The Maitre d': A Legacy of Failure (in Pixels) - Part 3

The Maitre d': A Legacy of Failure

Editor's Note Dire Warning: I should warn you, I'm feeling uncharacteristically good right now, so you'll be treated to 50% less bitterness and self-deprecation this episode than in the leading episode of A Legacy of Failure! Hooray!

In our previous episode of A Legacy of Failure, we finished up the Maitre d's illustrious career in failing at Photoshop. Er, I mean, GIMP. Because the Maitre d' is too cheap to buy Photoshop, and too honest to pirate it. Well, not so much honest, as just scared that the Feds are gonna pull up in a black van the moment I do.

Funny

So anyway, we now move on to a folder called "funny." If labeling my previous folder as "art" was audacious, then calling any of my humorous work "funny" is a filthy baldfaced lie. This is because I'm simply not funny.

Back in my Jedi Legacy days, it was well-known around the Cantina that I wasn't funny. In fact, I was the opposite of funny, because I either killed jokes or ran them into the ground. That's right, guys. You know how you're always telling me I suck the fun and humor out of things? You were not the first to observe that phenomenon. Hah!

Let's start off with some good ol' All Your Base photoshoppery. If you're not familiar with the "All Your Base Are Belong To Us" meme, then... get off my got-dang internets, you whippersnapper. I was chatting on IRC before you could even hold a mouse! Kids these days got no respect for the classics...

... anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. "All your base."

I can't remember the exact context, but there was a thread on The Massassi Temple General Discussion forum dedicated to some new meme called "Phat Pimpin'." And by new meme, I mean something a random guy on the forums just made up. Actually, I'm not even sure it was really a meme. I think it was a bunch of people posting "phat pimpin'... word" to a forum thread with the occasional photoshoppery sprinkled it. Anyway, I had to throw in this little tidbit to the mix:

All Your Parodies Are Belong To Us

Ooh. How original. And while we're at it, here's a photo from a college trip to Cleveland, Ohio that I captioned:

All Your Sculpture Are Belong To Us

And Chad, in case you're wondering, that is who you think it is with me in the picture.

OK, so those two pictures were crappy captioning jobs. Let's get into some real photoshoppery here. At my job in college, I frequented WebProWorld because my boss was absolutely obsessive over finding a magic trick to get good search engine rankings. So at one point, they had a contest to Photoshop Garrett (the editor of their newsletter) in one way or another. My first entry was this:

All Your Newsletter Are Belong To Us

I also submitted this entry, which I am quite proud of:

Garrett as Spike Spiegel

I swear I also did a Photoshop of him as Beck Gold from Big O at one point, but I have no idea where I put it.

Next: enjoy more fine photoshoppery as I have Arby (of Jedi Legacy fame) visit places far and wide!

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lolz

Cracking me up. I was not aware of the "Cookies Compromised". The sheer quotability almost beats the kids hacking the alien spaces whip wirelessly in ________ (some movie that I just forgot what it was called... lol).

You may be thinking of...

Independence Day.

Or at least that's the one where Jeff Goldblum hacks the alien spaceship with a freaking Mac laptop.

Cookie Compromised!

"Cookie compromised!" needs to become our new catchphrase.

I'll add it to the list:

"Praise Capitalism!"
"Eat more vegans. The Chef commands it."
"Extreme paranoia is total awareness."
"Cookie compromised!"

Seriously. We need to make buttons to take to cons. At the very least for ourselves.

I forgot to add the best button ever

"Ask me about the IMMORTAL ROBOT REAGAN"

Seriously, who could resist an offer like that?

I could.

But then, the leader of the cult's just in it to make money. I don't have to actually believe this crap. Actually, scratch that. You're going to be the figurehead leader of the Church of the Immortal Robot Reagan. I'm going to be the power behind the throne that secrets away all of the church funds so that when you're raided by the IRS for tax evasion and/or the ATF for hoarding guns for the impending apocalypse, I'll slip away in the night to someplace where the weather is warm and the extradition laws are nonexistent.