I too have an amazing costume. I also, cannot wait to post a picture of it!
Halloween doesn’t seem the same with out a pre-rehearsed song-and-dance.
I too have an amazing costume. I also, cannot wait to post a picture of it!
Halloween doesn’t seem the same with out a pre-rehearsed song-and-dance.
I have an awesome halloween costume in store for tongiht and literally can not wait to post a pic. It’ll blow your mind.
No In fact Joseph Stalin is the correct answer!!!!!!!!!!!! Well done Dude.
I’d like to to say a quick word about the severity of an Eagles win tonight on the big stage, Monday Night Football. After losing last week to an abomination of a team, the Eagles never looked worse. And although i usually hate Fox Sports coverage of any sport, they were justified in wasting their time showing the fucking ridiculous bird on the field during the game. What should have been a 40 point blowout turned in a 4 point embarassment at the hands of Tom “Jaw-Dropper” Cable and Jamarcus “Wow my QB Rating can go above 50” Russell.
It was a present to have a schedule in which you play the Chiefs, the Bucaneers, the Raiders, and the Redskins 4 games in a row. That was supposed to be 4 easy wins. And once again I was duped by Donnie McNabb who’s inconsistancy rivals that of former Eagle great Bobby Hoying.
Usually in the tight games like games like this we can count on the defense to pull us through with late pick-6 or fumble recovery. I can only hope their rescue services aren’t needed against another embarassingly bad team.
Let’s see here. If people were glad about it, the leader had to be somewhere like Germany, Russia, China, or one of those spanish-speaking places. Hitler died in the 40s. I have no idea who was in China at the time. The only “world leader” that may have died in the 50s that people may have been happy about is…Stalin? I’m pretty sure he died some time after Hitler. Khrushchev was around for the Cuban Missile Crisis in the 60s, and he took over for Stalin. Lenin was before Stalin. So, yeah, I’m going with Stalin. Although it’s probably someone more obvious that I’m not thinking of.
Here’s a little trivia:
To the relief of millions of his subjects, which brutal world leader died on March 5, 1953?
There are a lot of things in this world to find pleasure from. A brief list of my own just so you can think about yours…
lazily watching hours of television, eating incredibly unhealthy and greasy foods, surfing the internet, crossword puzzles, sudoku, drinking copious amounts yuengling lager drafts, spending money on copious amounts of yuengling lager drafts, enjoying a nice fresh bowl ganga and then participating in all of the above, dreaming of moving to seattle, watching the phillies, ” just me and my pubes….hangggginngggg out”, reading Bill “The Sports Guy” Simmons columns on page 2 of espn.com, fantasy football and baseball, starting quiditch teams, fall weather to compliment my love for sweatshits, jeans, and sneakers, imagining i live the life of one of the Always Sunny in Philadelphia characters, imagining i live the life of Jax, No Reservations
Gentlemen, enjoy the pleasures of life, sometimes it’s all we have.
Did anyone else get their first “Alumni Herald,” from ESU yet? The cover story, “Passions Into Professions,” is about Brian Pedone.
Apparently, Brian has a non-profit boxing gym in Stroudsburg. I know Brian and admire what he does. However, Brian make his money by being a computer programmer. So, is his passion really his profession?
My diploma is still being held hostage in Zimbar, because of an unpaid parking ticket. Yet, they have the nerve to start asking me for money already?
The Alumni Department must be higher then the ESU police officer that got dismissed for prescription pill abuse, if they think I’m donating a dime.
While it is encouraging to learn that the stars and stripes are still being flown upside down (although I am sure it is being done so unknowingly), it is depressing to see what has become of my beloved forum. No offense to the current writers and editors (okay, maybe a little offense), but the opinion section used to be a place to, you know, VOICE YOUR OPINIONS. Long distance relationships is a topic for Miley Cyrus concept albums, not the pages of a college newspaper.
My head has literally been spinning (George Lucas/Whitest Kids You Know reference, anyone?) with ideas for forum articles lately. I even considered posting one here entitled, “Rushing to Judgement” about what the NFL did to Rush Limbaugh in his attempt to buy the St. Louis Rams and keep them in St. Louis. Whether or not you like Rush Limbaugh, he was trying to do a good thing for the city of St. Louis and the Rams franchise. He was blackballed by Roger Goodell and the NFL for being “too controversial), and the other investors eventually had to remove him from their group in order to keep their bid alive. In short, he was blocked from one of his dreams because he has an opinion. That is wrong. That is un-American. That is ripe for debate. And THAT is what should be in a forum column.
This evening, I had the pleasure of viewing, “Where the Wild Things Are.”
Visually, the movie knocked my socks off. But, I would not recommend it for a young audience. Truthfully, the PG rating could easily be changed to a PG13.
Die-hard fans of the Sendak book, will undoubtedly have issues with the movie.
Spike Jonze does an amazing job of taking a childhood favorite and transforming it into a haunting tale of childhood discovery.
The book (from what I remember) focuses on a five-year-old boy, Max, attempting to master his childhood emotions.
The movie takes on a dark undertone of a child, grappling with abandonment and craving attention. There is a very obvious insinuation of a child attempting to be the
foundation of a divorce, throughout the movie. Jonze and co-writer David Eggers dive into psychology on a level that most children (and anyone who hasn’t taken a few graduate level psychology courses) won’t fully understand.
Childhood fears, anxieties, frustrations and a strange sub-context that focuses on the dangers of totalitarianism are just some of the ideals infused by the writers. It’s existential, almost to a fault. Almost.
As previously stated, the film is an aesthetic wonderland. The camera movement is superb and the landscapes are breathtaking. Green screens and CGI be damned! Jonze takes us to a fantasy world, all the while, keeping his feet planted in reality.
Critics and want to be critics (which I am neither) across the internet and print media world have chastised the casting of James Gandolfini as Carol, the apparently bi-polar monster, in-which Max becomes closest too. I in hindsight thought that the voice of Gandolfini was a perfect fit for the monster. Perhaps I just don’t watch enough HBO, but Tony Saprano never crossed my mind.
This isn’t a family film, unless of coarse, your family enjoys sitting around and analyzing psychological disorders. Fans of high quality, make-you-think-cinema will consider the film a treat.
During test screenings of the film, the production company became disheartened because many children left the theater in tears. Many naysayers believe Jonze should have taken this as a hint of the film’s maturity. To me, this says; “Dear Mr. Jonze, stick to your vision. You’re doing something right!”
Finally, the soundtrack was mind blowing! Karen O, of the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s mastered an epic collection of songs that add a mystical atmosphere to the film.
“Let the wild rumpus start!”
Just got in from the club. We had Strung Out tonight; they’re insane old-school-punk-legends. The show was filled with a bunch of 30-somethings, getting blitzed and going nuts to punk rock. I wish my bar could always be, as it was tonight.
Believe it or not, we sold out of EVERY beer. The only beer left in the fridge are 6 Heineken Lights and a handful of Coors plastic bottles.
Through all the excitement, I missed the ND-USC game. It was for the best. I would have certainly broke something. Other than my heart.
Hey Maher, want to join me in waving goodbye to the top 25, again?
“Mac’s Banging the Waitress,” is great. However, “The Waitress Is Getting Married,” was amazing. “Honey? Really? Is that your end game?”
Maher, I myself wouldn’t call m experiences in Penn State, pleasurable. It’s the place, I suppose. It’s no South Bend, IN.
Here’s my trick to never getting lost in Penn State: Always remember where the Hooters is. For me, it’s the center of my Penn-State-internal-compass.
For example: “Sam, I just puked on some girl. I’m walking down Beaver Ave wrapped in a blanket, please find me. I’ll meet you on the corner by Hooters.” Fairly simple, right?
If you fools are looking for something to do next weekend, October 24th, to be precise. Might I suggest, New Found Glory, at Eleanor Rigby’s? It’s going to be insane. I’m also, not bar-tending. So, we can hang and enjoy the show.
I just read Crowbar’s most recent post. I couldn’t help but notice that he refers to the episode of It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia where Frank is drinking boxed wine out of a soda can. Sam realizes the genius in that strategy, and I would like to let you know that I have as well. In fact, I am two steps ahead of you, Sam - I have already drank boxed wine out of a soda can a few times. I think it is actually my new drink/way to drink of choice. Also, the two episodes from last week, “The Waitress Is Getting Married” and “Mac Is Banging The Waitress,” are both amazing.
Now, for a quick update on what I have been doing. I’m up at Penn State right now, and I had what some people call an “epic” night last night. Let’s put it this way - I was lost for what seems to be two hours; I thought about sleeping under a statue; I was so distraught over being lost that I told several people that I have “accepted death;” I found myself in a mansion at what I thought was the greatest house party of all time…until I found a room with blood all over the wall; A random hippie broke into (actually, he walked in the open door with my friend Zac passed out on the couch) the apartment and claimed he was looking for his phone; that hippie was grabbed by Frank and thrown out of the apartment, and then he was arrested; I ripped my jeans half way up my leg while trying to fix a smaller tear; I drank at a place called The Shandygaf; I drank at a place named Zeno’s; I drank at one of my new favorite bars - The Rathskeller, or, as we like to call it, The Rat Cellar; Frank and I met two older gentlemen, whom we befriended at Zeno’s, and then we found them at The Shandygaf and drank 24 ounce cans of Labatts Blue; and I’m sure there is more that I am forgetting or have yet to learn.
And Cavi, we have a big game today. We better win, or it’s your ass.
Crowbar, if we don’t win by 40 points tomorrow, it’s your ass. Also, thanks for the text about the jelly/jam joke. Hilarious.
Now, I believe it is time for some boxed wine-in-a-can pre-gaming and cheer cheering for old Notre Dame (and rooting against Penn State, while surrounded by Penn State fans).
So i’d just like to catch up on some of the conversation thus far.
Dude, since i read about a dimly lit basement with beer-fest activities, i couldn’t get it out of my head. The only thing i question is just how many countries you get to show up, oh wait it’s Halloween. And if that doesn’t work out, I’ve been pushing “Weekend at Bernies” the last couple years but it takes commitment. Then again it was the three of us who walked around with FAG on our shirts last year…..
Cavi, as I’ve been telling you for the last 5 years, you sold out a long time ago so don’t worry about this past weekend. haha nah i’m kidding. It’s called growing up and worrying about your well-being. Not everything is sex and rock n’ roll, or for that matter curse words and rock n’ roll. If you didn’t fix that problem, there may have been many to follow. Of course if you hadn’t sold out, you’d have let the punk-rockers have a good old-fashioned cop beating in the streets of Carbondale…..
Now to a serious matter, if you missed Always Sunny last week you need to catch up. In the episode Frank is drinking boxed wine from a soda can so, he can drink during the day less discretely. It is genius, all these years we were drinking our Bully Hill straight from the bottle when an empty beer can was moments away. Now, don’t get me wrong, drinking from the bottle rocks. Nobody, belts Cobra Starship like us three with a bottle of wine in hand. But try your wine in an empty can, I think you’ll find the genius behind it.
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Wow… did you think you’d see the day where i was blogging. I sure didn’t.
I see this going two ways. I either get really frustrated because you two have a lot more to talk about or my literary genius feeds on blogs and it’s all it has needed the entire time.
Unfortunately i have to cut this one short because i’m headed to work in about 10 minutes and need to get ready. I’ll check in later tonight.
In response to your post, Cavi, I don’t even necessarily consider that full-fledged selling out. That was just the smart thing to do. You had little to gain (save perhaps the short-lived, faux respect of a few hundred teenagers), and a ton to lose. I have a quote from that movie as well - “I didn’t sell out, son. I bought in.” Haha. Great movie, by the way. I recently put it in my car so I can watch it on a weekend shift at work some time.
I will have more to share soon. That is all for now.
In the meantime, get Sam to join this thing already.
This weekend, I was forced to make a hard decision. I had to choose between my morals and what was in the best interest for my budding business. You see, the music festival that we held constantly harassed by local police.
One of the main issues the police had was that during one performance a band member had said the “fuck,” word. Oops, I mean, “F,” word. This led to the five-o, threatening to shut the event down, claiming that “public usage of vulgar language,” was illegal.
Now, “20-year-old me” would have lost my marbles. I would have spewed the first amendment, encouraged the bands to curse more. In turn, tensions would have been high and relationships with the police would have been completely severed.
The event would not have been shut down. Because, it’s not illegal to curse in public. There are these things called “Freedom of Speech” and “Freedom of Expression.”
However, the “23-year-old-business-owner-me,” had to take a different approach. By a “different approach,” I mean kissing the cops ass so much that I could almost tell you what he had for breakfast. I then informed all the bands that were playing outdoors that they could no longer curse.
There you have it. Money trumps morals.
I’d like to leave you with a quote from one of my favorite movies, SLC Punk.
“You see life is like that. We change, that’s all. You see, the guy I am now is not the guy I was then. If the guy I was then met the guy I am now he’d beat the shit out of me. Those are the facts. “
Ellen Page took my heart two years ago when she played the quirky teenage mother, Juno. She’s yet to give it back. In “Whip It,” she plays a character very reminiscent of her role in “Juno.”
This time she’s a wayward teen trying to fine herself in the underground world of roller derby. The movie played with my equilibrium, I had absolutely no idea if it took place in the present day or in the 80’s. Turns out it’s the present day.
The soundtrack is amazing. Be warned, it’s no indie-rock gem, like Juno. It features more of a classic punk element. “Sheena Is A Punk Rocker,” being performed via air-guitar should earn any movie an instant Emmy Award.
Fallon, not so much. I’d rather have seen his character played by James Franco or Billy-Bob Thornton. You know, someone who can actually act. He plays an announcer who is raunchy and over the top. Even his terrible acting can’t ruin the genius one-liners the character delivers.
My only other qualm is that there are 2,000 people that gather to watch roller derby every Saturday night. Even at the height of it’s popularity, there were maybe 200 people ever watching a single roller derby match.
Over all, I would say it’s time to give Ellen Page the undisputed title, “Queen of Indie Film.” I’d suggest giving it in the form of a big-shiny-championship-wrestling belt. I’d like to believe she would totally wear it.
Today, after another unfulfilling 10-hour day of work, I found a polaroid camera and a VHS copy of Man on Fire in my dad’s basement. I feel like those two images, when you think about them, symbolize how I feel about my life right now, haha. I thought about that for almost an hour.
In more important news, the hot dog roller that I ordered came today. Although, since I never order things in my own name, it came to “Dr. Nick Riviera,” or, as you may know him from the Simpsons, Dr. Nick. It’s amazing, and it was only 30 doll hairs. I decided it was imperative I get one after a guy at work gave me 80 hot dogs for free the other day. Needless to say, it’s amazing.
We also brainstormed some ideas for the 1st Annual Halloween Mayo Monster Mash. Some of the ideas involved being one of the countries from the role playing world in Role Models, replacing all the light bulbs in the basement with black lights, and holding Beerfest events.
Well, this was a fun first post. Hope you enjoyed wasting your time.