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Harvey Birdman, Attorney at Law. I caught this late last night and hope it'll be playing again late tonight. Kirbyesque looking fellows with courtroom drama. Noyce.
8 3 5's Pro-Wrestler of the Month: CHRiSTiaN
Pro-wrestling is real easy to snub and snicker at and there is more then enough room for improvement. However it's the only television show I'll make an effort to catch on a fairly regular basis. It's more then big, sweaty jocks rubbing up against each other in colorful tights. It's a craft these people take on the road nearly 280 days out of the year. These guys and gals put on a great fuckin' show and I dare anyone to go catch a live event and tell me they didn't have a hell of a time drunk and screaming, hollering and hooting.New Intercontinental Champion Christian is one of the most underated and gifted wrestlers on the roster. Give him another couple of years and he'll be a main eventer following the likes of Shawn Micheals, Triple H and Chris Jericho.
Yar's Revenge, Pong and Missile Command are three out of the ten classic Atari games you can play with this old school joystick.
Vincent Gallo gets booed from the Cannes festival and vows to never direct again as Choë Sévigny blows him for half an hour in Brown Bunny.
The good, the nostalgic and the ugly. When I leave my suburban cave and find myself in the big city vid-store I feel a sense of relief knowing that not all movies star Jean Claude Van Damme, Tom Cuise or Tom Arnold. I've known Aurore for over a year now and never spent more then about five minutes alone with her. So we have a movie night with fruit and chocolate fondue. Being a horror buff Argento's Creepers was great. Enemy Mine, you remember the one with that guy from Iron Eagle with a mask on singing like a mogwai. I must have seen this movie a dozen times or so thanks to my dad who would rent this and Die Hard every week or so. The vid-store clerk said he trusted our faces and didn't bother with the $100 deposit for the Cannibal Holocaust. Gawd damn Italians! I had to read Monkey vs Robot: Crystal of Power just to be able to go to bed. Using footage of a real monkey getting it's head chopped off and of a turtle getting it's shell broken and ripped open ain't my idea of a good movie ... but who the fuck asked me.
Papa God lent us his powder blue camry to get to the closing band of the Victo music festival. I haven't driven much since my dad's mini-van finally broke down on our way back from my camping hideaway last September, can't wait to go back. So Aurore, Kid God and I set out on a detour that was suppose to save us time...we listen to music, talked but what i'm really doing is driving. I'm more of a "PUBLIC TRANSIT you SUV driving fuckin' suburban yuppie" but driving felt great.
So we get to Victoriaille and stop at the very first diner into town. We were all starving and this being a diner in a small town in the middle of Québec the only thing on the menu was meat. Yeah I'm a vegetarian but gawd damn was I hungry. I had a burger. Ok, a burger and a half. Anyways we drove into town, got some beer, smoked a joint and did some people watching. We watched a gnome wake from his slumber and make his fat troll ass through a small round hole in a fence. We watched a twenty-ish year old depressed as fuck looking black shirt walk a little dog with an older woman wearing a lazy, white sunday morning outfit. Was he under house arrest and her responsibility or were they lovers? They were sketchy. Then there was the inevitable black shirts. 98% of the line-up waiting for the show. Black shirts. It was like high school and a greaser flick rolled into one.
PaTToN 2.
I saw Mike Patton perform about three years ago with Mr. Bungle at the Metropolis. The prolific one puts on a strong show but here's the x factor. The Fantômas/Melvins Big Band have only performed once before at a Millennium party. Which they recorded December 31st '00 (go see the NoiSe aNNoys section). Mike Patton live is Mike Patton the conductor. He stands in his area surrounded by mics and sound boards and buttons and knobs and levers and doo-dads and stares while waving his arms pointing at his musicians. This big, huge and wide testosterone nut kept pumping his fist nearly knocking out people around him until Cape Fear began, then he just shoved people aside as if he were the Juggernaut and i'm sure caused much damage in the mosh pit. When songs got too quiet, fuckin' snotty nosed trash would scream out: "Play a song!" "Slayer!" "Boring!" "What?" Fuckin' savages. They played for about 50 minutes ending with all members slamming on the drums for about ten minutes. They came out for an encore and then after ten to fifteen minutes of solid applaud and yelling, they came back out and took a bow and left. Little short but otherwise great solid concert.
Fantômas / Melvins Big Band @ Victofest - May 19th
The Dears @ Club Soda - May 31st
The Rapture @ La Sala Rossa - June 6th
The Kills @ La Sala Rossa - July 20th
About a week or two ago I took a few pics of this 30 year old guy pinching and tweaking his nipples in the adult room of my vid-store. Wonder what he was thinking on that day? I'll just hop into my Lexus and stop by the video store on my way to work so I can get off fondling my nips at the sight of nude women, midgets and transvestites. Anyways, I just found them. The guy must have touched himself about 15 different times. It was real creepy in motion. Notice the oblivious customer in the green pic, he never had a clue. Forgive the quality and tell your friends.
AOL/Time/Warner/DC/Cliffhanger are taking all 35 issues of Sam Keith 's The Maxx and collecting them in trade paperback. Took them the better part of ten years to figure that one out.
Yesterday K.G. and I took in a matinée showing of X2. At this point it's incredibly redundant to hype it whatsoever. So I won't. We did however check out one of the better (doesn't mean it's good) comic shops on the island and I got my mitts on Sam Keith's Zero Girl. This guy's art is equal parts realistic and cartoon and is so good that it makes me want to rip my painting to shreds or bury it somewhere underneath the back porch.
My Aunt, my cousin and her boyfriend (the asian designer) are nearly begging us to take the place. Once the old, loud, aggressive, white-trash tenants get out, the place will be slightly renovated.
Sony DCRTRV350 Digital8 Camcorder + Lexar MS128-253 Memory Stick. I want to tape the big game too.
So good it was banned in Germany and the UK. I Spit on Your Grave is about a young girl who goes out to the country to "get away from it all". She ends up being gang-banged by this hick boy posse and left in the woods nude and sore to find her way back to her cabin. She finally makes it there after several rapings and decides to take revenge on her four billy-bob rapers. The Spice Girl movie should have been more like this.
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