Day: November 17, 2010

  • If I was stuck on a deserted island and could only take one movie with me what movie would that be?

    Easy.

    Boogie Nights.

    This film has everything you could want in a movie: comedy, drama, action, sex, memorable characters, great music, great cinematography, great storyline, and wonderful writing.  Some might add a giant prosthetic penis but whatever floats your boat.

    What more could you want from a movie?

    (look closely, you can see me in that one)


  • Isn't it Ironic...not really

    So as some of you know I am a huge Alanis Morrissette fan...ok, maybe that is quite a stretch seeing I have only downloads of her material and haven't bothered buying anything she has produced.  Anyway I always had a problem with her song Ironic.  None of the scenarios that she sange about were ironic.  Obviously she never learned what the term irony meant in her Canadian public school system.  Well I found a web-article that made her song Ironic, ironic, but since I posted this almost four years ago I can't find where that article is now.

    An old man turned ninety-eight. He won the lottery and died the next day... of chronic emphysema from inhalation of the latex particles scratched off decades' worth of lottery tickets.

    A black fly in your Chardonnay... poured to celebrate the successful fumigation of your recently purchased vineyard in southern France.

    A death row pardon two minutes too late... because the governor was too busy watching Dead Man Walking to grant clemency any earlier.

    Rain on your wedding day... to Ra, the Egyptian sun-god.

    A free ride when you've already paid... all of your money to the good-natured cab driver when you mistook him for a mugger.

    The good advice that you just didn't take... after reading Norman Vincent Peale's The Power of Positive Thinking and resolving that the key to success is making your own decisions.

    Mr. Play-it-Safe was afraid to fly. He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye. He waited his whole damn life to take that flight. And as the plane crashed down, he thought, Well isn't this nice... now I'll never make it to the National Association of Aviophobics conference in Reno, NV.

    A traffic jam when you're already late... to receive an award from the Municipal Planning Board for reducing the city's automobile congestion 80 percent.

    A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break... at the R.J. Reynolds Tobacco corporate offices in Winston-Salem, North Carolina.

    Ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife... with which to kill your spouse for sleeping with the young soup chef who works at the Au Bon Pain.

    Meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife... who happens to be the psychiatrist I recently hired in hopes of improving my luck with the opposite sex.



    Wow, the writer of this comic must have been a warhawk.  This is probably one of the more gruesome comic covers I have ever seen from the WW2 ear.  Just look at poor Jonesy with the smoking hole coming out of his helmet.  If this is the cover, I'd hate to see the inside. 

    So this has a few things that struck my eye.  Obviously the first being the Ultra-man penchant for anal sex.  WTF!  How could that slip past the censors?  Secondly, they didn't know how to center back in the day.  Read the last line on the bottom of the cover.  Strip-for all American girls and boys.  Who's going to strip?  The hot dame swooning over Ultra-man?  My luck, it would be Ultra-Man doing the stripping.  He is just the character that would.

    More war stories.  I have a few things with this cover as well.  First, the awkward stereotypical Japanese.  They look horrible.  The more I look at the Japanese guy staring out at me, the more I think he looks like Jerry Stiller.
    Next, Bucky is an imbicle.  He has the black mask around his eyes.  Notice that he is throwing the old-fashioned bombs with the long detenation fuses on them.  I think by WW2 they got rid of those type of bombs.  I don't think they even used those in WW1.  Those bombs went out of vogue when Hitler came in with his tiny moustache.  I say this not knowing if I am historically accurate but I am trying to make an attempt at the humorous villian from the late 1800s with the curly moustache and when he was up to no good he would grab his moustache, curl it, and say, "n'yeah".  Finally if Bucky was dimwitted enough to throw the most ludicrus type of bomb available he also wasn't bright enough to realize he shouldn't throw it at point-blank range.  I just noticed something.  If you look in the bottom right corner you can see whom Bucky is rescuing.  It appears if he is saving a mintrel.  Maybe it is Amos and Andy.  Oh, I love stereotypes drawn out in comic form.

    This looks so crappy I'll let you make your own jokes.  Seriously the Nazis must have been horrible shots if they can't hit the Black Terror.  I wonder if he is on George Bush's axis of evil.  I mean, he is a terrorist.

    I just don't understand.  Who is blackhawk?  Do they realize taht the force of the cannon would send the tank into a horrible backwards thrust?  Why is the Nazi shooting at the bottom of the tank?  Did people actually think this is how WW2 was fought?  My brain hurts.

    Good old Rex, the Wonder Dog.  A long time ago I posted a Rex cover in which he was saving a child from a tiger.  That cover was the most mundane of all the Rex covers.  This one I think is the most illogical.  Why did the Army decide to let a dog parachute?  Why did they give him a gun?  Can't you just see a group of scientists sitting around a table with military personnel all of them smoking cigarettes discussing the use of Rex in war.
    General:  I just don't think it is wise to send a dog into combat by dropping it out of a plane.
    Scientist:  Well, general, it is completely safe and by using Rex the Wonder Dog we will not suffer as many casualites
    General:  Why do you say that, scientist?
    Scientist:  I say that general, because we will give Rex the Wonder Dog a(long dramatic pause, takes drag of cigarette, exhales, stares at general over the top of his nerd glasses)...gun
    General:  How will he be able to fire it?  He is a dog and doesn't have thumbs?
    Scientist:  Well, general, he's Rex the Wonder Dog (Dramatic music)

    Seriously that is how it went down.
    I hate being away but I need to get healthy and work some stuff out.