Sean Gardner
Sean dislikes writing bios, so he has left the duties to his brother, Matthew.Sean appeared from nowhere shortly after the Christmas of 1981. He was gooey, listless and an attention grabber from day one. He once filled bottles of sand, loaded them into a briefcase and dramatically attempted to run away. We found him an hour later on the corner of the street, eating the sand, too lazy to walk another step. I've plotted his murder for years, but he continues to foil them with the aid of his lucky patch of chest hair and cunning sidekicks.
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First, let me just say: finding a job in New York sucks.I'm not sure how many of you can empathize with this plight of mine, but there it is. Maybe it's the economy gone to shit that's messing with my...
This is the time of year that I typically start listening to melancholy music, spend many hours in movie theaters and think deep thoughts about my life and how it's gone wrong.Not this year.Well, let ...
This Tuesday, September 23rd, has been on my radar for the past few months. And here's why it should be on yours:Jenny Lewis.TV on the Radio.Kings of Leon.Ben Folds.The Foot Fist Way (on DVD).With tha...
The release of Death Race this past weekend got me to thinking a few things. First, fuck them for remaking it. Second, fuck them for remaking it with Statham and McShane, not to mention Joan Allen, ca...
Word on the street is that Darren Aronofsky's latest film, The Wrestler, is screening at the Toronto Film Festival in the impending future. Let me explain why this worries me.First, it's a film about ...
After close to two months on Cape Cod, I had a smile on my face, my psyche brimming with hope about the culture on this, Massachusetts' crooked penis. As I shoveled a delicious breakfast into my mouth...
So Jenny dies of AIDS, right?Spoiler!Although, if you haven't seen this film yet, fuck off, I don't feel bad for ruining it for you in the slightest.Back to the topic at hand. It seems the demise of J...
It seems a few folks enjoyed the last entry of "Tarantino-ing," so I suppose I'll indulge you in another fantasy rebirth of a dying celebrity career. Today's chosen one:Ethan Embry.Throw those tomatoe...
Normally, the sighting of a celebrity is a non-event for me. They are just people, after all, so what do I care, really? And besides, I've never met anyone truly impressive. Though getting to shake Ge...
Ok, not really his day, persay, but I've been toying with the idea of writing a blog about the idea of Tarantino-ing someone's career. And who I would choose to do that to, should I be granted the fun...
