Author: B. Joseph Jackson

There has been an incredible amount of backlash on the information superhighway about CBS’ newest reality television show, The Briefcase. If you’ve been too busy following real news stories (like various presidential bids, murder rates being at an all-time high in Baltimore, FIFA finally getting a little of the comeuppance it deserves, etc.), basically, the show is about two families that each receive a briefcase full of money amounting to $101,000, and they have to decide whether to keep the money or give it to the other family in need. The twist, which is as important to reality TV as concrete is…

On Tuesday, the entire roundtable of the most powerful soccer super-lords, called “FIFA” amongst themselves, were asked to return to the United States to face charges that their sport makes too much money or something. The whole thing seems like a real hullabaloo and would be better if it could just make some kind of sense. Seven to nine official ball-holders (right?) for soccer were rounded up in total from Zurich, where soccer may have been born several thousand years ago. I’m guessing this happens every few years or so as all of the soccer warlords vie for power and…

Being the strict nerd that I am, I was one of the many people to download the newest expansion for Destiny – entitled House of Wolves – on May 19 (the day it came out, of course). Obligatory: If you don’t know what Destiny is, read the Wikipedia article, dummy! Now that you’re back, we can continue. Immediately after work, I headed home just as quickly as I could in order to play this new expansion, something my friends and I had been looking forward to for a month. Destiny got a little tedious, and the hope was that this new expansion…

One person’s argument as to why you should watch their show, which was recently put on Netflix. If you’re a fan of comedy, you already know who Riki Lindhome and Kate Micucci are. If you’re not a fan of comedy (what’s wrong with you?), then they’re the amazingly funny duo known as Garfunkel and Oates. The gist: two women sing folksy songs about stuff folksy songs normally aren’t about. Examples include “Weed Card,” “Pregnant Women are Smug” and “Handjob, Blandjob, I Don’t Understand Job.” Their act is really funny and as original as one can get in the Everything’s Been…

There’s something not right about Tom Hanks. Something that makes me think I wouldn’t want to leave a loved one alone around him. If I were to meet him, I would definitely shake his hand and tell him that Forrest Gump is one of my all-time favorite movies, but I’d definitely give him a sideways glance while doing so (just to let him know that I’m on to him). He’s just too likable! The guy has the Midas touch for awesome moments. Everywhere he goes, he leaves a wake of people saying to themselves or their friends, “Wow, that was…

I’ll be up front with you all, I did not make it to this year’s Grammys. I had a thing going on that night and just wasn’t able to fit it in to my schedule, unfortunately. It probably would have been a good time, and I definitely would have met some cool people, but you have to prioritize in life. However, if I had went, I think it would have went a little something like this… First things first, find T Swift. I’m a bit of a change of pace for her. Normally she goes for awesome, handsome dudes, and…

Where the hell am I supposed to listen to this funky-ass album?! I can’t listen at work because it’s hard to truly get down while you’re sitting at a desk, and because my coworkers give me a good, hard look when I rock back and forth funkily. I can’t listen at home because I just get too into it. What if one of my roommates was to walk in?! I guess I’ll just have to listen in the bathroom with a good pair of headphones, where only my cats can see me.

We’ve all heard the stereotypical diss song. One rapper has a problem with another rapper, so he says it in his music, marking the other’s career for what they hope is eternity. Here at Robot Butt, we believe that the more obscure something is, the better it is. So, for that reason, we wanted to highlight some diss songs you may not have heard this past year, but are nevertheless definitely worth a listen. Let us know which ones we missed in the comments below, and you may find yourself on the other end of a fun but serious vinyl…

Meditations on going to too many shows One never wants to be the friend who constantly does, well, anything related to pop culture. With so many ways to get your entire network of acquaintances’ attention, it is easy to fall into the role of over-sharer, a phenomenon discussed at length over every channel of the internet. Becoming the annoying guy who has his finger on the exact pulse of what’s going on is an easy and awful trapping to find yourself in. And if you live in an urban center with a plethora of musical options each and every night, it…

Imagine there’s no monsters It’s hard even if you try No Loch Ness monster Above us only sky Imagine all the monsters Dying out today… Imagine there’s no Bigfoot It’s quite hard to do Nothing to scream or cry for And no Dracula too Imagine all the monsters Spilling life in blood… You may say I’m a screamer But I’m not the only one I hope someday they’ll join us Monsters and humans will be as one Imagine no Chupacabra I don’t think that you can No need for creepy organs A brotherhood of only man Imagine all the monsters…