Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Don't Touch Grampa's Root Beer

Before Joel Schumacher ruined Batman and made a whole mess of shitty films, he gave us The Lost Boys, a perfect slice of camp in a modern monster movie setting.

The Thighmaster lovingly points out it's been 20 years since bloodsuckers got the unwelcome mat rolled out in Santa Clara, and gathered a whole slew of links to that end:

I- Mockery pays
tribute

Reflections of two Coreys

Cry Little Sister, for your listening pleasure

Rice or
maggots -- dinner is served!

Joel Schumacher's
Tomatometer ratings

Movies filmed on the
Santa Cruz / Santa Clara boardwalk

Where are they now? Right here!
Alan Frog, Paul, and Laddie.

David's
squeeze...or Michael's?

Nanook, Thorn, and a kennel's worth of
fictional dogs

and this guy.

This Should Scare You Shitless

These men are looking to score the the GOP candidacy for president. One of them will.

What's Your Real Age?

As long as one of my crazed fans doesn't kill me, I should live into my 80s.



Monday, July 30, 2007

De Master

Bobby D is such a bad ass.

I was watching Ronin the other day, where not only is there the meanest car chase (take that, ghost of Steve McQueen!),

but De Niro doing all the things you want to see him do - shoot people, act tough, and generally be a bad motherfucker.

Even when discussing his Tribeca Film Festival, he will not take any shit.

Bad Faith

A second South Korean body was found by the side of the road in Afghanistan, as Taliban officials made good on the threat of executing hostages. After 12 days of captivity, there still seems to be no plan to exchange prisoners for the South Korean abductees.

How the fuck did South Koreans get into Afghanistan?

Answer? Christian missionaries.


When will these idiots learn that spreading the word of Jesus will get you k-i-l-l-e-d killed? Especially in a Muslim country. The Spaniards wiped out the entire set of ancient South American civilizations, much as Europe had been trounced hundreds of years before. The last 200 years have been no better for the good word being spread, as every far off corner of the world gets infiltrated by people who feel "live and let live" just isn't good enough.

If people want to go to the most primitive and dangerous places on Earth to help others create irrigation ditches, restrain malaria, or improve the quality of live, be my guest. Just leave the damn bible at home. All those good works are tainted by the ulterior motive of adding to the tally so that they can get extra credit points on their evaluation for Heaven test.

The idea is so cliche, that they use it in the upcoming Rambo movie...the good hearted snowflakes go to a country they don't belong in, get jacked, and then need ol' blood and guts to save their dumb asses. Except that's Hollywood, and in real life, you're a South Korean who packed a suitcase because you had a buzz from too much Jesus Juice.

There are plenty of stupid ways to get yourself killed, but this has got to be at the top of the list.

New Beginings, Old Hatred

Thousands of people hoping to be the next over-hyped, manufactured commodity lined up outside Qualcomm Stadium Monday morning.

The American Idol herdings have begun.

The sign may say first in line, but they are the back end of the gene pool. These lunatics are cut from the same cloth as the show's fans - they believe in dreams coming true, dreams powered by reasonably priced phone-voting and murderous renditions of beloved songs by folks who have no business in front of a microphone, let alone being on stage.

Rather than Uncle Tom Randy or Loaded Paula or Snooty Twat Simon, a horde of producers will be cherry picking the top bottom feeders for the "entertainment" of the nation. My idea? Set up all the cameras like a football game (including that above field 360 cam) and just carpet bomb everybody. You could show that to me for weeks, and I'd even pony up a vote just to get into the spirit.


The world needs another Taylor Hicks, like, so much.

Terminatings

A significant fan of Ar-nuld, Death paid tribute to the Terminator's birthday and legendary film body count by wrenching this mortal coil from a few notable celebs.

Proving yet again that they go in threes, the spectral grasp took Bill Walsh, Ingmar Bergman, and Tom Snyder.

I was going to joke about Walsh's genius in The Seventh Seal, or Bergman's brash chain-smoking late night interviews, or Synder's legendary tenure as a pigskin coach, but playing musical biographies lost it's charm about a minute into plotting it out, so...they're dead, okay. But the pale rider did it for his love of the Austrian Oak.

Death also has a sense of humor, and just for kicks gave Chief Justice John Roberts a seizure. Y'know, for good measure.

The Bridge

After being stymied for weeks, The Bridge finally became available through Netflix.

Ever since I had seen the trailer linked from a website, I was fascinated with the movie and the premise. As expected, the film was intense and incredibly disturbing, but an amazing document of one year with cameras pointed at the Golden Gate Bridge. With a combination of curiosity and compassion, the jumpers, their families and friends, and even eyewitnesses were pulled together to paint a thorough picture of suicide at the most popular spot on the world for attempts.

The film is unbelievable and I urge everyone to watch it.


Nobody Does It Like Sara Lee

Sara Lee Corp. is recalling 27 brands of whole wheat bread products because they could contain small metal pieces.

A recent routine inspection of a bakery in Mississippi, uncovered problems with a flour-sifting screen, which was "not up to our specification and raised the possibility some metal could have dislodged," said a spokeperson. I assume the specification was that no metal pieces ended up on the bread.

The products were sold in Alabama, Arkansas, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Mississippi, Missouri and Tennessee – states where foreign objects like small metal pieces would likely tend to go unnoticed in food, hence the warning.

Insert your own bread / metal joke here: ____________ -- I’m already claiming the one where they ought to label the packages to say “iron enriched”…

Friday, July 27, 2007

Weekend Warrior

This weekend will require a team effort.

Nerdtopia

Once a year, bedrooms across Southern California clear out, and pale, physically unfit specimens emerge for a long weekend of rabid drooling and adulation over the biggest names in comics, sci-fi, fantasy, video games, and film.

Comic-Con has returned to San Diego.

While there are other conventions, the annual San Diego gathering draws fanboys from across the nation to warm weather, tourist comforts, and hall after hall of exhibitor treasures. There will be panel discussions, creators signing their work, and mostly, every variety of dork, geek, dweeb, nerd, spaz, and freak.

Years ago, Herr Doctor and I went there to peddle an idea to the publishers in attendance. We expected to be there all day, but completed our task in just a few hours, so we went into Tijuana and walked back across the border with a sock full of pharmaceuticals, and then got the hell out of town. But there's no way there'll be an early departure this year for all the attendees. In fact, for the first time ever the convention is completely sold though between day and package passes.

Of course, World Of Warcraft servers will be greatly relieved of their traffic and local supplies of Mountain Dew and Doritos will be taxed over the course of the convention, but it will be in inverse proportion to the amount of showers and shaving that will occur.


The liveliest element of the entire weekend is the army of goofballs dressed up like their favorite character. While some look disgusting and others bizarre, there is generally a great deal of care put into the costumes, which is excellent when it comes to spandex clad hotties. They almost make the odor and nerdiculture tolerable. Fortunately, the interweb will keep us safe, although we will miss the chance to meet a babe who is down for your video game addiction and comic book collection, and of course, to dress up for my sickest perversions. And yours.







Collision

It is very rare that you get to see a midair collision captured, especially between helicopters.

Two news helicopters covering a police chase on live television collided and crashed to the ground Friday, killing all four people on board in a plunge that viewers saw as a jumble of spinning, broken images.

I can't believe that they still cover police chases, but daytime TV is pretty shitty, and you know people will start tuning in again now that there was a double chopper crash, so coverage will continue.

Don't know how long
this link will be active, but you can see the raw video aftermath. What was particularly odd is that whoever is giving the sparse commentary sounds like he's doing it while jerking off pretty hard. Crash porn? Maybe.

Better than that was an eyewitness account from Rick Gotchie, an air conditioning contractor who was working nearby when he noticed the helicopters overhead.

"I kept saying 'Go lower, go lower,' but he didn't," Gotchie said.

No, he didn't. Thanks, genius.

Since I can't get my hands the actual helicopter footage, this is "Collision" from Faith No More.

Less Than A Thousand Words

Yahoo's photo slideshow caption reads "A model displays fluorescent lipstick and drinks made by fluorescent protein during the Bio Taiwan Exhibition, July 26, in Taipei."

If there had been an article I figure it would have gone into greater detail about those genderless science fiction adherents and their dastardly plans, which look to be implemented in singles bars.

Perhaps we'll never know...

Recharging The Devil

Vice President Dick Cheney will have a new internal heart defibrillator implanted on Saturday morning because the battery needs replacing.

I hope that motherfucker dies. I'd make a joke or something, but honestly, I just want that evil prick to die.

Aqua Fraudulina

PepsiCo Inc. will now spell out that its Aquafina bottled water is made with tap water.

According to Corporate Accountability International, a U.S. watchdog group, the world's No. 2 beverage company will include the words "Public Water Source" on Aquafina labels. Both Aquafina and Coca-Cola Co's Dasani are both made from purified water sourced from public reservoirs, as opposed to Danone's Evian or Nestle's Poland Spring, so-called "spring waters," shipped from specific locations the companies say have notably clean water.

"If this helps clarify the fact that the water originates from public sources, then it's a reasonable thing to do," said a Pepsi-Cola spokeswoman.

I like the use of the term "clarify", which would indicate that information was being updated, but in truth there was no information to begin with. Thank goodness they're doing the reasonable thing. People should know where their water comes from, and more importantly that public water is both clean and drinkable.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

YouSuck

YouTube declared today Tay Zonday Day.

Zonday is some type of retard who creates repetitive songs and sings like, well, a retard who creates repetitive songs. His "Chocolate Rain", while not a response to certain R. Kelly allegations, has garnered much attention on the video sharing site, just going to show that any idiot with a camera can hold your attention if you let them.

America has not learned their lesson after after smirkingly jacking William Hung off.

Zonday, who makes me long for a selective breeding program, is as creepy and strange as the basement dwelling YouTube contributors get without being threatening. Still, siblings should not have sex or carry a child to term, and them allow them access to DSL connections, musical instruments, or a video camera.

The amount of attention the video received along with subsequent remixes, reposts, and commentaries led the site to front page the creature with the name that sounds like a rare tropical birth defect. It's infuriatingly bad, but I'm not doing my duty if I don't tell you it's a piece of shit and then show it.

So here you go...



Need to download the mp3? You're welcome! Creative folk, here's the a cappella version! Mix it up!

Please, sing along.

Chocolate Rain
Some stay dry and others feel the pain
Chocolate Rain
A baby born will die before the sin

Chocolate Rain
The school books say it can't be here again
Chocolate Rain
The prisons make you wonder where it went

Chocolate Rain
Build a tent and say the world is dry
Chocolate Rain
Zoom the camera out and see the lie

Chocolate Rain
Forecast to be falling yesterday
Chocolate Rain
Only in the past is what they say

Chocolate Rain
Raised your neighborhood insurance rates
Chocolate Rain
Makes us happy 'livin in a gate

Chocolate Rain
Made me cross the street the other day
Chocolate Rain
Made you turn your head the other way

Chocolate Rain
History quickly crashing through your veins
Chocolate Rain
Using you to fall back down again

Chocolate Rain
Seldom mentioned on the radio
Chocolate Rain
Its the fear your leaders call control

Chocolate Rain
Worse than swearing worse than calling names
Chocolate Rain
Say it publicly and you're insane

Chocolate Rain
No one wants to hear about it now
Chocolate Rain
Wish real hard it goes away somehow

Chocolate Rain
Makes the best of friends begin to fight
Chocolate Rain
But did they know each other in the light?

Chocolate Rain
Every February washed away
Chocolate Rain
Stays behind as colors celebrate

Chocolate Rain
The same crime has a higher price to pay
chocolate Rain
The judge and jury swear it's not the face

Chocolate Rain
Dirty secrets of economy
Chocolate Rain
Turns that body into GDP

Chocolate Rain
The bell curve blames the baby's DNA
Chocolate Rain
But test scores are how much the parents make

Chocolate Rain
'Flippin cars in France the other night
Chocolate Rain
Cleans the sewers out beneath Mumbai

Chocolate Rain
'Cross the world and back its all the same
Chocolate Rain
Angels cry and shake their heads in shame

Chocolate Rain
Lifts the ark of paradise in sin
Chocolate Rain
Which part do you think you're 'livin in?

Chocolate Rain
More than 'marchin more than passing law
Chocolate Rain
Remake how we got to where we are.


"Demon On The Dance Floor" is also fucking awful.

Disastronauts

The space program just got really interesting.

At least twice, astronauts were allowed to fly after flight surgeons and other astronauts warned they were so drunk they posed a flight-safety risk. An independent panel also found "heavy use of alcohol" before launch that was within the standard 12-hour "bottle-to-throttle" rule, according to Aviation Week & Space Technology. A NASA official confirmed that the panel reviewed health report contained claims of alcohol use by astronauts before launch, but said the information is based on anonymous interviews and is unsubstantiated. Also note that the same official opposed being named because NASA is preparing a news conference Friday to discuss the panel's findings -- translation: the whistle confirmer didn't want to get fired for saying too many damning things in light of the plan for NASA to spin a little damage control magic on the embarrassing situation.

The Aviation Week report doesn't make clear when the alleged incidents occurred, nor does it say whether the intoxication involved crew members who have no role in flying the shuttle or whether it could have the pilot or commander.

At a news conference to discuss the upcoming space shuttle launch set for Aug. 7, NASA's space operations chief was asked repeatedly about the drunken astronaut report. NASA manager Bill Gerstenmaier would only say that he had never seen an intoxicated astronaut before flight or been involved in any disciplinary action related to that. But Gerstenmaier had more news. He revealed that an employee for a NASA subcontractor had cut the wires in a computer that was about to be loaded into the shuttle Endeavour for launch.

Yes, he derailed the inquiry into reports of drunken astronauts by revealing sabotage!

Following the arrest in February of former space shuttle flier Lisa Nowak, who was implicated in a love triangle that led up to charges of attempted kidnapping, battery and burglary with assault, these two news nuggets have further wounded the once proud reputation of the space agency that lost the Columbia a few years ago and still faces scrutiny for a possible moon landing hoax. Factor in the hailstorm that tore into a space shuttle on the launch pad to set back the year's flight schedule and the recent shooting at Johnson Space Center in Houston by an employee who later killed himself and you're looking at a banner year for the nation's space agency. Not helping matters are comments from former astronauts and officials.

Jeffrey Williams, who spent six months on the space station last year, said, "We're trained to deal with things so we deal with them without much emotion." Wow, just like the guy who live in my building in college who'd drink sraight vodka and sit in the corner in the dark and listen to Dark Side Of The Moon.

Retired executive Seymour Himmel, wasn't surprised to learn the information was anonymous. "Let's face it. Astronauts are a bunch of brothers and sisters, OK, and they'll cover each other's backsides because they're part of the team," he said. "And who knows what the role of the particular ones was to be. If he was just to sit in the middle seat somewhere and just be a passenger, you kind of say, 'Well, gee, I hope he doesn't vomit on the way up.'"

Thank God Virgin Galactic is getting started because otherwise there'd be no access to space. Right now, NASA better find themselves Cliff Tarpey to clean up their mess.


Warped Reality

If you start talking with Scartoe, he will blow your mind. 10th dimensionally.

Oh So Fug

Coming out of Starbucks I caught a glimpse at the cover of one of the many free alternative publications and saw the face of Patti Smith.

I have never bothered to listen to her music because she is so frighteningly ugly. I know that there were a lot of drugs being done in the 70's, but was there anything strong enough that someone would have not realized how disgusting she is and fuck her? I believe she is the ugliest man in rock music.

Needless to say, I was so startled that I no longer needed my coffee.

I hope the image of her buttermug doesn't result in some horrible sexual dysfunction.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Blogger's Delight

Rapidly making it's way around the interwebsphere is Beyonce eating a huge shit sandwich down a set of stairs.

In concert.


Those Destiny's Child girls must be passing it around...someone warn Kelly she's next.

This Cup Is Half Empty

Keeping with their tradition of releasing albums from past their prime artists from decades ago, Starbucks has the "comeback" album from Joni Mitchell.

The music will be her first album of new compositions since 1998, and has a planned release in late September. Mitchell described it as "as serious a work as I've ever done" with some dark lyrics, which is the kind of exciting news that any coffee drinker wants to hear about a 64 year old Canadian folk singer.

Paul McCartney's recent album was played relentlessly at Starbucks franchises and the disc sold 447,000 copies - 45 percent of them in Starbucks stores, said the company, who looks to but will have nowhere near the success with Mitchell's album. There are not enough 50 year old lesbians to even justify making the album, let alone the push Starbucks will be giving it, but never underestimate the power of a folk songstress!

One is Joni Mitchell, one is a horse

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Learn Interesting Things On Wikipedia

After finding myself on the Art Bell page (don't bother to ask how or why), I discovered that the (former) voice of all things questionable in the night has an Asian girl fetish and looks like a midwestern pedophile.

Clean Money

Democratic presidential hopeful John Edwards, who reiterated his commitment Tuesday to never accept campaign donations from special interest groups, recently returned $3,400 from lobbyists.

What a mensch! It's nice to see that even in the dirty and deceptive world of politicing that there are still some folks who stand for decency and integrity.

By the way, Edwards raised $23.1 million in the first half of 2007 from other, non-lobbyist sources.

Heinous Corpus

Not everyone in Hollywood is perfect. This is a list of the least wanted body parts in tinseltown.

-.---.----..

“Plus ce change plus ce la meme chose – the more that things change, the more they stay the same”

It’s been 15 years since I’ve been to a Rush concert. The evening was exactly how I remembered it. Every paunchy middle age sunburned–from-excessive-BBQing KLOS listener in the San Fernando Valley brought their creepy truck driving friend and bar-slag girlfriend. Nerd duos roamed freely. Strangely conservatively dressed foreigners and gangly hesher teens in Led Zeppelin tees waltzed through the aisles looking for their seats. And then there was CK and I.

Fittingly, the lyric is from "Circumstances", a complicated and rugged tune from 1978 that was one of many rediscovered songs that made their way into the set list at the Hollywood Bowl stop on the Snakes And Arrows tour, and a perfect description of the night. The band played with ferocity and virtuosity that hasn’t lost a beat in years for people who could have been put in storage between tours and dusted off for each show. The experience was (and still remained) surreal as a hallucination, but with a kick ass soundtrack.

I was glad to rob CK of his Rush cherry, and I think he not only got a tasty show packed with multiple video screens, laser lights, and pyrotechnics, but a first hand look at a counterculture that is more likely to be at the San Diego Comic-Con this weekend than the VIP section of the Garden of Eden. An informal survey would have turned up any number of pleasure-craft owners, denim short wearers, Star Trek aficionados, 40-year old virgins, and guys with a string of petty theft and misdemeanor drug convictions.

I could go on about the amazing bald spot to gut ratio, the nerd tribunals discussing the guitar merits of Rush vs. Van Halen, the lack of a single attractive female, or the post-concert World Of Warcraft plans, but this is all stuff you'd expect from a Rush concert. The fact that you could have walked into any house in Van Nuys and walked out with the furniture goes without saying, but I will continue to praise the musicianship and precision that only the best performers exhibit.

Although it's laughable to be in the midst of such an odd crowd, the music more than makes up for it. I won't wait 15 years to see the next show.

For those of you who can never stomach the thought, our friends on the interweb have already been to the other tour stops and want to share with you.


The Professor's new get up and get down


Subdivisions

Follow The Law To The Letter

After you get out of rehab for the second time and surrender to police for a prior accident where you were found to have cocaine on you, why do they call your arrest a week later "suspicion" of DUI?

I guess a BAC test result between .12 percent and .13 percent and having cocaine found on you (again!) only causes suspicion these days.

Maybe next time she'll need to be swimming in a beer vat on kilo floaties before they have any firm proof.

Monday, July 23, 2007

De Rigueur


MBD

One of the benefits to being into good music is that you get turned onto other good music.

The opening act for Rasputina was
My Brightest Diamond, and while I was expecting folkie solo guitar songcraft, as my slight research had done, Shara Worden came packing a full band (and lucky me for it was the only tour stop she had backing). Although she did cover the lovely Weil tune “Youkali” solo (and in French, no less), her guitar playing and singing were well framed by her backing musicians.

Somewhere between the accompaniment of a string section, Kate Bush vocal theatrics, coffeehouse indie songwriting, and the pages of a cute art school girl’s diary, My Brightest Diamond exists. While Famous Mom took a pass when she heard lyrics of dragonflies and spider webs (and on Rasputina to boot), I recommend the more curious amongst you check
it out.

Crulogy

I came to bury Tammy Faye, not to praise her.

After bilking millions of dollars from gullible followers looking to buy their way into heaven, karma caught up with Tammy Faye and blessed her with cancer. After a decade of sucking sympathy and compassion out of others for her condition and crusading with the same pro-Christian message that got her in trouble, save the sheen of a reformed, supposedly apologetic attitude, Tammy Faye finally took a long awaited and well deserved dirt nap.

While she hoped to be an inspiration to others and believed she was going “straight to heaven”, the fact is that she preyed on the stupid and weak – religious minded suckers, and that her faith is indelibly marred by her hypocrisy. If there is a heaven, I expect her to have the gates slammed in her face. I can only hope that the utterly simple folk who stuck by her charade of fanaticism and religious fervor, and who prayed for her during her sickness and bothered to spare the time to consider her at all find themselves led to a similarly unexpected holy lockout.

When Dick Cheney and the rest of the elite scum of our current administration get their comeuppance, you better believe I’ll be cheering for slow, painful karma to do them right. It’s hard to believe in higher powers and afterlife real estate given the injustice and tragedy that exists on a daily basis, but if there truly is a God, all of these motherfuckers will suffer here on Earth and beyond.

Greet death Tammy Faye, and expect company.

Friday, July 20, 2007

A Weekend To Reflect

Places, people, events...maybe by Monday there'll be things we can share with each other.

I'll be waiting for your post.

Harry Potter And The Incredible Hype

Instead of weighing in on Potter-mania, Chez already nailed it.

Executive Decision

Witness the awesome power of the executive office!

Today, the president signed an executive order prohibiting cruel and inhuman treatment, including humiliation or denigration of religious beliefs, in the detention and interrogation of terrorism suspects. I guess that means there won't be anymore cruel and inhuman treatment, including humiliation or denigration of religious beliefs, in the detention and interrogation of terrorism suspects.

Not that the US was doing that before.

By having somebody write an executive order to that end and signing his name to it, the president and his office, on behalf of the nation, are going on record to curb such actions.

And just like that, all such disdainful treatment has ceased.

With such amazing power, how's about a few more executive orders, maybe curtailing homelessness, poverty, and budget expenditures? Okay, one hurdle at a time. And they say he's a lame duck...

Spiked Arnold Palmer

Golf has a drug problem.

At least that's what Gary Player (no joke) wants you to think. The nine-time tournament champion urged golf organizations to start random testing, because he knows of one player using performance-enhancing drugs.

Not surprisingly, he stands alone in this claim. Heavyweights like Tiger Wood, Nick Faldo, and Phil Mickleson all expressed their doubts. "I don't think there's even a remote chance that will happen," Mickleson said of a golfer testing positive for steroids.

Player said he felt 50 to 60 percent of athletes in the world are using performance-enhancing drugs, but hen asked for a number of golfers, he estimated 10 were using. Nevermind the sharp percentage to numbers drop when holding up golfers, just know that Player believes that golfers are on the juice...and I think he's a moron.

Golf, which I continuously have to remind you is not a sport, will never feel the scandalous sting of steroid use. No golfer will ever shatter a longstanding record while being federally investigated for steroid use. No golfer will ever kill his wife and child before committing suicide and have almost 50 times the normal amount of steroids in them. And no golfer will test positive for steroid use and be in jeopardy of being stripped of their tour title. This is based on the fact that steroids can never play a factor in golf.

Most golfers are already using enhancing tonics, but it is mostly vitamins, anti-inflammatory balms, and other geriatric medicines. And when you see 13 year old Chinese girls qualifying for pro tournaments, the performance enhancing angle goes out the window. Not being remotely athletic or falling under consideration as an athlete, millions of golfers are old or out of shape (or both), yet still play several fine rounds of golf. The same goes for the pros. There's no seniors division in any other sport...what does that tell you?

The foolish notion that something that can be performance enhancing for activities that have little activity to enhance is taking it literally. Are NASCAR drivers next? Just look at any non-sport they're running on ESPN2 to see the stretch this is going to make. World Series Of Poker anyone? It's one thing to build muscle to run faster or knock a man down, but putting just doesn't make the grade.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Palette Cleanser


The only thing strong enough to remove the disgusting image of a wet Bon Jovi is Malice.

One of the interweb's more provocative creatures, she's currently
broadcasting hatewaves out of Italy. She's dangerous in all good and bad senses of the word, and that's alright by me.

Bon Douchi

Jon Bon Jovi is a talentless sissy. But you can add egotistical megalomaniac to that resume.

An entrepreneur with a 3 year old energy drink got a cease and desist letter from an attorney representing Bon Jovi, claiming promotional materials and the can were appropriating...um, the magic and of good name of Jon Bon Jovi?

Marcos Carrington says his coffee-based energy drink is named after his girlfriend, whose name is Jovita, not the 45-year-old rocker, real name John Francis Bongiovi Jr.

In the Jan. 22 letter, objections were made to the product's name "Mijovi" as well as other words "itsmijovi" and "itsmilife". Rather than use Carrington's spelling, the letter used the phrases, "It's My Jovi" and "It's My Life." If you haven't figured it out, that's so that they could draw a parallel between phonetic terms and claim they're the same -- the retarded basis that frivolous legal actions like these are founded on.

Through sheer poor reasoning, the similar sounding name, and that one of his most popular (and shitty) songs is entitled "It's My Life", does Bon Jovi really expect to prevail? Carrington said the words "itsmijovi" and "itsmilife" are meant to mean "it's my jovial life," and the full phrase on the can says "itsmienergy.itsmijovi.itsmilife."

Carrington told newspapers, "It is unfair because Mijovi has nothing to do with Bon Jovi."

Goddamn right! You start a business and then some douche hair rocker from the 80s tries to stake a claim based on his fading vanity. And who the hell would actually drink something that had anything remotely to do with him? The thought of Bon Jovi would cause instant choking.

Carrington says he's willing to stop using "itsmilife" on cans once an inventory of 3,000 cans is used up. I think a good way to speed that up is by throwing them at Bon Jovi's oversized melon.

Who Farted?

Really, who?

Asbestos New York.

Death Warmed Over

You may recall a ways back I began the deathwatch on Tammy Faye, who was diagnosed with terminal cancer and had stopped taking treatments. I am a man who will admit when he is wrong, and whether or not she saw it, I incorrectly surmised she wouldn't make it to the release of the 3rd Pirates flick.

So imagine my surprise (none) that media leech Larry King has her on tonight's show. She looks horrible, as one would expect from battling cancer and dropping to 65 lbs -- and why I only use a small picture. It's legitimately frightening.

I'm sure she'll relay a message of calm acceptance doused in Jesus, but other than to scare small children and make everybody feel bad, why air this? It is not uplifting or empowering or necessary. King is a vampire, and those who tune in are no better, taking what little is left of her life to feed off. Tammy Faye, still the narcissist, gets one more ego trip down television lane.

I suggest a new show called Terminal Death, where every week people in the final stages of diseases get interviewed about what it is like for them to know they are about to die. Afterwards, there will be a one hour call-in segment where viewers can call in and share how fucking depressing it was to watch and then relay a tale of their own to up the misery quotient. It will be the next big thing in entertainment-less entertainment, bigger than the torture porn of the Saw and Hostel movies. And anti-depressant sales will go through the roof.

The "Bad Times" block of programming will continue with another of my new shows, Clubbing Baby Animals. You goddamn masochists.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Hot Death

Given the choice of an explosive burst of scalding steam and debris or the grinding impact of jet fuel and steel airframe, I choose neither. Yes, I can do that.

Between the Brazilian jet that never cleared the runway and went skidding into a gas station (smart placement, putting a fuel reservoir at the end of a too short runway) and the pipe malfunction from the bowels of the Big Apple, I say both are shitty ways to die. The cause of both is officially "under investigation", but that just really means they haven't squarely placed the blame. Brazilian government and air travel cabinetry had dealt with congressional inquiries as the too short and rain slickened runway was not ample enough. And the condensation in pipes that cause a "water hammer" effect is well documented, the most recent explosion occurring in 1989 which killed three - and the leading culprit here.

Instead of pondering a superheated, instant death, may I suggest...kittens!


200, Post Haste

In less time than it took to break the century mark we doubled it. I don't know if that's worth celebrating or not...we're still heading in the same direction -- trouble.

Ookie!

The Atlanta Falcons, who went a mediocre 47-48-1 in six years with QB Michael Vick, may have played their last average season with him.

Vick is at the center of a federal investigation into procuring and training pit bulls for dogfights, which aside from occurring across state lines (that's a no-no), was centered at his Surry County estate.

A federal grand jury handed down indictments yesterday after hearing details from an 18 page filing, and unlike past documents and inquiries which did not name Vick, the filing is littered with his name, including the interesting tidbit that Vick was known as "Ookie" in the dogfighting world.

The football star and three others are named along with their enterprise, Bad Newz Kennels, in the indictment, which holds that at least 8 dogs were killed per their instructions. The methods varied from hanging, drowning, slamming them to the ground, or being doused with water and electrocuted. Charges range from knowingly sponsoring and exhibiting an animal fighting venture, to conducting a business enterprise involving gambling, as well as buying, transporting and receiving dogs for the purposes of an animal fighting venture. Translation, up to six years in prison, $350,000 in fines and restitution if convicted.

Authorities seized 66 dogs, including 55 pit bulls, and equipment commonly used in dogfighting. Local officials had been investigating Vick since an April 25 drug raid at the property and police later executed their own search warrant finding the remains of seven dogs.

In 2005, Vick was part of a civil suit where he allegedly knowingly gave genital herpes to Sonya Elliott. The crux of the suit was that Vick had visited clinics under the alias "Ron Mexico" to get treatments and thus he knew of his condition. Awesomely, a deluge of fans ordered customized #7 Atlanta Falcons jerseys on NFLShop.com with the name "Mexico" on the back. Due to the frenzy surrounding the case, the National Football League disallowed the use of the jersey/name combination two days after the lawsuit.

No word on prohibition of getting the jersey with "Ookie" on it.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Don't Believe The Hype

Maddox ain't gettin' no iPhone! Come down from the mountain, he speaketh the truth. Bow down.

TLC Meets THC

On my way to the gym last night, there was a radio promo for a new online dating site. I thought I'd seen them all, but I was wrong. Enter PotPartner.com!

The stigma of getting high has proven to be the bane of many relationships, so if you want to hook up with Mr. or Miss Right who doesn't mind the 3 foot Graffix bong you keep on the coffee table, step right up.

The radio ad was two gals talking about how one can't find a guy who is cool with her "420ing", and the other tells her how she found a great guy on the website. For the next 30 seconds they say the word 420 a dozen times and let all the stoners know that it's a free to join. Apparently, burners have such a difficult time connecting with other people, so the website proudly boasts being a place where people can meet that at least have one thing in common.

Both the ad and the site blow my mind on so many levels.

First, fuck "420". Back in ancient times (the 90s), when I was in college at UC Santa Barbara, there was a perpetual haze of pot smoke covering the square mile of Isla Vista, where over 17,000 students lived. Nobody, and I mean nobody, EVER used the words 420 in any way, shape or form relative to marijuana. My friends in Santa Cruz, another hub of excessive pot smoking never knew of or used the term. No reasonable explanation as to it's origin has ever been presented -- yes, reasonable, not some pothead conspiratorial coded message about when or where to get high. It is ultimately a combination of savvy marketers who use the familiarity of it to sell useless shit to stupid kids, and the same stupid kids who latch onto the catchphrase in order to not look some much like the posers they are.

Let's make this clear -- smoking pot is great. Kids, ask your parent's permission first, but I am not going to tell you that a little weed is bad for you. It helps sick people, it makes movies and music more vivid, and it fosters creativity. Like anything else, moderation it important, but it is a good thing...except when it is blown up to "420" sized proportions. Everything that's cool and positive about marijuana is the the opposite of what verbalizing, representing, incorporating, and displaying 420 culture is. Counter-culture means exactly what it says, and the overt acceptance of 420 as a rallying call is nothing more than the retarded self-indulgence of the younger generation of pot smokers to feel important and included because they get high. Sorry, kids, but almost everyone smokes a little dope from time to time -- they're just not conspicuous assholes about it centering themselves around an arbitrary term.

(toke)

Okay, I had to chill out -- I was getting too worked up about those dipshits. Another moronic element is the notion that relationships are made and broken over smoking pot, and that it is a relevant criteria for finding people to date. If you smoke so much goddamn pot that it becomes a factor in finding a mate or an issue for a current relation ship, you smoke too much goddamn pot. You have to be a pretty dull tool if you're reduced to finding compatibility based on smoking herb. I think that's a small, specific step above listing eating and sleeping as interests. And to think that if burning one down is the key ingredient is getting along with somebody yet you have to resort to the internet to make a match, you deserve to be alone. A friend with weed is a friend indeed, no?

Looking at the site only prompted more head-shaking at the obvious retardation. Every third girl had 420 tacked onto their screen name and one in four had a thinly veiled pseudonym having to do with pot - can there really be 67 Mary Janes? Also, you can select your usage level to maximize compatibility, from once a month to chronic abuse multiple times a day. Who the fuck would cop to smoking pot once a month yet use PotPartner.com to find a pothead match?

After looking at a few profiles I honestly felt like I had given myself brain damage. Listen, if you're on a website for pot smokers, you don't need to put in your profile how you like to smoke weed...that is, unless you're an idiot pot smoker who is too lit to realize that's a given. Hey genius, tell me something I don't know! If I was at a party and all these people were there, I think I'd just start punching my way through them until I got to an exit. The contact high with these hempophiles could be lethal. I have truly never seen such a collection of party-friendly good timers that had less to offer than these herbalists.

Personally, I think the site is a great way for girls to get abducted and murdered, and while the site does not advertise that function, what exactly do you think is going to happen when women find strangers on the internet to do drugs with? When is there going to be Cokeheads.org or PillMachines.net? Nothing like fostering an addiction and then trying to get people together to indulge it, right?

Since I love you all so much, I decided to register -- since you can't really see anything if you're not -- and save you the trouble of putting yourself out there in nasty cyberland. Just head over to the website, login as IOVUF, password: blog, and you'll be able to look at the profiles and marvel at the desperate, stoney folks who won't bogart that joint. As your courtesy to me, your blogging deity, please don't start posting narc threats or invite fat chicks to my place. Because I will plant such a brick of kind on you that you'll prey they only give you the mandatory minimum. Irie!

On second thought, don't bother checking it out...go get high instead. Way less of a waste of time.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Law & Order: Arrakis

Soon, there will be a Law & Order show for every hour of the day, and it will be prerequisite for actors to do a stint on there before getting work. But until then, all we can do is keep track of the beast as it grows and absorbs Hollywood.

The latest acquisition to the leviathan is Alicia Witt, who may have had many roles in her career, but she will always be Alia from Dune. As it turns out, she's not too hard on the eyes as an adult.

I can't keep track of the 36 different shows or the 249 characters, but hopefully they'll let her use a gom jabbar as standard issue and use the Bene Geserit voice when she interrogates suspects. Hell, give her the spice or some of the water of life and let her do her thing. Crime would be non-existent in about a month.


Alia is one hardcore little girl, and she's got a message from her brother. Goddamn right I'm geeked out on Dune.

Indiana Jones And The Quest For Stuff

Spielberg, Lucas, and Ford reunited for the fourth installment of the series, which is yet untitled and set for release next year. Absent from the cast is Sean Connery, who played Henry Jones, the interpid adventurer's father in the previous film.

One reason for the omission could be the 19 year gap between storylines, or not such a drastic difference in aged looks between Ford and Connery, both of which qualify for AARP benefits.

My sources and this photo tell me he's moved on to other projects...like being a BDSM gunslinger.

Much Ghetto About Nothing

Execs at BET are under fire from both television critics and advertisers for their upcoming show Hot Ghetto Mess.

Based on the the
website of the same name, the show combines viewer-submitted home videos and man-on-the-street interviews that the channel says are intended to challenge and inspire "viewers to improve themselves and their communities." Did we mention that the website features photos of men and women who are mostly black, living in extreme hip-hop fashion, most notably their hairstyles and clothing.

Kinda like tough love through shame.

Turning the critical eye on one's own peeps is nothing new. From The Redd Foxx Show to In Living Color to Chappelle's Show, satirizing and drawing attention to the negative aspects of their culture have provided some of the funniest moments on television as well as the most thought provoking commentary. The website is embracing, but hardly controversial, and methinks that not only is the uproar premature but perhaps unnecessary, save some sly marketing to draw more attention and viewers to the show.

The real news is that Hot Ghetto Mess was my breakdancing name, and now they're locking it up with usage so I can't reform my crew to take back the streets and do a fundraiser so the Miracles community center won't fall into the hands of greedy developers. We did a badass set to "Taxman" from The Beatles, and I had a polo shirt with my name in big fuzzy felt heat transfer letters on it.

Know Your Judd

Judd Hirsch
Career High – cab driving protagonist in Taxi, the eponymous divorcee in Dear John

Career Low – stereotypical jew in Independence Day

Juddliness – 5: Nostalgia and reruns keep this Judd in circulation. Certainly the oldest of this Judd collection, he has hardly reigned since the mid-80s.

Judd Nelson
Career High – rebellious loser John Bender in The Breakfast Club, inaugural member of the "Brat Pack"

Career Low – member of the cast of Suddenly Susan

Juddliness – 3: If he’d done something noteworthy in the last 15 years, perhaps he’d be higher up. Voicing Rodimus Prime in Transformers: The Movie…yeah, could have been that pivot point.

Judd Winnick
Career High – parlayed Real World housemate fame into a career as a comic book writer

Career Low – parlayed Real World housemate fame into a career as a comic book writer

Juddliness – 1: You’ve never heard of him…unless you’re a total fanboy geek. Let’s keep it that way.

Judd Apatow
Career High – writer / director of The 40 Year Old Virgin and Knocked Up

Career Low – Hollywood bureaucrats canceled the genius Freaks And Geeks and Undeclared after one season

Juddliness – 8: Tops all other Judds, in no small part to his impressive credits, which also include The Ben Stiller Show, The Larry Sanders Show, and Anchorman. Plus he’s married to Leslie Mann.

The Judds
Career High – once successful country singing duo

Career Low – Hepatitis C, rapid obesity

Juddliness – 4: Diana and Christina had to get countrified as Naomi and Wynonna to sell their two-steppin’ song and dance. Country music sucks…but they got extra Judd points for actress Ashley.