come you're not as awesome as this anymore?
You kids these days and your ghosts, and your "fail" nonsense, and your stupid advice dogs...you have it so easy but you still make crap. There's no more Mr T on the internet...how did that even happen? The internet and Mr. T used to go together like coffee and milk. Back in my day, things were better. You know what I mean? The internet used to make sense, we had our "memes", but we never called them "memes" because we knew "meme" is a stupid word.
I think she's disrobing...but I'm unsure.
You're spoiled brats, all of you, look at all the pornos you teens have in this era, it's everywhere! Back in my day, we appreciated the internet porn because we knew it was a blessing and never took it for granted. Before the internet we had to settle for magazines, and scrambled pay-tv porn where the chicks had blue skin and squiggled all over the darned place. You didn't know what was going on 90% of the time, but you knew some dude and chick(s) were totally banging and for a second or two the wavy squiggles would settle for a moment and you'd totally see some blue tinted vagina!
For crying out loud, back when I was going through puberty you'd have to stay up until 1 in the morning and wait for those phone sex ads to come on just to get a boner! The ads with the chicks in bathing suits and the Rod Stewart music playing in the background.
Holy Motherfucking Shit! YES!
You'd get lucky sometimes and in the day time there'd be an exercise show where the babes were wearing spandex! Or if you were really really lucky, the TV would run a rerun of that episode of Picket Fences where Lauren Holly is in that black bikini and is offering offering you chocolate cake and a game boy...and almost reaching out of the screen to hand you them! Gosh darn it...when internet porn came out, boy howdy, we certainly did not take it for granted...that's for damn sure.
My lands! You think the internet was plucked off some tree? You think the internet was dumped on us from some big truck? No! We worked hard to make the internet this awesome! You youngens probably think there was always internet, well there wasn't...in fact I remember very well when there was no internet at all. My generation knew the value of an internet, and we worked hard to fill it with hilarious shit and porno.
You young people should pull up your bootstraps and start filling the internet with funnier shit and better porno! Ask not what your internet can do for you, but ask what you can do for your internet.
Watch He's Talking Dead Eh, a great show about the last dudes left on earth who gotta find beer, chicks, and food and all the while fend off terrible urban zombies, rural zombies, zombie bees, and zombie ants.
Sodes (1 and a 2)
Greg and D have mixed feelings about being the last two knobs on earth, and decide to go find some food and shit. They hope they are not attacked by terrible zombies or ants.
Greg and D decide to return to the city but run into a major pity when they are attacked by a surviving commando who is involved in military arts once again. Will they be able to cope?
Gregis and D-Head?
Similarity
An odd similarity exists between the pilot episode of He's Talking Dead Eh which aired November 9, 2011 and an episode of Beavis and Butthead which aired on December 1, 2011 (approx. one month later).
The premise, story, and dialogue between the characters is very similar. Especially in one particular scene. A cheesy wind sound is playing in the background while the respective heroes assess their respective situations...
He's Talking Dead Eh didn't steal this bit. It aired almost one month prior to this episode of Beavis and Butthead, any similarity is just a coincidence.
"Influences"
To be fair, the show is inspired by the following:
1. Bob and Doug McKenzie (particularly the opening scene of "Strange Mawfucking Brew" where Bob is the last man on earth)
2.Bruce Campbell (his heroics in the face of evil deadites)
