Thursday, November 02, 2006
Good Grief
There seems to be no other option. If you think John Kerry insulted the military, then you are an intellectual dwarf. Jesus Christ, even that souse Christopher Hitchens thinks this is too silly to discuss. I really have to stop watching tv.
It's Only A Problem If You Hate Comics
I have been reading and collecting comics since 1969. After all these years, little shocks me or makes me gasp/happy/sad.
This did. Thank you Geoff Johns, Grant Morrsion, Greg Rucka, Mark Waid, Keith Giffen, Patrick...oh fuck. I am thanking a ton of dudes for this wicked, wank-a-riffic image. I should be ashamed. But I ain't.
This did. Thank you Geoff Johns, Grant Morrsion, Greg Rucka, Mark Waid, Keith Giffen, Patrick...oh fuck. I am thanking a ton of dudes for this wicked, wank-a-riffic image. I should be ashamed. But I ain't.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Who Needs This Shit?
I have been avoiding NBC's Friday Night Lights like a man with a dollar ignores a toothless crack whore begging to trade a blowjob for a fix. Having lived a version of high-school football, I couldn't see any reason to watch this show and not an episode of "Fat Guy In Barrie Burns Meat On A Barbeque" instead. But I was weak: I read countless reviews praising it and...oh sweet jesus, Ric Flair, Sgt. Slaughter and Roddy Piper are on Raw right now...hang on...Oh hell yeah, The American Dream Dusty Rhodes!
O.K. I am back with a clean palate.
I read countless reviews praising this show and thought I would give it a shot as, supposedly, it was a different take on small-town life and a good drama to boot.
Bullshit.
This crap is by-the-numbers high school football shite. Comically gorgeous cheerleaders. Comically tiny football players with scholarships to Div. I schools (see: that shit flick starring Tom Cruise). And, best of all, wild, untethered camera work! BUY A FUCKING TRIPOD AND LOCK IT OFF!. I just about tossed after watching five minutes of this abortion. In, out, left, right, angle, in, out...fuck off! I don't go to a movie or a play, and move my head like a fucking bobble doll. Nor do I go to a party, find a conversation, and then proceed to run in and out of it, all the while ducking and diving and dodging and weaving. Bullshit~! Oh yeah, I used the tilde bang. It is that bad. Never watch it.
Unless you miss high school. And high school football.
And if you are reading this, I don't think you do.
I watch, so you don't have to.
O.K. I am back with a clean palate.
I read countless reviews praising this show and thought I would give it a shot as, supposedly, it was a different take on small-town life and a good drama to boot.
Bullshit.
This crap is by-the-numbers high school football shite. Comically gorgeous cheerleaders. Comically tiny football players with scholarships to Div. I schools (see: that shit flick starring Tom Cruise). And, best of all, wild, untethered camera work! BUY A FUCKING TRIPOD AND LOCK IT OFF!. I just about tossed after watching five minutes of this abortion. In, out, left, right, angle, in, out...fuck off! I don't go to a movie or a play, and move my head like a fucking bobble doll. Nor do I go to a party, find a conversation, and then proceed to run in and out of it, all the while ducking and diving and dodging and weaving. Bullshit~! Oh yeah, I used the tilde bang. It is that bad. Never watch it.
Unless you miss high school. And high school football.
And if you are reading this, I don't think you do.
I watch, so you don't have to.
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