fuckin sick song/video

drunk ass high ass post

enjoy put it on repeat again and again and again and again

dylan dylan dylan dylan and mothefucking dylan BECAUSE I SPIT HOT FIRE

again and again and again mostly the Junkfood bitches

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This is not entirely irrelevant. There are a few technical difficulties lately: the first being that my notebook is currently broken and in need of repair, so I’ve switched to my desktop which doesn’t have the entire blogging capacity of my notebook. The second being that WordPress seems to be all sorts of screwed up tonight.

This blog is not dead. There will be blood. Err…updates. Marc is also not dead. How do I know? I saw him today. I guess it’s somewhat possible that it was his doppelganger, but if so, his doppelganger picked a really lame class to show up for. Then again, that’s probably what a doppelganger does, right? Shows up to all the stuff you don’t want to be associated with? Hey, look, so-and-so is at the Blues Clues Hentai Convention! I’d tell the world if only I were not present myself, watching Steve rail Magenta on the big comfy couch.

So, yeah, updates to follow once the tech situation sorts itself out. I have some good stuff to report on some recent movies and TV. I need to listen to more music, though I do have a spotlight planned.

Until the matrix corrects itself…

are you not entertained?

Posting that Megan Fox near-nudey pic was the best move I ever made for this site.  For a while there, we were averaging over 1,000 hits a day.  Easily.  Clearing 2k sometimes.  Of course, they were all baited in by my literacy genius.

Or just the Megan Fox pic.

It’s kind of sad, really.  2,000 people used this site as jack-off material.  Marc started this site, so while I can’t speak to the actual mission statement, I’m finding it hard to believe that the purpose was ultimately to become a masturbatory vacation spot.

At least some of them clicked over to other posts, though.  And proceeded to beat off to the shirtless picture of Marc, then.  Shady ass internet!

Anyway, with Where The Wild Thing s Are coming out soon (and hipsters everywhere downloading the Arcade Fire anthology so that they can claim to have been friends since the band’s inception, even though Arcade Fire was kinda stale even by the time I graduated high school), there’s been a lot of discussion as to how Spike Jonze has managed to adapt one of the most popular childrens books of all time.

(The New York Times also did a tremendous write-up on Jonze’s career leading him to this movie.  It’s a fantastic read, even if you’re not a Jonze fan – and how could you not be? – I suggest you read it, if nothing else to appreciate the different-for-everyone process that is becoming an acclaimed filmmaker.)

I have no doubt that Jonze did well with his adaptation and will be stoked to see it.  I’m wondering, though, what other books from my childhood I’d like to see transition to the silver screen.  There’s a certain timeless sense about titles like WTWTA, a book that’s been read to children for nearly 50 years.  I remember it as a focal point of third grade, actually.  “We” did a “project” (= our parents made a poster) on it and everything.  It’s almost as if there’s a transcendent characteristic of books you grew up with.  You’ll forgive them literary flaws or the process of character development in lieu of remembering how they made you felt at that point in your life, how they either opened you up to the creative world or inspired you or just made you feel secure when you fell asleep at night.

After the jump, I’ll list out a couple books from my childhood that I would love to see make it to theaters someday:

he’s not dancing…

He just wants some MILK!!!

(And to think, I just had Steve from Blue’s Clues and everyone’s favorite neutrosexual purple dino.)

scariest movie ever?

Unsure what to think.

I’d like to believe the hype.  And the hype is definitely out there.  Variety calls Paranormal Activity “unnerving.”  Film Threat says it will make you change the way you think about modern horror.  Bloody-Disgusting says “it’s one of the scariest movies of all time” and your psyche “will be affected.”

Yet every “scary” movie that’s ever been hyped to me has fallen flat on its face.  Largely due to the hype.

And you have to wonder if Blair Witch: Poltergeist Edition will change that.

I’ll be stoked to see it, for sure, but “scariest movie ever” is aiming incredibly high.  Especially these days when every horror flick is the same old retread of killer kids and plastic masks.  I’ve always been more for the horror movies that get inside your head, do more by showing less kinda idea.  I only really consider two movies to be “scary”: Jacob’s Ladder and Session 9.  Nothing else really affects me.  Atmospherically, both those films always do.

If Paranormal Activity can be half the horror film either of those titles are, I’ll be happy.

tickle to the beat.

Holy shit.

Once in a while, something comes along so funny that you injure yourself laughing.  This is one of those occasions.

Now that you understand, from watching that commercial, where this concept comes from, you will be highly encouraged to click over to the product’s official website: Tickle Hands.com.  Yeah, I thought it would be a porno site too.  But no, it’s better.

That song is FIYAH, money.  Quote Elmo Flav himself: “yeeeeaah, boiiii!”

UPDATE: There’s a freakin’ dance for this too!  For real!  Study up, son.  This is going pro soon.

kanye west, drama queen.

Wait, so now ‘Ye is sorry?

He wrote, “I feel like Ben Stiller in “Meet the Parents” when he messed up everything and Robert De Niro asked him to leave… That was Taylor’s moment and I had no right in any way to take it from her. I am truly sorry.”

(Which is a much more intelligent response than his first apology.)

So let’s draw the timeline here.  Yeezy has an ego.  South Park checks his ego.  Yeezy admits he has ego problem, vows to curb ego.  Yeezy shows up at VMAs and interrupts Taylor Swift, spraying his ego all over your face.  The media checks his ego.  Yeezy admits he has ego problem, vows to curb ego…

Seriously.  Dude is straight drama queen.  South Park said everything that needed to be said about the guy.

Here’s some advice, Kanye: play nice or play dirty.  Don’t mix the two.  You’ll bank regardless, but you look so goddamn phony flip-flopping between the two extremes.  Either play the game or piss all over it, but you can’t have it both ways.

Some more advice: ditch the auto-tune please.

UPDATE: Barack Obama called Kanye a “jackass.” Those are politics I can agree with!

thoughts on ‘true blood’ s2 finale.

True Blood has solidly been one of my favorite television series for the past few years.  But I was hesitant going into the season two finale, especially after the promising second season of also-great Breaking Bad scored an epic fail.

So how did the season two finale tie together a promising season of True Blood?  Was it effective or did it suffer a similar fate to Breaking Bad?  If you’re game for spoilers, check out my thoughts after the jump.

kanye west is a tool.

I mean, seriously…

I refer back to his blog post following his slaughtering on South Park:

I ACTUALLY HAVE BEEN WORKING ON MY EGO THOUGH. HAVING THE CRAZY EGO IS PLAYED OUT AT THIS POINT IN MY LIFE AND CAREER. I USE TO USE IT TO BUILD UP MY ESTEEM WHEN NOBODY BELIEVED IN ME. NOW THAT PEOPLE DO BELIEVE AND SUPPORT MY MUSIC AND PRODUCTS THE BEST RESPONSE IS THANK YOU INSTEAD OF “I TOLD YOU SO!!!” IT’S COOL TO TALK SHIT WHEN YOU’RE RAPPING BUT NOT IN REAL LIFE. WHEN YOU MEET LITTLE WAYNE IN PERSON HE’S THE NICEST GUY FOR EXAMPLE. I JUST WANNA BE A DOPER PERSON WHICH STARTS WITH ME NOT ALWAYS TELLING PEOPLE HOW DOPE I THINK I AM. I NEED TO JUST GET PAST MYSELF. DROP THE BRAVADO AND JUST MAKE DOPE PRODUCT. EVERYTHING IS NOT THAT SERIOUS. AS LONG AS PEOPLE THINK I ACT LIKE A BITCH THIS TYPE OF SHIT WILL HAPPEN TO ME. I GOT A LONG ROAD AHEAD OF ME TO MAKE PEOPLE BELIEVE I’M NOT ACTUALLY A HUGE DOUCHE BUT I’M UP FOR THE CHALLENGE.

So naturally, the gameplan is to act like a huge douche on a national stage and flash your ego in the process.  As was evidenced when he interrupted Taylor Swift’s acceptance speech to basically say she sucked.  Which she probably does, but at least her last album wasn’t a shat-out auto-tuned piece of shit.  Seriously, I don’t really give a damn about Taylor Swift, just someone probably covered by a crappy emo cover band on a Tuesday night at The Bluebird.  But Kanye, after 808s and Heartbreak, you can’t talk shit about other people in the music industry.  ‘Cuz that album was straight garbage.

Yeezy’s just getting annoying.  If he was just an ass all the time, it wouldn’t matter.  But he’s a goddamn dramatic ho.  About everything.  He constantly says stupid shit.  And I don’t exactly expect rappers to enlighten me, but Kanye really doesn’t have much to offer when he starts talking, which is far too often.

If he’s gonna act like he’s checking his ego, he needs to act on it.  You’re either an IDGAF artist or a conscious artist.  Can’t have it both ways.  When you try, you just look like an enormous tool.

the coup.

I guess it’s only fitting that I stumble across some accessible material from the Oaktown-based rap/funk duo on 9/11.

If you don’t know the story, Boots Riley and DJ Pam the Funktress had created the above album cover for their 2001 album Party Music.  It was scheduled to be released shortly after the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks.  All artwork was done prior to the attacks, it just turned out to be an eerie coincidence.  Of course, the album was delayed due to fear of doing anything remote anti-American in the time immediately following 9/11, and consequentially suffered poor sales.

Anyway, most recently they put out Pick a Bigger Weapon and got some help from MCs like Black Thought and Talib Kweli.  Always nice company.  Here’s a sampling from the album.

The Coup – My Favorite Mutiny (feat. Black Thought and Talib Kweli)
The Coup – We Are the Ones

Thoughts on 9/11 after the jump.