Making Cuts on my iPhone, Obama Style

I look at how much little space I have left on my iPhone and I know I need to makes some cuts. The only way to do this is by acting like President Barrack Obama; I have to make cuts to make deficit reductions.



First, I look at Audio and some cuts need to be made…..



 Sorry Lady Gaga, after that horrendous attempt at an Alter Ego at the VMA’s a couple of weeks ago, Born this Way will no longer be one of the Top 25 Most Played songs on my iTunes and in fact, I have boycotted all of your music from my iPhone.

Sorry Brandon Flowers, your solo album has been sitting in my iPhone since you released it last year and I’ve only listened to three songs on it.

Sorry David Guetta, your songs make me want to look as dumb as the Jersey Shore cast and pump my fists in the air and at times, I find myself dancing in the gym, but I am yet to understand why YOUR name appears on albums when you don’t even sing a damn song.

Sorry My Chemical Romance, I was a big fan of your previous CDs, but Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys, just isn’t working out for me. You guys can Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na) your way out of my iPhone.

Sorry Nicki Minaj, I was expecting Pink Friday to be a Rap album from the same chick that said that if she had a dick she will pull it out and piss on them.

Sorry Green Day, my sister is right, there is nothing interesting in seeing forty year dudes wearing eye-liner and dressing in tight nut-huggers. I will keep you Dookie CD though.

Sorry Beyonce, your baby bump was fake.

Sorry Bad Meets Evil, the Jay-Z & Kanye CD came out….

Sorry Lil’ Wayne, I’m yet to understand anything about you.

Sorry Glee Cast, wait, how’d that get in there?...


Photos, you can stay, heck, even my finger painting

 

Apps, oh, Apps



Sorry Angry Birds, I can destroy an entire environment with two birds and I still get a one-star rating.

Sorry Doodle Jump, I will never be able to top off the 10,638,423 high score ……. Why keep trying?

Sorry Shakespeare app, I will not ask ‘to be or not to be’, because your stuff doesn’t age well.

Sorry Ocarina, the guy playing his real instrument at the party attracts more people.

Sorry BaldBooth, the future is scary….

Sorry Flickr, I get more likes on Instagram.

Sorry iMuscle, your 3D workouts gave me nightmares.

Sorry DropBox, your new terms and conditions suck.

Sorry The Wall Street Journal, I can’t afford your subscription fee.

Sorry SketchBook Mobile, my drawings look nothing like the ones on your webpage.

Sorry every single Kairosoft game, your games have consumed millions of hours of my life. I'm reformed now.


Books



Sorry Brett Easton Ellis, Imperial Bedrooms proves that you’ve lost your marbles.

Sorry Steig Larsson, your Millennium trilogy made me lose months of my life that I will never get back. Looking forward to the movie though.

Sorry free BookByte Digital ebooks, I only downloaded you for your cool, hand drawn covers, sorry.

Sorry Winnie-the-Poo-copy-that-came-with-iBooks, my iPhone is jailbroken and you won’t open.

Sorry George R.R Martin, I wish your Samples would last longer.


Other



Now how do I find this out….

This is What Happens When Robin Slaps Batman

I finished reading Batman: The Cult, a graphic novel that has the caped crusader kidnapped by a Cult (duh!) of creeps that worship some crazy priest guy who looks like John Smith from Pocahontas and is on more steroids than Batman himself.

The Cult is one of the best Batman graphic novels I have read and it is one of the most underrated ones. Sure, The Dark Knight Returns, Year One, The Long Halloween and The Killing Joke are among the best Batman graphic novels ever, but it amazes me that The Cult is not on that list.

Even though The Cult has a creepy and serious storyline, there was one funny panel:



That’s what happens when Robin tries to be a tough guy. His insignificant hand couldn’t deal with the blow.  It’s no wonder he got his brains bashed in Death in the Family.

Serves you right, buddy, serves you right.