My favorite piece of hatemail, ever...

Frank from Georgia writes:

"I love your articles, but I think that they are stupid."

Dear Frank, you are a hillbilly retard who is too stupid to appreciate the concept of irony. Therefore, I am laughing for you AND at you.

My Failed Interview with Yoko Ono...

I really don't need to go into how shitty this interview was. It speaks for itself in volumes. The whole thing was pretty much a front to get her to answer various Beatles-related questions. It shows. Also, for the record, I am NOT a fan of hers. I just wanted to ask her a few Beatles-related questions. To add some filler to an otherwise horrific interview I have posted my own comments in italic.

1. How did you and John first meet?

In a gallery where I had my art show on.

2. What would you classify your musical style as?

Mercurial. *Really? Because I would classify it as bullshit.

3. What are your thoughts on the musical landscape of today as compared to the one from 20 or 30 years ago?

Vast. *Wow!

4. There are still people saying that you were the reason The Beatles broke up. What would you say to those people?

The four brilliant boys always decided and did what they wanted to do, not what they were told to do. *No shit! That's why they were brilliant and you're not.

5. Your favorite song(s)?

Many songs of the family: Lennon/McCartney, Harrison, Ringo Starr, Julian and Sean.

6. How does it feel to know that even in death, John is making as big an impact on our culture as he did back in the 60's and 70's?

I am not surprised. *Way to be deep.

7. What are your thoughts about the recent advent of people practically no longer buying CDs and instead using iPods and MP3 players?

"Follow where the horse goes." *???

8. Do you feel that music should be free, or should we still pay for it?

We can always pass a hat around. *Again, ???

9. If John were still alive today, what would he think about the world today and the big issues affecting it?

He would have been very concerned. *About?

Bill O'Reilly is a motherfucker...

Bill OReilly

For the past few weeks I have been listening to podcasts of Bill O’Reilly’s radio show. He was never a former radio broadcaster before the success of his Fox News show, and it really does show.

He often comes across as arrogant and self-praising. For a guy who likes to brand his show as the “no spin zone” he sure as hell does a lot of spinning and twisting of the issues. It seems as if every time a caller calls in to disagree with him, he shuts down their logic and supplements his own without even allowing a rebuttal from the caller.

Even though it seems as if I am just bashing his style, I will give him credit for being honest about where he stands to his viewers. Too often these days the news media tries to keep a lid on personal feelings and honesty to it’s viewers. I feel that at times O’Reilly can be a breath of fresh air in a media dominated by liberal bias.

Also, he comes across better on his television show then on his radio show. This is probably because he can’t cut off his guests and must deal with an opposing viewpoint as oppose to just shutting off their phone line as he often does on his radio show.

The one major gripe that I have with him is that he states that there is no such thing as a political middle ground, and that we must either choose to fully support the Republicans or the Democrats. I feel that there can be a middle ground. You can be against abortion and for gay marriage and O’Reilly thinks that you have to define that by either one party or the other?

But all in all, Bill O’Reilly is an interesting personality who does have a very diverse panel of pundits on his show each and every night. If you are the type of person that enjoys a wide variety of topics, issues, and opinions, then love him or hate him personally, you will not be disappointed by the overall show.

Movie Review: Psycho...


Psycho was a 1969 horror film made by Alfred Hitchcock and starred Vivian Leigh as “Marion” and Anthony Perkins as “Norman Bates”.

The film was shot in black and white and had quite an impact when it was first released. In fact, the film was so controversial that you were not allowed to show up to the theatre late and people were encouraged to keep the twist ending a secret from their friends, as to not spoil the fun of seeing the movie progress through its unique and shocking plot twists.

The film starts off mild-mannered enough. We see a woman(Marion) waking up from a romantic night with her boyfriend. Nothing out of the ordinary, so far. Until one day, while Marion is at work, she is given a spot of good fortune. All of a sudden her boss’ friend just hands her forty thousand dollars. She promptly takes the money and leaves town.

It is when she first leaves town with the money that you really start to hear the beautiful craftsmanship behind the musical score. Every note just keeps eluding to something big about to happen just around the corner. This seems to be a key element of the film. Every time you think that the “action” is over, the musical score hits you like a brick wall to remind you that yet another twist is right around the corner.

After Marion leaves town, she gets tired from driving and stops off at the Bates’ Motel. This is where we meet Norman Bates. He seems like an average middle-class man supporting his mother by running a motel. But if Hitchcock has taught us anything, it is that we should never judge a book by it’s cover. After the introduction of Norman Bates, the film goes into detail about his hobbies and interests. It is at this point that we realize that there may be more to Norman Bates then meets the eye.

I will, most certainly, not give away the ending, but I would be remiss if I did not talk, at least a little bit, about the now infamous “shower scene”. If I were reviewing this film back in 1968 I would definitely leave you hanging in suspense by this point and start to wrap up my review. But enough time has passed that, while not everyone has seen the ending, everyone, at least, knows about the shower scene. I will be honest, it really has not stood the test of time very well. Maybe back in the sixties it was considered obscene or gory, but by today’s standards it is to jokey and campy to elicit anything outside of small giggles and the feeling of getting ripped off. Why ripped off? Because by today’s standards for horror movies, when the director waits 40 minutes to kill off the leading lady, there had better be one hell of a bloody payoff. Instead, in Psycho we get choppy camera angles and a few drips of blood running down a drain.

But what the film lacks in a good payoff in the shower scene it more then makes up for with its following suspense and shocking twist ending. The rest of the movie, without giving away anything too interesting, involves a detective searching for Marion and her forty thousand dollars. At the same time, her sister and boyfriend hatch a plan to search for Marion as well, only to discover the deep, dark secrets hidden inside of the Bates Motel.

The setting and ambience is impeccable. From the old, Victorian style of the Bates’ house, to the creepy and rustic atmosphere of the motel itself. Alfred Hitchcock made sure that if the musical score and building suspense didn’t scare you, that at least the setting would.

On a scale of one to five stars I would have to give Psycho 3 stars. While it is truly a milestone in cinema history as well as being an effective horror movie back in the 1960s, its shock value has been reduced by the ever-growing tolerance of society towards horror movies that contain more and more gore and violence. Unless you are a die-hard fan of Hitchcock or a huge movie buff, save this one for a Saturday night rental.

The B-Side...

My new post...

You see this? This is my new fucking post. You know what that means? I'm getting some fucking hits tonight. My boys, they're all forwarding the same post, they're getting some fucking hits tonight. I'm gonna type on every fucking keypad that falls on my lap. I'm gonna type until my hand falls off.

Solja Boi needs to die, right now..

He needs to be hung up by his balls and executed in a style and manner befitting of an 18th century witch hunt. It's people like him that make the terrorists hate us more and more each day. Based on that kind of logic, one might even say that people like Solja Boi are responsible for 9/11 itself.

Fuck Kwanzaa...

Nobody fucking cares! Even 99.999% of black people don't care. And the 00.001% that do consist solely of Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, and that African dude in your office that makes you put up that Kwanzaa-style menorah with the fruity colors on it, or else "his people" will get offended. Says him.

Will Ferrall needs to quit while he's ahead...

Just quit now, take your millions of dollars, and end on a high-note. Don't continue to make comedies based on obscure sports. Don't end up continuing a downward spiral like so many other SNL allum. Dan Akroyd or Chevy Chase anyone? Need I remind you all about Blues Brothers 2000?

The End: Part I(original idea)...

I simply am just out of steam. A man can continue writing on an almost daily basis for so long before he gives in. While i'll regret giving this up every time I get a rant in my head that needs venting. I have always held true to the belief that people will think of you better if you leave them wanting more. Also, I don't want to keep going if I can't be on a schedule that allows me to post on a semi-daily basis. And with that I bid you farewell.....for now.