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