I Wipe My Own Ass

"It has happened to all of us. You’re watching a movie at your local multiplex when a couple of people near you start talking, texting, or even begin yelling at the screen. We read quite a few movie-going horror stories in our Question of the Week. You know that feeling — The feeling that something must be done. The feeling that the offender must be stopped. You might have even have had a split-second flash of the offending persons being shut up by brute force. But for most people, or at least any reasonable person, it ends there. You might make a loud “shhhhhhh!” sound, a polite way of saying “Shut the fuck up” without having to reveal your face in the dark movie theater. Heck, I usually don’t even do that.
Well, 29-year-old James Joseph Cialella Jr went to see David Fincher’s The Curious Case of Benjamin Button at the UA Riverview Stadium 17 movie theater in South Philadelphia on Christmas. Seems like the Riverview isn’t the best theater to see a movie in, read some of the hilarious reviews of the “ghetto theater” on Google or Yelp. A family seated in front of Cialella began to talk during the film, so he told them to be quiet. But that didn’t stop the younger son from making comments. He even threw popcorn angrily at the talkative son, but the talk did not stop. Cialella became so enraged that he pulled out a Kel-Tec .380-caliber handgun and shot the father in the left arm.
Then what? Did Cialella run for it? Nope. He sat back down in his seat and watched the movie as others ran from theater. The police were called and arrived shortly after, less than an hour into the film screening. It is too bad that the shooter didn’t at least get to finish the movie before being hauled off to jail. The police confiscated the weapon and arrested the shooter.
James Joseph Cialella Jr is being charged with attempted murder, aggravated assault, simple assault, recklessly endangering another person and weapons violations. The unnamed victim was treated at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital, and is said to be okay."
Source: Slashfilm


I can't say I feel bad for the guy who was shot. I fucking despise when people talk during the movies. Unless it was tonight when a guy was choking to death on his popcorn and they had to abruptly stop the movie and people were yelling out to call 911. The only frustrating part was how the whole ruckus started right at the climax of Seven Pounds.

I still can't be a jerk, the guy could have died. A little bit scary.

Anyways. Where is the point in going to a movie and talking during it. It's different if the movie is complete garbage and you have to make sarcastic remarks to get through it. There's a point in going to a movie, to watch it, soak it in, enjoy it. It's not a fucking Starbucks where you go with a friend, have a stupid, grande latte mocha chocolate what the fuck ever it is.
I'm sure that stupid kid would be pissed if I went in with my friends to fucking Scary Movie 8 or whatever horseshit movie he's into.

I'm over it. I just wanted to share that article.


Box:
Curb Your Enthusiasm

Baby It's Cold Outside

Wow.

Chris has returned from minniapolis. From Wu-Tang. Am I jealous he got to see the group I've loved since the first time I heard 36 Chambers? Extremely.

There's seven days left until christmas and I've been listening to 102.3 Clear FM. For the Christmas music. Except for the odd Bing Crosby or Frank Sinatra song, it's definately the worst station ever. If you really want to laugh, turn your radio dials to 102.3 at around 7 or 8 at night to hear Delilah's show. She is the most self loathing "pity me" radio host I've ever heard.
A conversation I witnessed actually went like this
Delilah: Hello caller how are you
Caller: Hi, I would like you to play a song for my neice, she's been down in the dumps lately because all the kids at school have been making fun of her.
D: Oh that's a shame, I remember being in school having the same situation, kids would make fun of me because I wasn't the thinnest, I had acne, my mother would make my clothes from scratch, I didn't have the best grades and I didn't date boys.. Kids are merciless! But then I found that Christ was the only one I need and that I don't have to be perfect to get into Heaven

Mind you, the conversation wasn't that accurate. But that is the most I could remember.
But really. I don't think people want to feel uncomfortable and awkward when they call into your station to request a song. I really don't think they care about how much you hate yourself either. Sure it's a bummer, but if she actually found Christ then why the hell is she still dwelling on the past and annoying the bajeezis out of me. If Jesus actually existed I bet even He would want to fucking cancel your show and have a few hours of dead air instead of a windbag bitching about her past. People call in to request songs that make them happy, but the happiness cancels out when you make it awkward as hell when they call in.

And I'm definately sick of hearing Mariah Carey belt out All I Want For Christmas Is You. It's like listening to a canary getting choked out.

Fuck you Delilah. Play more Dean Martin.

Merry Christmas!

Six Shots To The Chest.

I figured I would show you who the man behind the complaining really is..

Just kidding.. that's my brother.

A tour of my life seems like a good idea right now...
We play chess.

None of those boxes are empty, I have a problem.

It would make sense if me and Chris had some sort of random foot fetish, but we just like shoes.

Current coffee table book.

The mantle.. notice the Hacksaw picture and Billy Gunn figurine.

The guardians in my room.

Current bedtime book. How do you rotate pictures on this?

This collection can sum me up pretty well.

My entertainment unit. Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Monday Madness has infiltrated our apartment

Hidden Gem

Here's some people that can be seen on our couch

Well that's it...

FUCK Y'ALL!

This Shit Is Yo Deaf.

How come people drive like complete morons in the winter. You'd think after living half of your life in the snowy city of Winnipeg, you would adapt to the icy roads and know what you're doing. But no. My favorite is being stuck behind the guy going 30 on Henderson Highway (no exaggeration) and then having him slow down to 10 for a turn. Keep in mind it was only -13...

I can understand not wanting to be in an accident. But holy fuck, grow a pair. I could probably get out of the car and push it faster than you're driving. Even with the icy roads.

Another thing that pissed me off recently, the other day I woke up to find scratches all over my chess board. Thanks Moo. You really fucked the dog on that one.

I can't even piece a sentence together right now. But you should pick up the new Common album. Definately worth a buy.


Boombox:
Common - Universal Mind Control

Let's Bring It Back To 94'

GZA keeps it so real in this photo with the collared shirt.

Buy Some Flowers, Open Up Some Doors, She Needs Some Tampons Homie Go To The Store.

photo: Swar

Here's a sneak peek at what I will be skating and getting wrecked on all winter.
Y'all some suckas.


Boombox:
Murs

Today's A Good Day To Die

There's only twenty one more days until Christmas and twenty more until the 24 hour A Christmas Story marathon on TBS/Peachtree.

Even though I hate all religion with a burning passion and don't believe there was ever a Christ or God, I still celebrate Christmas with my family. I love christmas. Not only because of the presents. But because the time of year is awesome. The snow, lights, music, family, food, everything is a good time. For me atleast. I'm sure some people have a shitty Christmas. Which sucks. But I could easily say that Christmas is the one out of a few times a year that I get super psyched on people and their actions.



In other news...
Sk8 posted a new blog recently it's RIGHT HERE
Big ups to Marky for keepin it realer than real!


I need to shower I feel like a deep fryer.


Boombox:
Boyz N The Hood soundtrack

Skate and Create

These videos blew my mind tonight.









Apparently this contest happened a while ago. I'm just seeing the footage now.
Skateboarding is so cool.

Goodnight.


Boombox..

nothing

Wa Dada Dang, Wa Dadada Dang HEY, Listen To My Nine Millemeter Go Bang!

Last night Chris' passenger window got smashed. I can't help but feel somewhat responsible due to me asking him if we could park in his spot for a few hours. I apologized a few times but I don't think words can really do justice. Maybe I should go to the Manitoba Housing building with a sawed-off and demand some answers.
I wish.

Anyways. It's my mom's birthday today.
So happy birthday mom. You're awesome.



Headphones
New Ludacris is HYPE

My Grandfather Once Asked Me If I Care Whether I Live Or Die...

I've decided to collaberate all of my favorite movie soundtrack songs into one big playlist.
Here we go..


1:Straight up Menace - MC Eiht(Menace 2 Society)
2:Stop Lookin At Me - Cutthroats(Menace 2 Society)
3:Ooh Child - The Five Stairsteps(Boyz n' The Hood)
4:How to Survive in South Central - Ice Cube(Boyz n' The Hood)
5:Let's Go - Kool Moe Dee(Boyz n The Hood)
6:Summer Madness - Kool And The Gang(Baby Boy)
7:Hail Mary - 2 Pac(Baby Boy)
8:Talk Shit 2 Ya - D'Angelo(Baby Boy)
9:Run For Cover - Eric B. and Rakim(House Party)
10:Ain't My Type of Hype - Full Force 5(House Party)
11:O.P.P. - Naughty By Nature(House Party 2)
12:Ain't Gonna Hurt Nobody - Kid N' Play(House Party 2)

I'm sure there's more, but these are the actual memorable ones.

My brother is going for surgery tomorrow. I'm not too psyched on that right now.
Goodnight.


Headphones
Kid n' Play

You Have To Be Honest and Unmerciful To Make It

Fashion is so fucking stupid. Have you watched any of those runway shows or seen pictures of them? Holy shit. Apparently not eating breakfast for a month straight and wearing a vest made of feathers and porcupine flesh, makes you beautiful. Do people honestly think that's sexy or artistic. It's probably as artistic as that guy who tied a dog up and starved it for a month. Pretty much the same thing to be honest.

I hate models. Every single one that I've met, is a stuck up bitch/prick who thinks they're better than you because people dress them up in stupid underwear and take pictures. Newsflash. You're not beautiful. You seem more naive, letting these psychopaths starve you and mentally torture you to look a certain way, walk a certain way and dress a certain way. Models aren't people to admire, they're more-so people you feel bad for. Or atleast I do. I really don't give a shit if people don't think the same way actually. But you should because I'm right.

If I want to know how a shirt looks, I'll try it on. I don't care how some fucking douchebag with spiked hair and lacoste shoes looks in it.

Goodnight.



Headphones -
About to listen to Whiskeytown.

January 21st....

......Is going to be the best way to start off 2009.

It's Yours, The World In the Palm of Your Hand

So I got my first parking ticket yesterday.
Apparently parking on a side street between 9 and 5:30 for more than two hours requires a 25 dollar fine. I could see if I'd parked there, backwards or with my front end half on the road. But no. I was parked like a normal person would park.
Is our society seriously that greedy that it won't allow people to park on their own street, a hundred (maybe less) feet away from their own house, for more than two hours? Where the fuck is the point in owning a car if you can't park in places that should be parked in? I would love to be able to take a transit bus or a cab to point B. But with the rising cost of bus fares, and the overpowering smell in taxi cabs, I choose not to. Maybe I'll just write a letter to the city.


"City Of Winnipeg,

Gofuckyourself.

Sincerely, TJ Morand"

But in all honesty. I've never been in a cab that doesn't smell like a cat died in the glovebox two months earlier. It's not even the East Indian drivers who smell that bad contrary to popular belief. It's all of them. White, black, asian, east indian, alien or whatever else. It's horrible. I can pick up when my armpits smell, in maybe four seconds after they start smelling. But these people drive around all day in a contained box of their own stench, how do they not know?
It's almost like a riddle.

PS.
Somebody buy me those Wu Tang boots.




Headphones...
Pastor Troy

Cash Rules Everything Around Me, CREAM Get The Money, That's Right Go Get Yours Dummy!

It's weird, nothing really pissed me off today? Am I normal now?

Oh wait, I stepped in water. Because our fridge is broken. Why you may ask? Because our landlord is a fucking moron.

And I also got irritated with some guy I saw in the mall wearing those cool guy shades and an off-center hollister polo thing (un-popped, thank god), and the tightest gold chain around his neck. That made me remember why I hate going to the mall. But then I had New York Fries and realized why I keep returning.


I don't think I'm in a bad enough mood to write anything good right now.

Fuck It




Headphones
Ready To Die

December Twenty Fifth Now Thought The Birth Of Christ Was Saturnalia When Men Got Drunk Fucked Eachother And Beat Their Wife

UFC is the most gay thing I have ever seen. Two guys, in a very greasy and sweaty cage, tackling eachother and getting all up on one another. Both with the same jock-douchebag mentallity and the same barbed wire and tribal tattoos that look they were done in their friends meth lab. Probably also wearing some kind of Tapout or Affliction shirt. Sounds just about as gay as Clay Aiken.

The best is when those guys take themselves to a bar and walk around with a pissed off look and stare you right in the eye when they walk past you. They also always end up leaving with the one girl with the platinum blonde hair, who's wearing a pink mesh-back hat and those black highwaisted sweats/tights/whatever they are. They'll usually say "Badass" or "Sexy" across the ass. But in reality they should just say "Wear No Cover, Come Right In".

UFC fans who are reading this, how have you not realized how lame it is. There's usually one punch thrown, the rest is just submission moves and leglocks, which happen to be two of the gayest sounding words that relate to wrestling or fighting.

I met some guy who actually liked this shit and he honestly said one time, "Oh yeah he beat the shit out of him in that PPV!" But what actually happened, one of the guys threw a punch, the other guy ducked, then went straight up to him and put him in a hold, then they rolled around and hugged, then they got tired and one guy "won"........
Wow that definately is some ultimate fighting....!

I have to go to work.



Headphones...
Ras Kass

Last night I had a dream that I shit my pants. And today that almost happened.

Speaking of shit..

Everytime I hear the words "Cindy Klassen is a hometown hero!" I want to vomit. She's not a hero. She's the furthest thing from a hero. When did we start depicting athletes as Gods. "Wow that Micheal Phelps is my hero because he can swim fast!" He's not a hero either. Just because somebody can swim fast or skate fast, doesn't mean they should be making millions of dollars and getting streets named after them. Athletes can't be heroes, they do nothing to better society or help someone. How come people can't realize who the real heroes are? Teachers, doctors, firemen or (some) police officers. My grandma's a teacher and has helped hundreds of kids learn how to read, write and count. How come she doesn't get a fucking street named after her. I would rather look up to her than some bitch who can skate fast.

I'm done.

Chills.

Who would've thought.

In The Country Of The Blind, The One Eyed Man Is King

I've seen enough shitty Joker costumes to keep me pissed off until next hallowe'en. What I loved most is how every single one of the people I saw dressed as The Joker didn't know shit about Batman. Trust me, I asked hoping to find one, just one fellow fan.. But I got nothing but a bunch of douchebags who think that "Heath Ledger is the shit, even if he did fuck that guy in Brokeback Mountain".. I hope Heath Ledger comes back from the dead and rapes you.

In other Hallowe'en related hatred. How come October 31st is starting to turn into "Dress like a tramp Day"? Almost every girl I saw dressed up had a miniskirt/short shorts, and their tits flopping out of their shirt. I'm not saying that it's demeaning or I'm disgusted. I'm not a male feminist like some people we may or may not know... But I am intrigued as to how girls just think it's cool to dress like that and feel no shame. Maybe next year I'll throw on a black open robe, a white collar and a pair of briefs with my johnson hanging out of the side and say I'm a slutty priest.

If you drank a 26 of rum on any other night of the year wearing a cape and leather tights, people might think you're a crazy alcoholic. But if you do it on October 31st then who fuckin cares hey?
Nobody even goes trick or treating past eight anymore. Everyone is so scared of poison candy and pedophiles, which go hand in hand apparently.

I'm planning on spending next years hallowe'en on my roof with a bucket full of eggs so I can throw them at who ever is dressed up as the Joker again.

Bedtime.


Headphones..
RJD2

"What?... All I Hear Is Rich Black Guys" - Evan Burchuk with Headphones On.

The newest addition to my family (not the same car as shown in photo)

My dad gave me his 1994 Pontiac Sunbird for my birthday. I'm thinking of putting some flame decals on the side... Just so I can look like the biggest fucking chotch in the world. 

Seriously. What's the deal with people who think that decals actually look good on a car. If you do it as a joke to simply poke fun at all the asians and muscle dummies, then good job. But if you actually have some form of decal on your car and you're remotely proud of it. Then go fuck yourself. I'm sick of seeing Roxy, Quiksilver, Billabong and any other terrible Board Short producing company stickers in the back windows of people's cars. These people need to stop shopping at West 49, because I'm ready to snap and smash a window or slashing their tires. The funniest/most ridiculous part of this whole trend, is that a good 75 percent of the people with these stickers or decals have never stepped foot on a surfboard or snowboard. I'm not saying I have, but even if I did I wouldn't promote the worst companies on the windows of my car. I guarantee you I could walk around the North Kildonan area of the city and count about 25 stupid decals on cars within an hour. Including the ones of Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes pissing on a Ford logo or something gay like that.

I've never understood this whole obsession of spending ridiculous amounts of money on your car. Putting street glow on it, spoilers, tinting the windows and redoing the entire interior. Save your fucking money and put it towards something important. If you live in your car, it's a completely different story. You've got to be proud and happy with where you live. You're not "cool" if you drive it down Main every sunday night and waste alot of gas just to make alot of noise and annoy people, making them wait in traffic. It's an automobile, designed for getting to Point B quicker than walking or on horseback. I must say though, if I saw someone riding a painted horse down Main on sunday, than I would be impressed. But if they're in some lame car with glitter paint and a four foot tall spoiler, blasting 50 cent or some other marginally talented rapper, then I sincerely hope they eat shit and die.

If you have an El Camino or Monte Carlo, then that's cool, those are nice cars. As long as you don't make it look like God just took a big steaming shit on it. 

In other news, my girlfriend is awesome. If you don't have one, find one. Fuck playing the field, bringing random ass girls home from the bar and risking getting Herpes or some other hilarious STD. I can't lie and say I feel bad for people with STD's, unless they're born with it. But if you catch it, then  you're stupid. Wear a jimmy you fucking cunt. Teenage pregnancy is the farthest thing from awesome. I'm a good example of this. (but my parents are awesome and I'm happy they did what they did or else you wouldn't be reading this.)

I'm tired, but have alot of stuff pissing me off. I guess I'll save it for another entry. Until then. Thanks for reading this far and not closing the window. You're awesome. Unlike the people driving up and down Main street tonight trying to impress the girls in their really sexy Tapout and Afflicted gear. 

Headphones:

Bob Marley and the Wailers. 

One Eight Seven

It's my birthday tomorrow. I'm not as excited as I used to get. Probably because I'm older now and not much excites me anymore. I see the world as it really is and get less and less psyched to grow up. Nothing is Power Rangers and Biker Mice From Mars anymore. It's serious now and it's getting harder and harder everyday to read the news. Humans are being corrupt by greed and jealousy and it's ruining our society. I really don't want to grow up.

Peter Pan had it all. Too bad Robin Williams is a jackass and thought it would be cooler to be a gay lawyer than a kickass Lost Boy.

That's why I hate Robin Williams. 

And his caveman knuckles.

An Entry Fueled by Hatred. Deal With It

"...pornos are to jacking off, what snowboarding is to skateboarding. It's so much work. you need a mountain, snow, gloves, a bunch of gay clothes, a lift ticket, a lift, boots, a snowboard and a shit ton of drinks afterward to help you forget how gay you are for doing it in the first place. Skateboarding, you just walk out the door and hop on your board and you're good." 

-Dave Carnie

Incase you couldn't tell. I've hated snowboarding so much for my entire life. I tried it once, maybe twice when I was ten. Never again. I would rather sit on a comfortable couch, drink hot chocolate and relax for the winter instead of whipping down a steep ass hill getting snow in my nose and windburn on my cheeks. At least with skateboarding you can get off your board and hang out with your friends. On a nice day, share a few laughs, a few drinks maybe and just skate around. Opposed to being strapped to a board and not being able to really socialize with your friends because your voice is muffled by your scarf/neckwarmer. The only drink that tastes good when you're snowboarding is hot chocolate. You can't enjoy a good slurpee or a cold water. I'm sure a few snowboarders are going to read this and hate me. But in reality I don't give one, even two shits if you do. Because you look like a fairy frolicking around in the snow. 

I had to get that off my chest. I'm sick of people talking about how "amped" they are to snowboard this winter. Nothing has pissed me off this much. Oh well.

In other news. We went and saw Religulous last night.

It was awesome. Which is what I had expected. For a while now I've been an agnostic but before that I was one of the many who had been brainwashed into believing there was a God or Jesus. But I don't like being tricked. Now, after reading countless books, articles. Seeing Religulous, and the movie that kickstarted it all for me, Zeitgeist. I just cannot agree with the idea of a "God". It all just seems like a big old fairy tale. It's up there with Green Eggs and Ham.

I stole this article from the Daily Show website. Read it and I guarantee you will think twice about "accepting Jesus into your heart".

"The god Horus was recorded into egyptian history 3,000 years before jesus, and yet they are nearly identical in recorded life experience. What are your thoughts on their similarities listed below? And if this confrontation upsets you, why? What is wrong with analyzing recorded history and asking legitimate questions? Thats what Bill Maher is doing, and i'm greatful for that. 

 

1. Both were conceived of a virgin.

2. Both were the "only begotten son" of a god (either Osiris or Yahweh)

3. Horus's mother was Meri, Jesus's mother was Mary.

4. Horus's foster father was called Jo-Seph, and Jesus's foster father was Joseph.

5. Both foster fathers were of royal descent.

6. Both were born in a cave (although sometimes Jesus is said to have been born in a stable).

7. Both had their coming announced to their mother by an angel.

8. Horus; birth was heralded by the star Sirius (the morning star). Jesus had his birth heralded by a star in the East (the sun rises in the East).

9. Ancient Egyptians celebrated the birth of Horus on December 21 (the Winter Solstice). Modern Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus on December 25.

10. Both births were announced by angels (this is not the same as number 7).

11. Both had shepherds witnessing the birth.

12. Horus was visited at birth by "three solar deities" and Jesus was visited by "three wise men".

13. After the birth of Horus, Herut tried to have Horus murdered. After the birth of Jesus, Herod tried to have Jesus murdered.

14. To hide from Herut, the god That tells Isis, "Come, thou goddess Isis, hide thyself with thy child." To hide from Herod, an angel tells Joseph to "arise and take the young child and his mother and flee into Egypt."

15. When Horus came of age, he had a special ritual where his eye was restored. When Jesus (and other Jews) come of age, they have a special ritual called a Bar Mitzvah.

16. Both Horus and Jesus were 12 at this coming-of-age ritual.

17. Neither have any official recorded life histories between the ages of 12 and 30.

18. Horus was baptized in the river Eridanus. Jesus was baptized in the river Jordan.

19. Both were baptized at age 30.

20. Horus was baptized by Anup the Baptizer. Jesus was baptized by John the Baptist.

21. Both Anup and John were later beheaded.

22. Horus was taken from the desert of Amenta up a high mountain to be tempted by his arch-rival Set. Jesus was taken from the desert in Palestine up a high mountain to be tempted by his arch-rival Satan.

23. Both Horus and Jesus successfully resist this temptation.

24. Both have 12 disciples.

25. Both walked on water, cast out demons, healed the sick, and restored sight to the blind.

26. Horus "stilled the sea by his power." Jesus commanded the sea to be still by saying, "Peace, be still."

27. Horus raised his dead father (Osiris) from the grave. Jesus raised Lazarus from the grave. (Note the similarity in names when you say them out loud. Further, Osiris was also known as Asar, which is El-Asar in Hebrew, which is El-Asarus in Latin.)

28. Osiris was raised in the town of Anu. Lazarus was raised in Bethanu (literally, "house of Anu".

29. Both gods delivered a Sermon on the Mount.

30. Both were crucified.

31. Both were crucified next to two thieves.

32. Both were buried in a tomb.

33. Horus was sent to Hell and resurrected in 3 days. Jesus was sent to Hell and came back "three days" later (although Friday night to Sunday morning is hardly three days).

34. Both had their resurrection announced by women.

35. Both are supposed to return for a 1000-year reign.

36. Horus is known as KRST, the anointed one. Jesus was known as the Christ (which means "anointed one".

37. Both Jesus and Horus have been called the good shepherd, the lamb of God, the bread of life, the son of man, the Word, the fisher, and the winnower.

38. Both are associated with the zodiac sign of Pisces (the fish).

39. Both are associated with the symbols of the fish, the beetle, the vine, and the shepherd's crook.

40. Horus was born in Anu ("the place of bread" and Jesus was born in Bethlehem ("the house of bread".

41. "The infant Horus was carried out of Egypt to escape the wrath of Typhon. The infant Jesus was carried into Egypt to escape the wrath of Herod. Concerning the infant Jesus, the New Testament states the following prophecy: 'Out of Egypt have I called my son.'" (See Point 13)

42. Both were transfigured on the mount.

43. The catacombs of Rome have pictures of the infant Horus being held by his mother, not unlike the modern-day images of "Madonna and Child."

44. Noted English author C. W. King says that both Isis and Mary are called "Immaculate".

45. Horus says: "Osiris, I am your son, come to glorify your soul, and to give you even more power." And Jesus says: "Now is the Son of Man glorified and God is glorified in him. If God is glorified in him, God will glorify the Son in himself, and will glorify him at once."

46. Horus was identified with the Tau (cross)."

If you don't believe Jon Stewart is telling the truth, go to the library and read a book. Not the Bible. Since it's a big book of fairy tales. And if someone is going to preach to me about how I'm negative or something. Then fuck off and don't read this blog again. Because that's just how I am. 

PS. sorry Mom!

"You know the name of the game yo' girl chose me. Now we can handle this like gentlemen or we can get into some gangsta shit."

The official: Most gutsy halloween costume ever.

I was going to go as shaggy for halloween. Not the rap artist, but from Scooby Doo. But my hair is getting long and annoying and i want to cut it more than anything. So now I'm obliged to figure out something new. Any ideas would be greatly appreciated.

In other unrelated news, I was told the other day again that I resemble James Franco in Freaks and Geeks days. Which I got so psyched on because he's a handsome cat. Upon being told this I went and bought the Freaks and Geeks box set. And Detroit Rock City. Just for kicks. 

Now I'm going to go to work because apparently I'm a massochist since I still work at American Apparel and am too lazy to look for new employment.

I'll leave you with this trailer for the upcoming Notorious BIG biopic. 

Can't wait to see this one.

Dead Snow

Reading Slashfilm today and I came upon this slice of excellence...

A norwegian movie called Dead Snow. The main idea. 

BLOODTHIRSTY ZOMBIE NAZIS!!

The Description:

"A group of eight friends drive to a cabin in northern Norway where German troops where slaughtered by angry locals living there in 1945. Now the undead zombie Nazi soldiers feast on whoever comes there way"

If for some reason you understand norwegian, than you're in luck. Because the trailer isn't in english. But it doesn't matter because it still looks like an award winner... Maybe a little exaggeration there.. Who knows.

Here's the trailer...

They Laughed Throughout Their Talking, With Every Round Words Come Into Meaning

soon enough...

I've found myself loving this chilly weather. There's nothing better in my opinion that wearing a comfortable jacket and going for a nice walk. To work, a friends, anywhere. I love Autumn. Nothing beats it.

Fall playlist:

Murs - Murs For President

Big L - The Big Picture

De La Soul - 3 Feet High and Rising

I started listening to minus the bear again. I forgot how good this band is.

One Nation Under God, Over A Burning Cross

I spent a good portion of the night at my mom's with the lady watching the presidential debate. It was pretty interesting to say the least. McCain was pussyfooting around every question, by following it up with a namedrop, as usual. My personal favorite line of his was saying how "Americans need a more flexible president". I found this hilarious since Senator McCain is 73 and can barely lift his arms up to wave to the fans. I know it was only a metaphor but it still made me chuckle. 

Any smart person knows that Senator Obama won that debate. He not only spoke like a president that you could respect, even idolize maybe. But he looked like it. He stood there confident, full of truth and sincerity. The way the President of the United States should look. He should not resemble a chimpanzee with a really bad haircut. 

I sincerely hope Obama blows McCain out of the water in the next two debates. But knowing how stupid Americans can be, he will lose the entire election. Because people still don't know how to look past the color of someone's skin. 

In my opinion, which might not be much, Barack Obama is a symbol for hope. Not only for the United States but for the whole planet. 

Enough about my poorly written political opinions. 

I really need a good sleep. But first I'm going to watch the newest episode of Smallville. 

Because it's the greatest show ever. 

On the Box:

Ras Kass

Blue Scholars

Fight. Fuck. Coke. Dust.

So what the fuck is wrong with everybody now. All of a sudden, doing cocaine is the new black? It's not 1986 anymore. Everyone who is doing blow now because "it enhances the party" (or some other bullshit excuse), needs to look at themselves in the mirror. Realize what they're putting in their body. Think about how badly they are killing their brain, and grow the fuck up. I'm not really into hearing about how people I once respected, are now doing lines in the bathrooms of a very shitty dance club. Snorting dust up your nose isn't awesome, it's not hip, it's not what all the cool kids are doing. It's what fuck-ups and shitheads are into. Just because the "DJ" is doing it off the spacebar of his macbook, doesn't mean that you have to do it too. 

My Favorite Skate Parts in Chronicological Order (idea stolen from Zach)

Jamie Thomas - Welcome to Hell

Tony Trujillo - In Bloom

Jerry Hsu and Louie Barletta - Subject to Change (such a great song too)

Daniel Shimizu - That's Life

Andrew Reynolds - This is Skateboarding

Dan Drehobl - Krooked Kronicles

Yay.

You have to watch this.

Stumbled on this. Had to share it. Sir Ben Kingsley is fucking cool

The Only Girl that can Make My Shit Jump With the Slightest Touch

I love cereal so much. It makes me happy when I'm in a bad mood. It's like an anti depressant, except way healthier for you. If anybody is reading this who takes frequent trips to Fargo, or anywhere in the States. Then pick me up a box of Cocoa Pebbles and Fruity Pebbles. I'll pay you double what you payed.

Either way, I got Smallville season seven the other day, time to go waste a nice day. 

Peace

On The Box

Cappadonna

I'm Here to Rescue You!