The first time I heard the band Brand New’s 2006 album The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me I was not prepared to be bowled over the way I was. I’d heard a little bit of the band before and had dismissed them as ‘Scream-O’. In retrospect the group’s early albums are a bit … Continue reading
Jelly Belly Jelly Beans. Are you supposed to eat one at a time? Are you supposed to know which ones you’re eating before you pop them in your mouth? Because I’ve been unceremoniously cramming small handfuls into my mouth, gang raping my taste buds with cute things like cherry and juicy pear and popcorn and … Continue reading
I had lots of fun writing my previous series, Audiovisual Summer of Doom, so I decided to write a similar series for the fall season. Also, despite my ego taking a massive beating recently, apparently it is strong enough to make me believe anyone cares about what I have to say. Whatever. I will be … Continue reading
Okay, all I care about is movies, dancing, fucking and drinking. Oh and writing. I’ve gone on and on about this before. I fear that I become redundant. Because though I might watch a ton of movies a week, each film offers its own commentary. Whereas dancing isn’t something that one can talk too much … Continue reading
Ever since I was a kid my handwriting hasn’t improved. It’s extremely sloppy and childish looking. So much so that some people have asked me if I’m Dyslexic. I tell them no, that I just write like that. It’s the truth after all. I spell and use punctuation correctly, but my handwriting is just so … Continue reading
Throughout my confounding, inexplicable life, I have embarked on numerous adventures and have witnessed a multitude of astonishing sights (like peering over the edge of the Grand Canyon at sunset or watching a bum urinate on an unconscious transvestite outside a Shakey’s Pizzeria). While these excursions have shaped me in a variety of enlightening and … Continue reading
I was responsible for one of the first animal deaths I ever witnessed. I was six years old on a hot Saturday and I’d managed to gently lure a tiny black lizard into a Dannon yogurt tub on the sidewalk outside my bedroom window. I planned to keep him and observe him, honoring him the … Continue reading
There was a time within the 90’s when I felt that Leland Orser would be the ”next big thing”. The fucker (Orser) has an on screen nervous-wreck/Woody Allen attitude that turns his secondary roles into something of recollection. And his yang: I’ve seen him perform with a ferocious variety. Nuff said. Orser’s career … Continue reading
Your DVD collection says a lot about you… whether you like it or not.
in Kanye West’s mouth. No, not just a rag, a rag soaked in ether. Yeah, yeah, that way he’ll keel over in grogginess and then it’ll be easier to flip a match at him from a safe distance and watch him go up in flames. Really, I hate to give celebrity jack asses like this … Continue reading