I just got done watching the movie RUBBER. Now before I comment on it I want you to watch the trailer.
It also stars Roxane Mesquida and she is a total cutie!
(she has a nice tushie too!)
I know, I know. After talking about it on the blog I'm only seeing it now. Sadly the financial meltdown that overtook my life made me put it all on the back burner.
But now I have seen it (and thanks to a friend I have also read the comic) and I really enjoyed the movie. It was incredibly over the top and had a lot of heart. I found it superior to the comic in every way, a little more joyful in its premise and fun.
It goes without saying that Chloë Moretz stole the show as Hit-Girl and not just because her character is a pint-sized version of Wolverine. The young actress in question really brings a lot to the role and I hope to see more work from her in the future. And I especially hope she doesn't go all Lindsay Lohan on us.
So here's to you KICK-ASS you were worth the wait.
Oh by the way… an amusing side note the first book I ever wrote was called THE HERO. I wrote it back in 1986 when I was in high school when I should have been paying attention and learning basic punctuation and stuff. It was about a high school kid that tries to be a super hero but it had my standard over the top humor and sudden left turns into just plain weirdness.
It was a pretty lousy book by a pretty weird 18 year old but it made my classmates laugh when they read it so that was cool.
The main character by the way was called Captain Hero just like the main character of my LOCAL HEROES stories. I guess the more things change the more they stay the same.
A MAN HAS appeared before Limerick District Court charged with ordering his Alsatian dog to have sex with a 43-year-old mother of four, who died from an adverse allergic reaction to the intercourse...
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The noose is prepared, and I can’t wait to climb on the chair and put it round my neck. I can’t take it any more. Perhaps the young ones can find a way to adapt to this condition. I certainly hope so, otherwise it could signal the end of the human race...
How did it come to this? I try not to look nervous, try not to look guilty. I’m not guilty, dammit. The detective has left the room again, to leave me stewing in my own anxieties. Dear God, help me...
Without fear of hyperbole, I can tell you that this video is one of the most awful things I have ever seen in my entire life. The only word I can think of to properly describe it is "atrocity." I mean, an American girl dressing in Ganguro fashion -- widely renown as the planet's most awful teen "style," and one that went out of fashion in Japan a full decade ago is terrible enough. But then you have her sing a song that makes Rebecca Black's "Friday" sound like The Beatles' "Yesterday" -- and with less talent than Rebecca Black, and the awfulness is quadrupled. And then you put her in way too tight clothes, all covered with Pokémon, in the most pandering, transparent attempt at "sexy-cute" ever seen in the history of the music industry, and in all defiance of the fact that she looks like a clown and a teen prostitute caught in a teleporter accident, then fried in batter, and then peed upon -- then you have a terror beyond imagining, a Lovecraftian nightmare which makes sane men tear out their eyes and weep blood, knowing that eternal darkness will never truly hide the horror that walks among us, who is known by the name... Trishii. And she wants you to kiss her, apparently...
Sadly there will never be an ACROBATIC FLEA: YEAR ONE film because he insisted on wearing hot pants back then.
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Rep. Michele Bachmann is the first Republican presidential candidate to sign the Family Leader pledge disavowing gay marriage, premarital sex, and porn. But perhaps the most outrageous part of the pledge is the section that implies that maybe slavery wasn't all that bad for black families.
Declaring that "[u]nmistakably, the Institution of Marriage in America is in great crisis," the document states:
Slavery had a disastrous impact on African-American families, yet sadly a child born into slavery in 1860 was more likely to be raised by his mother and father in a two-parent household than was an African-American baby born after the election of the USA’s first African-American President....
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The air in Rousedower’s Tavern was thick with cigarette smoke. The patrons were college students and middle-aged bohemians; both groups were lured here by the promise of cheap beer and easily ignored acoustic bands. Barry Moore tired to look casual as directed Jimbo and Mike to a corner table.
When the waitress brought the menus, Barry watched while his friends debated over the exchange rates between American and Canadian currency. They didn’t have a lot of either after pre-paying for the motel room and they still had to have enough left over to make the trip back from Montreal to the SUNY Albany Campus. Barry grimaced a little at the thought of four more hours crammed into Jimbo’s Dodge Charger.
“Well?” Mike Proctor straightened his glasses. He was the tallest of them; his face was far too small for a head so large. He preferred to wear tie-dyed shirts and heavy boots. He looked like the Frankenstein monster had collided with a hippie commune, “Where is she?”
Barry made a show of scanning the crowd; he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror above the bar; plain looking with shaggy hair and an easygoing smile. “I don’t see her. She must be running late.”
“I can’t believe you’re making us do this man.” Jimbo Lord wore mostly black, because he’d learned that black was slimming. Sadly Jimbo had never learned that diet and exercise were even more slimming. “I mean we’ve come all this way, can’t you just admit it?”
Barry shook his head, “Admit what?”
“You’ve been telling us about this girl for almost a year.” The waitress brought over a bowl of popcorn and Jimbo dug in, “This perfect girl. Come on. Admit it so we can drop this charade and hit some strip clubs.”
“Topless…” Mike half-spoke, half-sang, “…and bottomless.”
“Guys she’ll be here.” Barry said. The waitress came back and took their drink orders, two beers one soda.
Mike looked over the menu again, “What are the wings like?”
Barry shrugged. The door opened with a long drawn out squeal as another group of college students filled the air with raucous laughter. The band finished their first set to scattered applause and made their way to the bar.
“I thought this was your little love nest?” Mike asked,
“How can you not know what the wings are like?”
“I never tried them all right?”
Jimbo shook his head sadly, “Look. Just repeat after me… There- Is- No- Phoebe- Reischl.”
“You can tell her that soon enough.”
“Lord have mercy. We have got to break you of this.”
Barry took a drink of his soda, “Break me of what? She’s real.”
Mike shook his head, “I need evidence. We have not seen one picture of this girl and you have not received one phone message. Not even an email and believe me we’ve looked.”
“Guys…”
“How far do you think he’s going to take this?” Mike wondered aloud, “Should we settle in and order something?”
Jimbo nodded sagely, “Even in the midst of an intervention, there is always time for curly fries, and wings.”
Mike smiled, “You’re like the Sun Tzu of junk food.”
“What intervention?” Barry scowled, “I don’t need an intervention.”
In his third year of college Barry had moved off campus, of all the applicants he’d looked into for a roommate Mike Proctor had seemed like the one least likely to murder someone in their sleep. Jimbo Lord had come to help Mike and he’d never really left; when he wasn’t working or trolling for ‘babes’ on the Internet, he was planted on their couch. It didn’t take them very long for them all to become friends, and it didn’t take Mike and Jimbo long to figure out that their newest friend didn’t have much luck with the ladies.
When the waitress returned to their table she asked, “More drinks?”
Mike and Jimbo ordered curly fries, hot wings and more beers.
“You know what I think?” Mike smiled, “I think what you need Barry, is a night with a professional.”
“Hey!” Barry said.
“Hang on a minute here.” Mike continued, “I don’t mean some skank, I mean a night with one of those high class hookers you always see dead on CSI.”
“So many things were wrong with that last statement...” Barry said.
“Look, you’re among friends here.” Mike frowned and looked around the bar, “Friends and Canadians. Just admit you made her up so you wouldn’t seem so lame.”
“Yet in doing so you became lamer.” Jimbo said.
The door squealed again and in the silence, everyone at the table seemed to look up at once. Barry felt his entire world tilt sideways. A woman stood in the doorway, she wore jeans and a bomber jacket covered with faded decals; her dark hair was pulled back in a knot. Her smile practically glittered as she waved and headed over to sit down at their table. It was Phoebe, there was no mistaking her.
But that's impossible, Barry thought. She doesn't exist.
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The classic 1980s arcade game from Taito and Midway, which is ranked as the top arcade game of all time by Guinness World Records, is heading to the big screen courtesy of producers Lorenzo di Bonaventura and Odd Lot Entertainment’s Gigi Pritzker. The two have teamed up to option the rights and develop the project and are now on the hunt for a writer to come up with a story...
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You know I lived in Florida for a while. Make of that what you will.
Funeral homes aren't associated with the appropriate, mood-setting venue for a late-night sexual rendezvous.
But that's what a Bluff City man allegedly claims he was embarking upon Tuesday with two women at Tetrick Funeral Home — that is, until the alarm sounded and police arrived to find him inside, bloodied and wearing only his underwear...
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It kind of annoys me they aren't adapting the stories straight out. I'd love to see a movie version of TOWER OF THE ELEPHANT but this still looks like it could be fun.
IN THIS TWILIGHT
Fully Vested
Chapter Six
By AL BRUNO III
One year in
It was a particularly busy day with very little pause time between calls. Mike didn’t mind much, it just meant the day went by all the quicker. By now he did most of his job unconsciously, asking the questions and filling in the blanks while he thought about other things in the back of his mind.
“Sir. Sir. Why would I have your account number?” The voice to the right side of the cubicle was practically shouting, Mike glanced over to see Raymond getting into an argument with another customer. It seemed like it was impossible for him to speak without getting spittle somewhere, “You need to find it. I can’t help you otherwise. No. No. No. Goodbye.”
Man I miss Cosmos. Mike thought. She had moved on to the receiving department, her desk had stayed empty for about a week. Then Raymond showed up, shaking with anger and smelling like he hadn’t bathed in a week.
Jimmy muted his current call and whispered, “Ray man will you please-”
“Raymond. My name is Raymond.”
“OK Raymond, will you please keep your voice down? We all have to work together.”
Raymond snarled at him, showing off his broken tooth, “Are you gonna tell on me again?”
Jimmy glared back, “If I have to.”
The hygiene issue had been the breaking point for Jimmy. It seemed like Raymond never bathed, and it was obvious that he wore the same clothes day after day. He tried to cover up the rank odor by dousing himself in cheap aftershave but all it did was make his odor even more stomach-twisting. Jimmy had finally complained to the call center manager. That had gotten Raymond bathing but his breath still left a lot to be desired.
Mike had to give Jimmy credit; he hadn’t had the nerve to do anything that might piss Raymond off. The man treated every shift like an eight hour temper tantrum. He shouted at callers, he was surly and unhelpful, sometimes he hung up on people just for the hell of it. He made the days nerve wracking.
“Thank you for calling Trinity Advance Corporation, I am James your Sales and Billing Technologist. How may I be of service to you today?
“Thank you for calling Trinity Advance Corporation, I am Michael your Sales and Billing Technologist. How may I be of service to you today?”
“Trinity Advance. Account number.”
The Trinity Advance Corporation gave its employees free scratch pads and pens. Raymond had a pile of both at his desk and was forever scribbling between and during his calls. His doodles were strange, sharp angles and loose curves clashed and occasionally a word or a name would find its way into the mess. In just a few weeks he had gone through dozens of notepads. As soon as one was filled he threw it into the trash and started on another.
During a pause in the calls Mike said, “Jimmy you talked me into it. I will go to the Christmas party this year.”
“Oh excellent.”
Raymond snorted derisively, “Feeding time at the zoo. They laugh at you every year with your cheap suits and stupid conversations. The open bar just makes it funnier.”
Jimmy shook his head, “Don’t get all bitter on the company just because you got yourself in demoted.”
“This company doesn’t give a crap about us dumbass,” a call came through on Raymond’s line but he simply disconnected it, “We’re just a necessary expense, for now.”
Mike shrugged, “They treat me fine here.”
“Like I said feeding time at the zoo,” Raymond snorted, “free blankets for the Reservation. I know what goes on upstairs. I know what this company is really about.”
Jimmy asked, “If you hate it here, why not just quit?”
“I’m almost fully vested, they can’t fire me. They wouldn’t dare,” a strange haunted look crept into Raymond’s eyes, “they have to take me back.”
The calls started coming in again, “Thank you for calling Trinity Advance Corporation, I am Michael your Sales and Billing Technologist. How may I be of service to you today?
“Thank you for calling Trinity Advance Corporation, I am James your Sales and Billing Technologist. How may I be of service to you today?”
“What do you want?”
The fact that gay marriage becoming legal made National Organization for Marriage leader Brian Brown cry!
...With a frightening metal face, it tells you to "RUN, RUN RUN" and will scream at you like Tom Waits yelling through a McDonald's drive through speaker after getting hot grease on his balls. ..
