Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Go BIG BLUE!
It's almost game time and I'm nervous. It's not so much losing as it is whom we might be losing to. The Eagles represent Philly, which just may be the white trashiest to north of the Mason-Dixon line. I'm not joking- I'd be willing to bet there are some serious Nascar lovers in that rat trap. So just remember that when your watching the game Sunday at 1PM, you're not only rooting for the Giants, but you're also rooting for our football team; you're rooting for our city and America. Don't root against America people! I'm just serious.
GO BIG BLUE!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I can reade too!
This really should have been titled "Pet Peeve #811" because really this shit annoys me to no end. Let me paint you a picture- no not literally, jackass.
You finish watching a movie; it can be at a theatre or the comfort of your home, no matter, when some massive douche says "the book was better". Take this moment to visualize me roundhouse kicking the perp in the jaw.
I have two problems with this pompous log of shit. The first is that they say it as though they have just blasted us in the face with some profound knowledge. I mean, when someone says "the movie was better", that is when I'll be somewhat interested in your groundbreaking nugget that the 700 page book was better than it's hour-and-a-half cinematic counterpart!
My second, and this is a big one- see if you can keep up, is that numb nuts said that NOT to really inform you that the book was better so you can go out now and read it, because no one does that shit and they know it. No, they said "the book was better" just to inform your illiterate ass they they actually read a book! FUCKING A! I knew you could read but The DaVinci Code?! I had no idea that you could manage to get through a 300 page book written at a 4th grade reading level. This is amaze-tastic! I'm going to split your head open just to give your massive cerebellum more room to grow because obviously your melon is suffocating your thirst for knowledge, that can only be obtained by reading ridiculous fiction books. Condescend this:
Monday, January 5, 2009
Eagle Eye: 3 Second Review
"Horseshit- everything about this movie could never happen including Michele Monaghan getting rehired for the sequel."
This movie is like a combination of Old School (if Old School wasn't funny), The Rock (if The Rock didn't have any cool action scenes) and The Departed (if The Departed had no good actors)... so what I'm saying is this movie was nothing like any of those movies. Here's the deal, if you can watch Eagle Eye without saying "really?! Are you kidding me?" I will refund you all the monies you paid for this review.
This movie is like a combination of Old School (if Old School wasn't funny), The Rock (if The Rock didn't have any cool action scenes) and The Departed (if The Departed had no good actors)... so what I'm saying is this movie was nothing like any of those movies. Here's the deal, if you can watch Eagle Eye without saying "really?! Are you kidding me?" I will refund you all the monies you paid for this review.
Nostalgia
The basketball game was great (see below) but not close to the best part of my weekend. Not remotely.
On a whim, I called my best friend Tracy, from high school and we made plans to meet up Saturday. Well, she came up with another great friend, Alyssa. They originally only planned on staying for a couple of drinks but stayed for hours. Absolutely nothing has changed. They still smile the same, laugh the same, cry the same (yes, there was crying). It made me feel good that even after 10 years 4 people could sit down and talk like we saw each other yesterday. It made me happy, it was a fulfilling type of happiness. Lol, everyone says you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone. I didn't realize what I lost 'till I got it back. That's not some "I'm so wise and introspective comment (although I kinda am and it kinda is, lol) Hopefully, we'll be joining each other at the Garden for the Bruins- Rangers game!
On a whim, I called my best friend Tracy, from high school and we made plans to meet up Saturday. Well, she came up with another great friend, Alyssa. They originally only planned on staying for a couple of drinks but stayed for hours. Absolutely nothing has changed. They still smile the same, laugh the same, cry the same (yes, there was crying). It made me feel good that even after 10 years 4 people could sit down and talk like we saw each other yesterday. It made me happy, it was a fulfilling type of happiness. Lol, everyone says you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone. I didn't realize what I lost 'till I got it back. That's not some "I'm so wise and introspective comment (although I kinda am and it kinda is, lol) Hopefully, we'll be joining each other at the Garden for the Bruins- Rangers game!
Game Time!
The loud cheers were interrupted by a knock at the door. The door was directly behind me so I couldn't see who entered- but really, I didn't care. I was in heaven. I had my feet up on the seats in front of me, lightly holding my ice cold drink- half in my hand have on my knee. I was staring at 15,000 people.
The room got very quiet all of a sudden, which at TD Garden, home of the World Champion Celtics, was a little weird. When I turned all the way around I was staring at the championship trophy. It's pretty gaudy when you actually see it- just a solid gold statue and a lot smaller than you would think; I feel like there's and Italian guy somewhere that would love to wear it like a chain around his neck. We all took turns taking pictures with it- now, I'm not a Celts fan but you don't have to be to appreciate getting the opportunity to take a picture with it. I imagine it's like girls seeing a famous celebrity and getting a quick pic to remember it. It's funny because you're not allowed to pick up the trophy. It seems like common sense why not- but the quarter size dent on the front of the basketball makes it seem REALLY obvious. Apparently, some wicked shit hammered fans tried reenacting Kevin Garnett lifting the trophy and dropped it. EHHHH, what are you going to do? Faaack 'em.
The room got very quiet all of a sudden, which at TD Garden, home of the World Champion Celtics, was a little weird. When I turned all the way around I was staring at the championship trophy. It's pretty gaudy when you actually see it- just a solid gold statue and a lot smaller than you would think; I feel like there's and Italian guy somewhere that would love to wear it like a chain around his neck. We all took turns taking pictures with it- now, I'm not a Celts fan but you don't have to be to appreciate getting the opportunity to take a picture with it. I imagine it's like girls seeing a famous celebrity and getting a quick pic to remember it. It's funny because you're not allowed to pick up the trophy. It seems like common sense why not- but the quarter size dent on the front of the basketball makes it seem REALLY obvious. Apparently, some wicked shit hammered fans tried reenacting Kevin Garnett lifting the trophy and dropped it. EHHHH, what are you going to do? Faaack 'em.
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