Yep, the spandex crotch shot pretty much sums up what a GBarks show is like: packed and tight. 45 minutes of fun and we were dunn. While Dangermouse was twiddling knobs, and the backing band was pseudo-Revolutionizing, Cee-Lo hit all the high notes he needed to, well, when he wasn’t panting or pointing P-Diddy out in the crowd. Everything sounded the way it should, cept ‘Gone Daddy Gone’, which sadly didn’t stand up to the verz on the record. The only thing that coulda made for a better hexperience was if I saw this show well before I started gettin sick of hearing ‘Crazy’, which was oh, the day the tickets went on sale
endless Chinese water torture at the hands of the always Lethal Al Leong who has ‘must appear shirtless’ written in to all of his contracts
Chloe’s outta nowhere gay ex-husband becomes the next President or the new Mrs Miles Papazian
while former President Richard M Nixon Logan breaks outta Arkham Asylum and terrorizes the city under his new moniker llon Tandro
while Cuthies at Soul Man’s insistence becomes a terrorist porn star and sez ‘Don’t you want to f#ck me, you capitalist pig?’ ad infinitum
while Cuthies mountainous stalker Johnny Drama gets leg implants and becomes the new 4head of CTU
while Edgar’s Italian mafia pals avenge his death while he’s porkin Vito in heaven
while Kiefer enlists the Lost Boys sax playa to help save the world from Christopher Henderson who has been resurrected as Robocop and out to make the world eat maggots
Leon spinks I forgot all about our current and mos luscious jackson of Her Royal Thighnesseses, Camilla Who Rungeth Ma Albert’s Liberty Taco Belle? I didn’t, but you did, you JERKS and JERKETTES! Well, she got into a bit o trouble a few months back and had waz forced to go all underground hiding and shit thru Thighland’s Jehovah Witness Relocation Program. They totally made her ditch her identity and loosen her panties and made her up to look like the Baroness, for her own security, and for my own sick perverted animated porn fantasies with the first lady of Cobra
But she’s back-tion like Action Jackson (if they ever went all sequel on us and stuff), and been busier and bustier than ever, with my doctor ordered 18 daily HJs, tossing out all the bananas from our bags of Runts, and the mos daunting task of dem all, taking Sio Jr and Edgar Jr to Hebrew school. You can’t imagine how much of my DNA dem kids gots. I never wanted to go either, and I complained so much to my rents that they took me out.
Two things that should be important, but really isnaren’t: Bonds on Babe and Marissa Coop flying the coop
60 minutes well spent that you probsbbsbsly spent elsewhere, like watching crap on CrapTV: 60 Minutes‘s 60 minutes of nuttin but Mike Wallace. I doubt it’ll be this grand when Morley Safer calls it quits
EW operation dumbo dropped The 25 Best Music Websites in their shlumble opinion. I think they’re a bunch of effin carnivores, cause how else could they explain the omission of the single bestest music site on the interwebs/nets/netwebs, Brooklyn Vegan. Bastages!! I bet if they did a Top 25 Thigh-Related sites thingamajig, we wouldn’t even make the top million billion
Flyest semi-undiscovered singer I last mentioned in Rocktober of ’04 but wanted to bring to yer attention 1nce again cause I came all over across her myspace page and she’s still mad fly and I’m totally headICKted to her knees’ beesish song ‘Here With You’: Marie’ Digby
I’m sure I’ve missed some, but I’m only human and I have to sleep at some point, hispecially with some French Open and crab eating in my near future. What bout you’alls? What was up yer anus during yer middle schoolish daze, when we didn’t have good taste in music, we hung on Adam Curry‘s every word and cassingles were the Bar Mitzvah DJ’s giveaway of choice?
I’ll admit it, I’m a tough cookie, and some of y’all are a bit Soft Batchish, so will you like Code if I didn’t? Wellllll, if you read the book, probably not so much. And if you didn’t read the book (who ARE you people?), maybe, but only cause you want to join in on our deep conversations about pagan symbolism and Jesus bonin chicks. I’m sure yer all already well aware of the ass raping that Ron Howard’s screen version of Dan Brown’s beyond best-seller has taken from the critics, and since I pretty much agree with mos of what they be saying, I’ll try not to re-hash the horror stories. Although I think Ann Hornaday from the REAL Post said it breast, ‘The movie Sony Pictures has been desperately trying to position as ‘the most controversial thriller of the year’ turns out to be about as thrilling as watching your parents do a Sudoku puzzle.‘, and AO Scott of the Thymes made me chuckle while I was eating Chuckles when he blathered, ‘Ms. Tautou, determined to ensure that her name will never again come up in an Internet search for the word “gamine,” affects a look of worried fatigue [throughout the film].‘
In a year’s time, no one will be talking about this movie — it’s that forgettable. And a year is being generous. Nothing seems to click within the frame. Kinda like Redskins offense 1992 – current times. And I think it’s no one’s fault, not even Tom Hanks’ hair. If another director took a stab at it, it would still turn out the same — lame. What makes for a good read doesn’t always translate into a good film. It’s kinda how I felt about the Rent movie, where it’s believable in its original format, but as soon as it hits the screen, it loses its credibility and no one be buyin what they be sellin. I cunt bee leave I’m about to say this, but, if you wanna watch an entertaining thriller that weaves history with modern times, stay away from the theater and rent the much more engaging popcorn poo-fest National Treasure… btw, there’s a #2 of that on the way. Ha, #2, how fitting!