Norman Chad’s describes a typical Pete Rose day… it takes one gambler to know another, and remember kids, you gots to know when to hold them, know when to fold themm, know when to walk away and yes, know when to run
Remember Thighs Wide Year 1? We hadn’t the slightest idea as to what the fridge we were frazzen. Year 2 wasn’t much different, cept our penis outgrew our ego by something like 20 inches. And so here we here, Year 3. A lot has changed. We’ve gottsen lazyierer. You blame YouTube. I blame Valerie Plame. But lettuce not play the Plame game. Lettuce ketchup on all the poop that’s worth re-pooping!!!
May 5 – Peabs returns from his self-imposed exile to give us his indepth take on his Coachella trip, which includes some ye olde fisting of Cesar Chavez with a buckle full of table grapes and a head full of bad memories. Obvs.
December 20 – Underdog movie news prompts us to use toon versh for our background pic, which sadly forked up our system and every post prior to it is now stuck with said bckgnd image
February 9 – in one of the mos quietestest dethrownings, we bid adieu to year-shlong reign of Camilla Belle and hola to Her Royal Thighness The VIII, Leonor Ceballos Watling
Flags of Our Fathers & Letters From Iwo Jima From The Filmmaker That Gave Us Space Cowboys Flags Trailer|Jima Trailer
Clint Eastwood has earned the right to do whatever he wants to do, unlike Sylvester Stallone who’s only allowed to do what he’s good it. If Eastwood was dying to bring the story of The California Raisins to the big screen, no one would even second, third, fourth or FIRST guess him (is there such a thing as ‘first guess’?). Hell, I bet the upcoming Dirty Harry video game [trailer] that he lends his legendary pipes to could end up being the breastest game of balls thyme! Then again, The California Raisins‘ 8-bit Nintendo game woulda been breastest Mt Everest AND Suribachi, had it EVER BEEN RELEASED [please click that link]!
Luckily for us all, Clint’s more interested in human drama than dried fruit drama. I’m not gonna go on and on about either of these movies cause you really should see both, if you haven’t already, and if dat be the case then see them in the order that they were released (USA FIRST BIZATCH!). It’s impossible not to compare the films as they are two sides of one enorm-o story, er, um, war, so… I’m going to compare them. Flags isn’t as deeply emotional as Jima, but then again it’s not nearly as boring as it is either. I’m not saying that Iwo is woeful for the eyes, but Flags‘ sucksseeds as a piece of infotainment mo cause it pays equal attention to the home AND away, while Letters clocks waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too many hours on that island. Dats all I gotta say… or not…
Before I go, I juss wanna give a giant middle finger to the Academy for two things:
1) how could anyone with eyes ever EVER EVER say that Little Miss Snoozeshine is more deserving of a Best Pic nom than Flags? With that kinda thinkin Napoleon Dynamite shoulda got a nod instead of Million Dollar Baby 2 years ago
2) Adam Beach from Flags got so hosed in the Best Supporting category. I can’t really disagree with their picks, and no offense to Alan Arkin, but the same rule applies as with #1
Twice again, inspired by the the greatestist single newspaper and sorta by the Bruno skit where one has to choose between giving Jack Black candy or cancer, I ice man giveth to you, what will be hottier and nottier than my shits in the ‘007