NYC You Tomorrow.

Itinerary:

1. Work
2. Take Photos
3. Eat
4. See Matt and Kate
5. See Nixon crew
6. Work
7. Art
8. Bums
9. Mazza
10. Take Photos

Photo Credit: Me, MFers.

Via Con Dios.

Oh Hell Yes.

Charles Bronson was a badass of leviathan proportions. "Do you believe in Jesus?" He'd ask a street punk, responsible for raping and murdering his wife. "Good, because you're going to meet him." I saw that movie when I was about 10 and I cried when he shot the guy through the face with a .44 magnum, it was so cold blooded. If you are going to take the name of one of cinema's most grizzled ass kickers, it would be a good idea to look like Bill the Butcher and Chopper Reid had a baby in London and then locked him in solitary confinement for 30 years for robbing a post office of $50. I'd probably give that guy a pass. Please watch this trailer and then tell me if you can't hear Paul Walker and Vin Diesel weeping softly and singing Kum Bah Ya.

Monday Morning Movie Reviews: Halloween II

Horror movies are like Taco Bell, it's the same 5 ingredients combined in a different order, and sold as something new and improved. Most of the time you know what you're getting in to, and you usually have diarrhea afterwords. Plus, it provides an outlet for the cottage industry of bands whose members all wear masks, or capes, or both. Generally I would go off about how the remakes of movies are killing the creativity in Hollywood, but as I think about the fart I just let longer than I think about the Rob Zombie movie I just saw, I'd say my energy would be better spent elsewhere. Like thinking about the fart I just let. Man, that was the time of my life...

And We're Back.

Movie Reviews start on Monday. Until then, do me yourself a favor and check out what's been getting done since we last saw eachother:

The Honeypot™ Chronicles

Pretty Pictures

Another Video

I'm Out.

If the internet was a bar, I just looked up and thought, "You know what? I'm over this place. I'm out." Sure I'll miss the smokey atmosphere, the broken Golden Tee, and the grimey locals, but sometimes you just gotta walk away.

Anyone?

If for some reason you are going to be in Bristol this weekend, I would ask, nay BEG you to go to this. Pick me up a print while you're there. I'll pay you back, promise. It won't be like that time at Del Taco that I was all, "Dude, please just buy me 3 crispy tacos, I'll totally get you next time." and then I totally didn't.