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!

Animal Planet

Welcome to the Jungle where the cat loves to scratch 

The rat squeals 

And the polar bear feasts on the blubber of seals 

The pack of wolves be scheming on a bunch of gazelles 

Where the leopards grab the wilderbeast down by it's tail 

You see the chimps they grow hips they hustle and sling in trees 

Elephants for security that move tons of leaves 

The bluebirds arrest parrots that love to talk 

or eagles that stalk fresh-water trout under the wing of the hawk 

You see the vultures pick the pocket of whatever remain 

In the brain we watch but a shadow of the lion's mane 

Whose roar is loud enough to take the stripes from a zebra 

He camouflage his bets and his spots of a cheetah 

Shouldn't gamble with a cheetah and not expect to get beat 

You silly goose you know he move fast on his feet 

Now you're neck deep in depth with a bunch of lone sharks 

So you move on a colony of ants with aardvarks, you see 

Most of the everglades controlled by the gators 

It was crashed by the crocs who came years later 

See the locusts had swarmed with the bees 

the tick moved with the fleas 

The dragonflies and the wasps shared with the seas 

The crab and the leeches sucked your blood flow 

And they laugh like hyenas when they out to catch dough 

See a million mosquitos from the West now 

Carrying the virus that made the boars less wild 

Out of fear of the deer watch for the eye of the tiger 

The Clutch from the Cobra and the venomous viper 

Boa-constrictors that cut your circulation 

Mosts of their prayers die from broke bones and suffocation 

The owls are private eyes that watch from the bark 

Black panthers are the militant who strike in the dark 

Porcupines had a rep' for sticking everything that moved 

In areas that the rhinos and hippos approved 

And the giraffe was a look-out for gorillas in the mist 

And the bats use their sonar to guide and assist 

Those pelicans who smuggle contraband for the whale 

While the skunks spray the scent to keep the dogs off the trail 

The scorpion set up a sting for sly foxes 

that use stool pigeons just to keep them in the boxes 

While the black widow laid a web for the bachelor 

like daddy-long-leg and his hype man, tarantula 

They both prey on grasshoppers beetles and flies 

And they all become instant meals the moment it dies 

What costs little, is a little worth 

so some lose they lives wandering on the wrong turf 

From birth they grow up walking the thin line 

It's like the jungle sometimes 

-GZA

It's Like a Jungle Sometimes.

Two thirty this morning I sat in bed wide eyed and restless. So I decided to throw in one of my favorite Sean Connery movies, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Honestly, I've loved the Indiana Jones trilogy since I was a little guy sitting in my dad's apartment, eating grilled cheese and playing with my Street Sharks. I refuse to see the new Jones installment. To me it just seems so stupid that they made a new one. The smartest thing George Lucas could have done was off himself around the early nineties, after he finished Indiana Jones, and before he started writing the Unholy Trilogy.

Anyways. I was checking out Slashfilm this morning and I came upon this super cool rant from Diablo Cody. She wrote it to all her haters and completely schools them. Anyways, read this...

"I may have won 19 awards that you don’t feel I earned, but it’s neither original nor relevant to slag on Juno. Really. And you’re not some bold, singular voice of dissent, You are exactly like everyone else in your zeitgeisty-demo-lifestyle pod. You are even like me. (I, too, loved Arrested Development! Aren’t we a pretty pair of cultural mavericks? Hey, let’s go bitch about how Black Kids are overrated!).

I’m sorry that while you were shooting your failed opus at Tisch, I was jamming toxic silicon toys up my ass for money. I get why you’re bitter. I took exactly one film class in college and– with the curious exception of the Douglas Sirk unit—it bored the shit out of me.

I’m sorry to all those violent, semi-literate fanboys who hate me for befriending their heroes. I can’t help it if your favorite writer, actor, director, or talk show host likes me. Maybe you would too, if we actually met.

I know my name is fake and that it annoys you. What, do you hate Queen Latifah and Rip Torn, too? Writers and entertainers have been using pseudonyms for years. Chances are, you’re spewing bile under an assumed screen name yourself. I’m sorry if you think I’m like some inked-up quasi-Suicide Girl derby cunt from 2002, but I like my fake name. It’s engraved on an Oscar. Yours isn’t."  Source: Slashfilm

I'll leave you with this...

Bill Groundhog Day Ghostbustinass Murray.

"I Know Everything About Film, I've Seen Over Two Hundred and Forty of Them"

If you haven't already seen it, and you're into western movies. Rent/buy/steal the movie Tombstone. It's by far one of my favorite westerns. Or atleast it's tied for first with The Magnificent Seven. There's nothing that is cooler than four men dressed in black with mustaches and guns. 

Anyways. Last night we got to talking about movies, and their introductions. Discussing which was the best/coolest/most interesting one. And Nate one-upped anybody when he suggested the introduction to the movie Intermission.

I had never seen nor heard of this movie. But I checked out the trailer today and it stars Colin Farrell and Cillian Murphy (the guy who plays Scarecrow in Batman Begins/TDK). Needless to say, it looks pretty badass. But I had to see this so-called "awesome" introduction myself to be sold. So here it is...

If that's not awesome, then slap a hat on me and call me Fucked.

Final Words:

Nate you were absolutely right. And Colin Farrell. I'm going to disregard Daredevil.

But only because these were the best two minutes of a movie I've ever seen.

Now I'm going to sleep. My tonsils are the size of tennis balls.

The pain in my throat is almost as horrible as the pain of sitting through another Perfect Fill.

Thanks Universe, you're always able to even out shitty-ness perfectly.

Infecting my Speakers:

Zion I

Binary Star

Main Source

EDIT:

How come whenever I write something under a video I post, the structure of the sentences

always looks so fucked. Words are split up on lines. Blogger is blowing it.

I Don't Believe In Heaven Cause I'm Livin' In Hell

Raekwon just earned the status of my favorite Wu member. 

I love cereal.

Dear Zachary Treble

Anyways. I've watched the Bob Saget Comedy Central roast twice in less than 36 hours and I've got to say. No comedy roast has ever come close to this one. At least in the vulgarity aspect. Some of my highlights from it included Sarah Silverman's video roast, and Cloris Leachman. Usually when a comedian roasts someone, they follow the jokes up with some kind words. Cloris Leachman did nothing of the sort. It was pure hatred. For everyone except Stamos of course. She is by far the coolest older lady I've ever seen on television.

I'm not sure if any of you have seen this. But if you're comedy fans, then I suggest watching. It's the roast of Richard Pryor. One of the greatest comedians of all time. The roastmaster is the most epic and hilarious, Paul Mooney. Enjoy.

Ever Since I Can Remember You've Been My Best Friend, Me and Hip Hop Til The End.

Sick again. My not smoking sickness has finally hit me. My body has finally decided to heal itself. Fuck. But as Gary Coleman would say..

I found that picture today and I just had to use it for something. Unfortunately it doesn't really fit in with my story! Oh well. 

My life recently has been purely Hip Hop. Not as much comic books as I would like. But unfortunately I'm running out of stuff to read. It's about the time to go to Book Fair to pick up a few books. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated!

Week's Playlist:

Das EFX - Dead Serious

Method Man - Tical

KRS One - Edutainment

Mike Birbiglia - Two Drink Mike

Lewis Black - Me of Little Faith

Diamond D and The Psychotic Neurotic - Stunts Blunts and Hip Hop

Champion - Promises Kept

Blacklisted - We're Unstoppable

Bad Brains - I Against I

I'm going to drink a gallon of water and then fall asleep. Goodnight.

The Recession

Batman #613

Jim Lee

Cover from one of my favorite series "Hush".

There is word going across the interweb that Cher will be playing Catwoman in Christopher Nolan's next film. If this is true. Shoot me. Cher is an Amazon. There is no way her and Christian Bale will be able to stand face to face and it not be awkward as hell. Oh well. Everyone did think Heath was going to bomb in TDK. But he didn't. So maybe Chris Nolan has a few tricks up his sleeve.

Anyways. I found out who it was who called me the other night. It was Aaron's little brother's friend. I'm going to put my fucking fist through his heart if i ever meet this kid. I think the possiblity of that happening this weekend is pretty good. I found this out while eating ribs at my mom's with the ladyfriend last night. 

How were the ribs you might wonder?

Better than anything you've ever eaten in your life. Unless you've eaten God's vagina then you definitely win. But for real, they were awesome. And I know my mom is probably reading this. So congratulations mother on a fantastic meal.

I got a bootlegged version of the new Young Jeeeeezy album last night. So far its pretty good. 

But since it's bootlegged, the quality is very shitty. Oh well. Not too worried about it.

PEACE