Wednesday, October 08, 2008

The Debate 

The winner was "that one." Decidedly. Election race over? Hardly. I'll be cold and dead before I put all my faith in snap polls. Does no one else remember 2004? As fun as fivethirtyeight.com is, I'll exhale after Nov. 4th, thank you very much.

One thing does seem for certain though: At this stage, retarded Sarah Palin -- that bastion of American mediocrity -- no longer has any bearing on this race. Thank God.


Tuesday, October 07, 2008

A Hard Day's Night just plain sucks 

Both the song and the film, but more so the film which I suffered through tonight for the very first (and last) time. A dead boring 90 minutes with a band that never pretends to be actors. I realize this movie was made in keeping with some of the campiness of the 60s, but fuck, it does not hold up. Nay, it irritates. Anyway, the only thing that could possibly be worse is if some has-been bunch of clowns with maybe a fraction of the charm and talent that The Beatles had -- a group, say, like KISS -- decide that they can pull off this "Hard Day's..." nonsense off. Oh wait, that's happening...

I will now peel off my skin with rusty razors and light myself on fire.


Friday, September 12, 2008

Sarah Palin is a hockey mom of a cunt 

Throw my name into the hat of people who are fucking mortified by this Jesus freak. The Charles Gibson interview only served to enrage me (bless Gibson for his patience and for confronting Palin on the Bridge to Nowhere) and further lower my view of large portions of this country where foreign policy and a basic knowledge of terms, such as "Bush Doctrine," take a back seat to the loving embrace of banning books and Creationism.

Fuck. Me.

Just remember, you're not a bad parent if your teen gets preggers. All you have to do is preach abstinence to them and the problem will be solved.

Anyway, you know what makes me happy? Gina Gershon's Sarah Palin. I want to sex Gina Gershon.


News headline of the year? 

Quite possibly. This will certainly make Friday afternoon go faster and faster into the eventual train wreck my body will experience this weekend.


Monday, June 23, 2008

R.I.P. George Carlin 

You were one of my biggest influences growing up. The world will be full of a little more bullshit, now that you're no longer in it. Legend.


Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Well it's about fucking time 

FINALLY! Barack Obama has clearly and unmistakably severed ties with that dumb shit sideshow. Not that this Rev. Wright fiasco should be an issue to begin with -- no more than McCain's sudden conversion to Baptism or his association with Jerry Falwell -- but damn, for a guy like Obama who has everything to risk by putting his neck out for... this guy... Shameless Rev. Fuckface showed his true colors.

So the question now is: With Rev. Wright disposed of, what will be the next irrelevant distraction that draws the country away from concerning themselves with the economy, global warming, or the war? Screw you, Masses.


Monday, March 24, 2008

And the point is... ? 

My job is governed by the tenants of banality and panders to the retarded masses. Sometimes, I'll slam a desk drawer shut on my fingers, just to know that I'm still in the moment.

I've listened to Bill Hicks clips on YouTube for the past hour. He really speaks to me.


Friday, February 22, 2008

Today, I am ending the Mafia. 

Achewood has a knack for being perfect. Go Friday!


Tuesday, January 29, 2008

I get to come home... for THIS?!?! 

Ah, Ray Liotta shouting down Lorraine Bracco after she tries to blow his head off. Does it get much better? Sometimes. Remember that movie, The Recruit? Of course not, you don't, it sucked. And it was back when people gave a crap about Colin Farrell (Hellooooooo?!? That was, like, forever ago, Dickface!). But it just popped into my head, now, because of the scene where Al Pacino spills coffee on himself and exclaims, "My dick's on fire!" I love that. This movie should've been called, "My Dick's On Fire."

Anyway, this campaign race is something, right? Getting pretty exciting...


Tuesday, November 20, 2007


It's my overwhelming feeling towards this blog. So while I'm content to possibly never visit it again, you should check out something worthwhile. Like Mike's Dead The Whole Time comic. It's funny. And about movies, mostly.

Today is 20 years to the day that the family and I shipped off from the dark continent and assumed the label of "foreigners." A lot of mixed feelings about this. Also, it's the same day as my grandpa's birthday. He turned 96, today. I spoke to him. He sounded happy, distracted from his loneliness. Things could be better.


Monday, November 05, 2007

Tina Fey is a sexy picketer 

Go strikers!

It troubles me a little bit that a show I worked on is mentioned in this article as one of the "back-ups" that the network was working on in the event of a strike, but I suppose I already knew that was the case a few months ago when I took the job. I have nothing immediate at stake, here, but all writers unionized or not will benefit from the headway made by the WGA during this stoppage. Know this: the AMPTA is evil and wouldn't stop to give you water if they saw you dying in the desert on the side of the road.


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