The Bag: Too Cool for Context

I'm going to act all nonchalant, as if this little trainwreck of a pet project of ours hasn't been absent for a whole year.

Hearkening back to our roots of intelligent and witty comedy, bereft of the low brow humour of the weaker-willed, we present to you our celebratory, end-of-exams strip. It is brimming with cutting commentary of both the political climate of today and the slovenly decline of societal morals. We hope you enjoy this erudite addition to the pantheon of timeless satire.

P.S. Until I figure out how to upload pictures on to this fancy new website, you'll have to live with Image Shack.

4/29/2005 12:52:00 PM | Comments (0)

I present to you the apex of extremity. Now let's go get some Mountain Dew.

4/28/2005 12:36:00 PM | Comments (0)

Another short film

This here is a 40 minute long Star Wars fan film. Three years in the making, grab it before the link gets raped. Not only can you download the film itself... but if you are crazy enough you can download 2 full dvd iso files that contains director commentary and a 1.5 hr behind-the-scenes documentary. Yowza

Revelations

4/28/2005 10:15:00 AM | Comments (0)

Check this short film out

Prey Alone
(click on Mpegs-->Prey Alone movie)

4/27/2005 11:17:00 AM | Comments (0)

I know most of you vulgar, unwashed proletariat have failed to appreciate the immaculate beauty of the late TV show Firefly - and if you have never seen it, I still consider that a failure - but I don't care about you. I post for myself, and myself only.

So here's the trailer for the Firefly movie, Serenity.

4/26/2005 04:44:00 PM | Comments (0)

A few links.

While we eagerly await the return of Gunstar Heroes, let us also remember another great Genesis legend - by watching this video of someone breaking the game. Doesn't seem that hard, but finishing the entire thing in half an hour is indeed insanity. I think there's a torrent or something on that page...I don't know, look for it yourself.

Puck Fiction.

And here's a cute little Flash game for you, Jess.

4/23/2005 07:59:00 PM | Comments (0)

I know this is probably old news, but it's new to me! Ken Jennings? Jeopardy? What are these things you speak of.

Anyways, clicky-wicky.

Anyone else feel that Jennings was robbed of that question? Rake? omgwtfbbq!?

4/23/2005 01:44:00 PM | Comments (0)

Gunstar Heroes is finally back. Did someone just say "Weeaboo?" 'cause I think I just heard someone say "Weeaboo."

Random Vin Diesel Fact is also possibly the biggest time waster in the history of time wasting. It has eaten entire hours out of my life. Please, for your sake, do not touch this link if you aren't finished exams. ...which - now that I think about it - might not be too many of you. Here's some notables that I found...

There's an old saying that 'You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose.' Vin Diesel became so enraged upon learning this, that he carved to words into the belly of a eunuch and defeated him under the judgement of Thunderdome.

If Vin Diesel was a woman, his vagina would contain the teeth and jaw pressure of a full grown crocodile.

Vin once went sledding in New Hampshire and broke the sound barrier by turning his head around and blowing forcefully. As a result of the shock waves, several children died. Vin ascended to heaven and repeatedly punched God in the eye until he brought them all back to life. Every single one of those children are now scientists.

He built a full-size replica of The Parthenon out of sugar cubes. It melted in the rain 2 days later. 13 virgins were sacrificed to calm his anger.

Reminds me of the Bill Brasky skits from SNL.

Also, I think this Panda Dog link is really old, but I've never seen it, so it's new to me. Just wanted to post it so I could point out that just by looking at it, you already know some dirty chink is behind it. You crazy glass eating Asians.

4/21/2005 02:27:00 PM | Comments (0)

Why'd you leave your stuff here? Now I can't do anything but look at them and think of you. Oh, I miss you a bunch.

...

Oh, and link.

Under the Houseboat Fire = win

4/20/2005 11:40:00 AM | Comments (0)

New Music

Here's a quick one. Two new tracks which are both of the awesomeness.

Coldplay - Speed of Sound
(scroll to the bottom, click on free, then wait a couple seconds)
It has all the makings of a Coldplay song...
Floaty piano. Check.
Constantly building up towards the chorus. Check.
Airy, heavenish sound. Check.
Coldplay!

The White Stripes - Blue Orchid
This song will blow you away. That guitar playing is straight from the big S himself. Plus... the 2:37 min of falsetto singing is cool as hell. (coincidentally... the title of their new cd is Get Behind Me Satan)

4/19/2005 12:44:00 PM | Comments (0)

I blame the late hour, but I find this commercial for Arrested Development absolutely hilarious. Just click this link and click on the video with Tobias (the bald guy with the mustache).

And now, on to more serious news: it is unknown whether Arrested Development will be picked up for a third season. Let us all have a moment of silence in recogniztion of the grave nature of this situation.

"Are those balls? Because the last time I was here, they were balls."

4/19/2005 02:03:00 AM | Comments (0)

I thought I'd share some Provoking Facts with you.

- I think it's too bad that we Canadians don't get to enjoy such luxuries as lenient gun control laws, houses made of materials other than snow, and the Cartoon Network. So we miss out on shows like Robot Chicken - and if the rest of the show's as good as this, then it's a crying shame. I like the bit at the very end the best.

- Cleaning some dishes today while watching the Jays game yesterday, and - as everybody knows - baseball being so insanely exciting, I was completely engrossed in Gustavo Chacin's funky delivery and not really paying much attention to anything I was doing. I reached for the soap which was sitting in this bowl...and it turns out it wasn't actually soap. It was a piece of tofu, shaped like a piece of soap. I was not prepared to grab a fistful of tofu, and I think I may have screamed out in terror. How does stuff like this happen to me? Why is there a bowl of tofu just sitting there like that, in the middle of all these dirty dishes? I wonder if my mom just places stuff out like that to keep me on my toes. I know that if I had kids, I'd leave like bear traps and rope snares all over the place. How else they gonna learn?

- Speaking of the Jays, during the game at Texas last night the announcers were saying how before the game, the Rangers were studying video tape of Chacin's last start in Oakland. Trying to get a read on his delivery, his release point, his tendencies, his move to first base, all that stuff. And that while the Rangers were doing all that in their video room, the Jays were just chilling and watching The Italian Job in theirs. We ended up killing them 8-0. I love this team - what a bunch of role models.

- Just bear with me for one more baseball point. I need to find someone that can read Korean (I think it's Korean) so that they can translate these comics for me. I can make some of it out - like this one which is about the new season. There's last year's best couple of pitchers there at the top (that's Mark Prior going into a tailspin), the big free agent signings in the middle, and the top candidates to rebound from injury filled years at the bottom. Yes, I believe that giant purple monster has trampled Ken Griffey Jr. who is a rebound candidate every single year.

But sometimes I'm just lost. Take this one about the Jays for example. I get most of it, like the one about how hard Alex Rios throws (he had 11 assists last year) or how the Jays kept switching Miguel Batista from the rotation to the bullpen. But what's up with Vernon Wells? Why's he running towards a jackpot hill and what the hell is that thing attached to his leg? Is that the physical manifestation of the calf injury he suffered last year? Or is it like all his in mind? I just don't get it. But above all, I really need a Korean translator to tell me what the hell is going on in the second last panel with a naked Carlos Delgado. That is just messed up. It terrifies me.

- These are pictures of a snake eating a kangaroo. I don't really think I need to expand on that. Imagine if an even bigger snake came along and just swallowed up the first one, complete with the kangaroo feast inside him - it would be the funniest damn thing in the history of the universe. I don't think it'd be too unlikely, as the first snake would be so exhausted from swallowing so much that it wouldn't even be able to move, much less put up a fight.

- This is the greatest car ever. Attack me if you dare, I will crush you!

You were lazy about it, you made me wait around
I was so crazy about you I didn't mind

4/17/2005 04:32:00 PM | Comments (0)

A Post About Vince Carter

Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional

Sorry, I know sports posts are boring, but bear with me here.

Vince Carter came back to town on Friday and while I'd like to say I was at the game, I was instead stuck watching it at home with Max and Will. Whoopee! Here's how I feel about the whole situation (and no "Defense is paper thin" jokes, please):

Vindicated
I am selfish.
I am wrong.
Ever since Vince entered the league, he's been prime fodder for the media. At first, it was his eye-popping athleticism. Even people who have no interest in sports were wowed by the things that Vince could do with a basketball. Two-handed 360 windmill? Easy. Jumping so high that he has to duck his head so he doesn't hit it on the backboard? Done. Jumping over a guy who is 7-foot plus? Yawn. Over the first few years he began to round out his game and became more than just a freak show, he became one of the league's best players. However, a string of injuries hampered his career and each incident began to seem like a bad joke. It was unfair that someone who was so naturally gifted would also be so prone to malfunction. Once he was grounded on-court, it became easy to find the flaws in his life off-court as well. He was a momma's boy. He manipulated the management. He didn't take care of himself, which is what made him so fragile. All these things are true to some degree. The fans soured on him, and the relationship came to a tragic end after a trade to the New Jersey Nets amidst reports of his constantly complaining (read: whining) to be moved and that he was not giving the Raptors his full effort every night. Well, the first one everyone knew to be true and that hurt. The latter I tried not to believe, but even he admitted it later. Vince Carter. The only superstar that I have ever known. Asshole.

I am right.
I swear I'm right.
Swear I knew it all along.
Of course, I never completely turned on him. I am loyal to a fault. Basketball would be almost meaningless in Toronto, nay, in Canada, were it not for Vince. It was one thing to be a basketball fan, but to finally have a team and a player that was worth rooting for made it seem like I couldn't live without it. Sure, it was a bad trade and he was at least partially to blame for it. But I was rooting for him in his new town. I knew that he had made mistakes and done the organization wrong, but they'd hurt him too with their incompetence. And regardless of the circumstances, the fans of Toronto have no right, NO RIGHT, to turn their backs on the man who made this franchise. Vince had no idea how to handle the media. He'd said so many stupid things. On the court however...well, any true basketball fan knows what the man could do on the court. He started off slow, but eventually...

33 points, 9 rebounds and 9 assists against Milwaukee. 30 and 9 against L.A. 30, 8 and 10 against Utah with 4 blocks. 31, 5 and 6 against Chicago. 41, 11 and 5, Detroit. 43, 14 and 5, Philly. 34 & 11, Cleveland. 33, Orlando. 39 and 33, Indiana, back to back nights. 39, Charlotte. 45, Boston. 39...39...39...

And I am flawed.
But I am cleaning up so well.
Vince Carter came back to town on Friday. I was rooting for him the whole time. The crowd was merciless. VC Sucks. Carter sucks. Constant booing. The first half was a mess, even though he still managed to score 15 points. His team was down double digits. The third quarter came along and the boos were as loud as ever. BOOOOOOOOOO! A three-point shot. Booooooo! A fade away jumper. Boo! A 20 footer with former teammate Morris Peterson literally in his shorts. Boo. A high arcing floater that looked like it was more likely to hit the rafters than the basket. By the end of the game, 39 points, one big victory and thousands of silenced Torontonians. It was beautiful.

I'm not saying Vince is perfect, never that. But I strapped myself to the bandwagon long ago and that means riding with the highs and the lows. No Vince Carter jersey with an "X" taped over the back. No stupid signs. And definitely no mocking his injuries. The "fans", the haters, took their best shot and he felt it. But then he shot back. Again and again and again. 39 times.

When morning came, I woke up wishing that there was some way that I could cry out to all of Toronto, something like "See? I told you! I told you!" Then I realized that Vince doesn't need someone like me speaking for him. He'd said it all on Friday night.

I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself.
Loyalty rewarded.

PQ:
I told yeh there was somethin' special about you.

4/17/2005 01:47:00 AM | Comments (0)

April Firsts

Across The Universe - Rufus Wainwright

Before I begin, I want you all to know that I was this close to unleashing a post about the relativity of time and other topics that would relate to how much I've been wasting my life lately. But then I went to a rock concert. I'll save that other insanity for later.

I think ever since I saw the video for Smells Like Teen Spirit, I've wanted to go to a kickin' rock concert and be part of a mosh pit. Well, that is exactly what happened Tuesday night.

About a month ago, Lee and Gary were nice enough to invite me to go see Jimmy Eat World. At the time, I was hesitant, probably because he was asking me while I was at work and when I'm at work I have to shut down my mind to keep from crying out. But I digress.

It turned out to be a double header, with Jimmy Eat World sharing equal billing with some young upstarts (at least to me) called Taking Back Sunday. They've been getting some spin on The Edge lately, so I guess that's why they sounded familiar. The opener was this band called The Format. The songs were upbeat and the singer had a good voice. He was probably better than the two headliners actually. Especially Taking Back Sunday, who, the more I think about it, totally sucked. I cannot remember anything about their performance except that they started to work the crowd into a frenzy before Jimmy Eat World came out.

It should be noted here that Lee and Gary did not enjoy the shoving at all. It didn't help that for the first couple of acts, we were hanging back somewhat and trying to avoid most of the craziness. At a rock concert, the craziness finds you.

I have to admit that the whole night I was waiting to bust out. I understand that my buddies were there to enjoy the music of a band that they like very much, but I felt compelled to take in the entire concert experience, for better or for worse. So when Jimmy Eat World finally came out, I didn't exactly resist when the crowd began to pull our party apart. Lee and Gary managed to stick together and actually found a way to stay back from the front of the stage. I, on the other hand, was thrust right into the thick of things.

I felt bad for Lee and Gary that they didn't come with me. I felt worse later when I found out that they didn't enjoy themselves. Lee found himself having to fend off (and even scold) several waster potheads and Gary got kicked in the head a couple of times resulting in his glasses getting bent and a small bruise next to his eye (ouch). Later, we argued about the merits of the concert and though we had different experiences, I sympathize with their frustrations.

Sorry, I seem to have taken a long time to get to the point of this post:

THE CONCERT WAS FUCKING AMAZING!!!

Like I said at the beginning, I've always wanted to be involved in one of these sweaty, barbaric, mindless body piles and I finally got my wish. A twenty year old guy experiencing his first mosh pit. I felt like a poser, which I am. I felt afraid, which I was. I felt so good. It took some getting used to, the constant pushing and pulling of the crowd, but eventually a rhythm is established, completely by accident no less. It's like learning to swim. At first your panicking and thrashing and trying to stay afloat, but eventually you realize that the body is meant to float as long as you keep your cool. I like to believe that I was meant to mosh.

Let me add a disclaimer: This wasn't exactly the most dangerous mosh pit. I mean, these are pop rockers we're talking about, it's not exactly death metal. I like to think of it as "Baby's First Mosh Pit". Yeah, people were shoving the crap out of each other and the full weight of human bodies were literally falling on people's heads and necks (trust me on this one), but at the same time there was the feeling that no one was ever going to get seriously hurt. The audience made a constant effort to protect anyone who might have fallen down. There were several times where I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be tossed around and smashed and all that good stuff. It was an experience in every sense of the word.

I kept thinking, "Is this what I was missing as a youth?" It seemed to come so naturally. I declined any offers to be put up for bodysurfing. For one thing, I had all my stuff in my pockets and secondly, I don't think I'm there yet. But yeah, there was a sense of something lost as I looked at all the stoner trash around me. Sure, I condemn a lot of the things these kids live for. Drugs. Skipping school. T-shirts with curse words on them. A general lack of respect for authority. These are things I don't pretend to understand. However, there is also a confidence, a sense of entitlement, within these kids that I have never known. These kids are making plenty of mistakes, but it's on their own terms. Does that make it right? Wrong? Not for me to say. Is this a life that I could imagine myself living? Would I want to? I will always wonder.

Changing topics completely, but remaining thematically consistent, I also had my first study group today. At least I think it was my first. To anyone out there who may remember studying with me before, well...screw you. You should have made it more memorable.

I didn't really give a crap about studying, though I could certainly use the help. The factors that contributed to my attendance were 1) I didn't want Leanna to think I was a flake. Why do I care what she thinks? I have no idea anymore. 2) There are a couple of cute friends of hers that I've been wanting to meet, Arlene and Diana. Arlene is a cute asian girl while Diana is more my usual type. The whole Diana thing turned out to be a bust as she got a call from her boyfriend during the session. You could actually hear my penis softening. That leaves Arlene, I guess. Results pending. In all seriousness, it was a helpful session and I would have stayed longer if I didn't have to go to work. Plus, I was bringing the funny.

Speaking of bringing the funny, and seeing as how I would like to actually include something funny in a post for once, here's a transcript of an SNL skit I'd been looking for for a long time. Featuring Will Ferrell of course:

F*** this, I'm leaving!

PQ:
'Preciate the loan, Cass. It's all there.
Cheers. Did yeh really rob a bank, aye? Did yeh use yer word?
Yep. Still remembered to say please. Guy behind me in the queue hears this, sees the teller hand me ten grand in used bills--so he tries the same Goddamn thing. He's still screamin' give me ten thousand dollars please! when I'm walkin' out the door. You think that's good, the manager gave me his Trans Am.
I'm glad to see that absolute power's corruptin' absolutely.
Mm. Well, first of all, we had a bad time in the south, an' Tulip got it worse'n I did. Figured she could use a little high life. An' second of all: Fuck it.

4/14/2005 12:18:00 AM | Comments (0)

I have something here you might enjoy:
Commando Fans

I especially like the "best quotes" section (although we know them all by heart already, so it's sort of redundant), "your pictures" with people dressed in chainmail vests, and the letter from the director.

Also, we should all get together for the Commando Drinking game. The rule "Matrix says a cool post-mortem one-liner: 1 Shot" alone would probably kill us. Although hopefully not all of us, so someone can say a cool post-mortem one-liner.

That's about all I have to say about Commando, and this excellent fan site. I think Hans, the Berlin, Germany IMDB reviewer says it best: "No better movie was ever made, no better movie will ever be made. Filmmakers should not aspire to better it; instead let them be inspired by it."

Addendum: Jeez, they even have fan-made Commando song lyrics. This site is too much.

4/11/2005 01:19:00 PM | Comments (0)

I should post more, I know. I've been in a mini-slump, finding it hard to make up crap to ramble about lately. Tweaking some site stuff, working on a new layout, and all that Malaysian bear porn won't surf itself. Oh, and...uh..those "exam" things. Meh. But I did some gay stuff over the weekend, so maybe I can talk about that for now.

Went to a baseball game on Friday with Jess - baseball being the second most homoerotic sport there is. My first ever Blue Jays home opener, complete with a soldout Rogers Centre (hahaha "FrasorCrane"). Couldn't really ask for more...though it may have been nice if they won the game. But we socked the Sox real good yesterday, so it's okay. I'd post some pretty pictures, but stupidhead Jess stole my camera. And by that I mean "I left it in her room."

I'm calling Eric Hinkse to return to his rookie of the year form, by the way. That, or he's going to be traded by the deadline for some pitching. And I read in the program that Vernon Wells' favourite television shows are 24, Lost, and Desperate Housewives - which officially makes him my favourite active professional athelete.

I out-gayed myself on Saturday by hanging out with my buddy and his two buddies, playing some ultra-manly poker and watching the finale of The Ultimate Fighter - mixed martial arts being the most homoerotic sport there is. Two and a half hours of half-naked men glistening with sweat, trying to lock the other guy between their legs. Aaahhh yeah.

And today, I just had sex with a man. Pretty straight forward stuff. ...or not, if you get my drift.

4/10/2005 01:16:00 PM | Comments (0)

BEST. CAR-ADVERTISEMENT. EVAR.

4/06/2005 12:24:00 PM | Comments (0)

It's another one of those times where I give you a joke instead of an actual post, because I'm too tired to type one up. Don't worry though, this is a good one.

What do you call a German shepherd that's been in the sun for too long?

Okay, so I lied. Screw you, I'm exhausted.

Don't disturb my friend - he's dead tired.

4/06/2005 01:49:00 AM | Comments (0)

So, Sin City.

It was everything I expected - no more, no less. Which is to say, it is the greatest movie of all time...until the next greatest movie of all time comes out, or I just watch Van Helsing again. The movie doesn't really offer anything new if you've already read all the books involved, but the joy of seeing a comic book translated so perfectly onto the big screen is quite enough, I would think. Still, I think the comics do a better job of telling the stories, but that's not really a knock against the movie. The comics were just so damn good. Though I did enjoy how they twisted it slightly to involve the first scene - that was a nice little spin - the only original bit in the movie.

If you haven't seen this movie yet, don't bother watching it. Because I'm coming over to "remove your weapon," and if you're not at home, then I can't find you. And I don't really know which theatre you'd go to or which showtime you'd like, so it's probably easier for all parties involved if you just stay home and wait for me. And if you don't have a "weapon" then you can use mine.

...

On second thought, that makes absolutely no sense.

Ah well. Time for some links.

- This is a quality shirt.

- The Old Negro Space Program. You'll be surprised at what you didn't know.

- These pictures are from the 2005 Tokyo International Animation Fair. Here's another one. I don't know why, but I can't stop laughing. A yo-yo? A fuckin' yo-yo!?!

"Space is one cold motherfucker."

4/03/2005 05:19:00 PM | Comments (0)

Temporary Release

Pain - Jimmy Eat World

It was a good day on Friday. It seems like it's been a long time since I've started a post like that, though I'm sure that anyone who bothers to look it up would find that I've started plenty of posts in that fashion. But it has been a while.

To recap why I've been so down lately:

1) School sucks.
2) My job sucks.
3) I have no life.
4) Fuck Jay-Z.
5) Too much Garden State.
6) Not only is there no girlfriend, but the prospects look bleak. Now I know how the Toronto Raptors feel.
7) All my friends are gay.

That list could have been a lot longer, but I think that'll do. Now here's the part where I write, "But everything changed one day..."

Well, it didn't, but Friday was still one of my better days. It didn't start off too well. My friend Leanna was being such a bull-dyke. I was telling her not to go to Short Story class, because I hate the professor and because his class is meaningless. If I found out that I had 24 hours to live, one of the things I would do is interrupt his class and just say this:

Professor Odozor, this entire curriculum is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent lectures were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this course is now dumber for having listened to you. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.

Back to my dyke friend. Her reason for going was that she was staying around campus to wait for a friend anyway (fine) and that she wanted to make sure she could sign the attendance sheet (fuck you). Why should I be offended? To be honest, I was hoping that we were good enough friends that she'd take my advice especially since it was in her best interests. Secondly, being on my "school is shit" riff, I can't stand people doing stuff that they don't want to do because they feel some inexplicable obligation. Like signing some stupid sheet. Pisses me off to no end.

So I gave up and decided that she could burn in hell for all I care. Besides, she did me a favour. Her attitude inspired me to skip the rest of my classes for the day and hang out with Jess instead. I needed to read That Yellow Bastard to prepare for Sin City later. I was going to wait inside New College, but since it was a nice day I decided to chill out on some steps outside instead.

I used to think my friend Pui Yu was a bit odd. Let me explain. Every now and then, when I was hanging out with the guy, if no one was talking to him he'd just close his eyes and meditate. Now I thought, "He's just blocking the rest of us out or something", because I don't understand how meditating works. Maybe he doesn't either, I don't know. I like to think that I now understand what he was doing though. He was just...feeling. Taking it all in. Aligning himself with the universe. Shit, I have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure he could explain it much better. All I know is sometimes you've got to shut up, close your eyes and feel. (Thanks Pui Yu).

Wind. Passing cars. Idle chatter. A hint of sun. A song you can't get out of your head. A kid running because he's late for class. People on street corners handing out flyers. A voice inside you that you're trying to keep quiet. A moment of peace.

Jess came along and ruined the whole thing. I kid. My "meditation" left me feeling limp, so she sat down next to me and offered me some music. We talked a little, about things I can only tell her, but we mostly just sat there. Spent time, which we don't have much of these days. I don't know if it was a moment, but it felt like one.

We met up with Will and Max, watched Sin City, had a circle jerk over it, blah blah blah.

The real highlight was the Vietnamese dinner. I ordered fried noodles. The yellow ones. Seems like I haven't eaten them in a long time. With shrimp no less. It was good.

After bumming a ride off Will (I owe you a Coke), Max and I went to go ball with my cousin Derek, his friends, and Mr. Dan Hocking. I had one of my best games since...well, maybe ever. It's not like I dominated necessarily, but I was having fun. I hadn't gone in a few weeks, so my muscles started aching after about 10 minutes but damn it, that's part of it, you know? By the third game, I knew that the next step could be the one that was going to pull my calf muscle, but I didn't care. When the muscle popped I thought, "Finally." I used to end up writhing on the floor in agony all the time, but lately I'd been dogging it out there so I'd be fine the every night but I wasn't enjoying myself. This time, it was like my body telling me, "That's enough, old boy."

That's what I'm talking about. A day of free will. Telling Leanna to screw off (or was it the other way around?). Chilling with Jess. Skipping class. Ordering a favourite meal. Leaving it all on the court.

Oh, by the way, Frank Miller is a pimp. But then again, you knew that already. How crazy is it that he spends most of his time fending off the affections of comic book geeks at conventions and there he is at the Sin City premiere with Jaime King and Rosario Dawson hanging off of him. This is the world we live in folks. Not that he doesn't deserve it. For the man who gave us Batman: Year One, The Dark Knight Returns, and an amazing Daredevil run, this is the way his life should have been all along. I hope he had sex with 'em all.

PQ:
Your mom still charge a nickel for head?
Nah. It's been a dime since I kicked all her teeth out.
All I got's a nickel...
Nickel gets you my da.
Then I'll stick to my sister--

4/02/2005 11:45:00 PM | Comments (0)