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“We can finally fly off into NASA” – Kanye West

NASA, in a effort to capture public interest, took a page out of Hip Hop Marketing 101… by sending shots at the moon. Bombs over the sea of tranquility?

The internet was a buzz with what some deemed a controversial mission to the moon and Twitter and Face book updates ran rampant with people protesting, some in jest, as to why must NASA Bomb the moon and if the end was indeed near. I must admit for a project that was apparently underway for over 3 years, hearing about it 4 hours before it’s completion leads me to believe NASA should have spent some of its budget on a Street Team.

The mission, dubbed LCross, which stands for something much longer that you can Google yourself, has a sole purpose to see if there is indeed water on the moon. The reason for this is so astronauts can eventually inhabit the moon in 300 years and yadda yadda yadda.

I actually think NASA was in danger of losing their budget and had to do something that would garner public interest. We’re a long way from 1969’s man on the moon and NASA has long since… fell off. Lo and Behold however with a few well aimed rockets, NASA is a new media darling, even landing a Trending Topic slot on popular social network website Twitter. It placed right between #MileyComeBack and #HowUKnowUHood respectively.

As a result of the buzz, regardless of whether or not finding a few ice particles on the moon means anything, NASA heads are already forming missions to follow up on the success of LCross.

Sources speculate that a follow up mission to Pluto, costing in the range of 59 Trillion dollars, is in the formative stages. The purpose of the mission is to determine once and for all if Pluto is indeed a planet or not.

A more controversial mission to send a baboon into the heart of the sun for “shits and giggles” has been scrapped due to lack of public support.

‘ Oh Look… Turtle is emoting!’

So myself and the rest of the Hostile Humor team have been away working on various projects all Summer. That means that when I get back I have all my favorite DVR’d shows to catch up on and Entourage is no exception. So I sat down one rainy Saturday and started watching with the intent to feel the urge to slit my own throat, but alas… nothing. Allow me to explain.

People think Entourage is about a Superstar Actor, His semi-washed up older brother, and his two boys who manage him and chauffeur him around respectively. And while this is true, the biggest thing Entourage is about is Escapism. It allows us normal guys to live in this fantasy world where you can seal multi-million dollar deals before lunch, get blow jobs from pop superstars and have an endless amount of “fall out pussy”.

Now this season was promoted as being more about the actual entourage rather than Vince, who survived a tumultuous rough patch last season and is now on easy street. While Vince served as a mere accessory to “The Boys”… bangin a few groupies every few episodes, The chosen storylines seemed lackluster at best.
I don’t watch Entourage to see E’s girl trouble, Drama’s work trouble and Ari’s employee problems… Sure turtle had a good season, but he was a perpetual loser so I felt like he was due anyway. NO.. I tune in to Entourage to escape my girl, work and employee problems respectively. The storyline seemed all over the place and I had no desire to swallow a bottle of Drano. I began to wonder… is Entourage losing it.

Then I finally got to the last 2 episodes. Not wanting to spoil anything for anyone who hasn’t seen them yet, the writers seemed like they were able to finally bring home, to an extent, all the floating plot points and the story line came together in a surprisingly nice fashion.

With a few guest appearances and a stand out cameo from Matt Damon, I finally felt that self resentment welling up inside of me again.
Entourage was closing what was an otherwise weak season on an extremely high note, while leaving some room for ideas to develop into next season. By the time the credits rolled and they ended with a classic Jay-Z song “In My Lifetime” Self hate was in FULL EFFECT and I felt the need to commit ritualistic Japanese suicide… I even had the sword ready. Thanks Entourage!