Sin City

Watched this film today. I really think the film was lacking in violence and Mickey Rourke. Not enough swastika's either. They could have used a few more swastikas. I was watching and just pointing out all these empty spaces that they could have stamped a swastika on. Though the flying ninja star swastika was in really good taste and did kind of made up for the lack of. So, no it wasn’t really a complete waste of opportunities to brandish the swastika.

If you can't detect it, yes, there is definitely sarcasm in what I have written above. Except for the Mickey Rourke thing. I really liked him in Barfly.

I'm not a censor, I just not big on violence. Seeing a someone shoot a bullet through a corpses head and kill someone else or seeing someone’s head get cut in half by a flying swastika just isn't my cup of tea.

If it's your cup of tea I respect that. Well I’ll kind of respect that. I'll at least pretend to respect that.

Tiramisu? I'm afraid not my good man. It seems you've been misinformed.

I hate to do this, but I must. If in my lifetime I ever wish to claim myself an honest man this must be said.

I'm about to go against my own culture. It hurts but like I said it must be said.

Tiramisu is not, I repeat is not, the ultamite confection. It seems the Portuguese have us Italians licked. Wait just a second there paisan, put down that bustone you're waiving at me like a madman. Don't take any harsh reactions just yet. Hear me out, I swear it's true. Those bastards have done it with simple custard tarts. They're called Pastel de Nata and they're heavenly little treats that go better with a latte or an espresso than anything else on this green planet Earth. Try one for yourself and you'll completely understand me.

We got too cocky, we slipped. We overembraced the coffee flavour. A slice of Tiramisu and a coffee is just too much coffee flavour. There's no contrast like in the Portuguese method of custard and coffee.

What? You don't like what you're reading here? Fear not. You forget too easily.

The time has come for us to step forward and unleash our secret weapon; send in the Milano S Cookies! They will never be defeated. Dip em, or don't. The choice is yours. Eithor choice is a taste of true heaven.

Take that you Portuguese fuckers! Patatish fritish con Ketchup, mother fuckers!

The birds & the bee's.

Who's fucking who here? My guess is the bee.

Excerpt from Don Quixote

. . . 'Have you not read,' replied Don Quixote, 'the annals and histories of England, wich treat of the famous exlploits of King Arthur, commonly known in our Castilian tounge as Artus, who, according to an ancient tradition divulged throughout that kingdom of Great Britain, did not die but was, by sorcerer's art, turned in to a raven, and who, in due course, will recover his sceptre and kingdom, and reign again; for wich reason no Englishman has has ever been known from that day to this to kill a raven? Well, in the days of that good king the famous order of chivalry of the Knights of the Round Table was founded, and the love between Sir Lancelot of the Lake and Queen Guinevere was consummated as is there recorded, the go-between and confidante being that honourable duenna Quintanona, all of which gave rise to the ballad that is so well known and so highly praised in Spain:

And never sure was any knight
So served by damsel or by dame
As Lancelot, that man of might,
When here from Brittany he came,

with its smooth and gentle unfolding of its deeds of love and war. Well from that time onwards, handed on down the generations, the order of the chivalry gradually extended and spread throughout many different parts of the world, and its members were famous for their exploits: the valiant Amadis of Gaul with all his sons and grandsons to the fifth genteration, and the valorous Felixmarte of Hyrcania, and the never sufficiently praised Tirante the White, and the brave and invincible knight Belianis of Greece, whom we have very nearly been able to see and speak with and hear in our own times. This then gentlemen, is what is to be a knight errant, and this is the order of chivalry, in which I, as I have said , although a sninner, have professed; and I do profess everything professed by the places in search of adventures, with the firm intention to employ my arm and indeed my whole person in the most perilous adventures that fortune sends my way, in aid of the weak and needy.'

Jon Stewart

I like Jon Stewart but sometimes I wonder about him. I think he's an incredible television personality. That's the thing though, is he just a television personality? Is that person we see on the television the same person you could possibly bump into in a hotel elevator or at a cock fight?

I find myself agreeing alot with what he has to say. It would trouble me to find out that I'm just agreeing with a television persona and not a persons genuine beliefs. I think that would trouble alot of other people too.

American Splendor

I finally watched this film a couple of days ago. You know what? It was good. Really good. I guess I held off watching it cause of my loss of respect for Paul Giamatti after seeing those trailers for Big Fat Liar a few years back. He was kind of on my black list for that. Actully I'm scared to watch Sideways cause I don't wanna have to put him back on. Plus I'm not big on wine tasting (as you may have read in one of my July 2005 posts.)

I swear, Giamatti's (Harvey Pekar's) rant in the car about Revenge of The Nerds is classic dialogue. Only a true cynic can appreciate the genius of another true cynic.

"Wake me up, when this music video ends."

Unfortunately, I just saw the new Green Day video today. I am thoroughly convinced now that, yes, modern teens are completely lost. Get a Perly’s (a popular brand of Canadian map book) you morons. You have to be completely devoid of all intellect to eat a video like that up and go “mmm, yummie. Can I aff some more of dat?”
“Ah, what’s the magic word dipshits?” Reply’s Much Music.

Poor taste indeed.

A Bruckheimeresque (Jerry Bruckheimer like) war story spliced together with images of spiky haired, thirty plus, musical hacks pretending to sing and play their instruments while standing atop circular pedestals. I could have sworn I saw a turd watching and smoking a cigarette on the bottom right hand corner of the screen at one point. I also swear I saw that turd put the cigarette out with his foot and turn his back on them. “I don’t want any fucking part of this.” Are the words that most likely came out of that turds mouth.

Fortunately I figured out long ago that Green Day is as shitty a band as they come. So there really wasn’t any shock on my part. Disgust yes, shock no.

I remember hearing all the hype before the video came out; “It’s gonna be the next Thriller!”

No, Thriller had Vincent Price for a narrator and well choreographed dancing zombies. Dancing zombies! I'm not even a Michael Jackson fan. I hate retro music with a twisted passion. I sure as hell can appreciate Green Day's music a lot more than Michael Jackson's. And even if you put a gun to my head I’d still tell you that Thriller kicked the shit out of this video.

For those of you who don't know me, what I’m saying isn't coming from the mind a biased Republican. I'm a Canadian. Republicans, Democrats and anybody else who follows politics like a religion can go fuck themselves. But I do encourage voting. It’s important to at least have your say in who’ll be fucking you in the future. That way it’s less of an assault.

I think Bush and Green Day both suck. They both profit from a terrible war and yet still have the balls to lie and pretend they don't.

A Hunger Artist.

In response to my previous post about the evil Communist McDonalds Corporation someone e-mailed me this link:

http://www.parxmedia.com/main.htm

Interesting current story about a man and his hunger strike against corporate injustice.