April 11, 2005 - So much Awesome!
So, I just had a hell of a weekend! It was awesome! Friday night we met up with a couple of our favorite people in the world, Tim and Paty, and went to see MOTORHEAD baby!!!!! It RRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrRRRRROCKED! They played with Corrosion of Conformity, who were quite good, but not one of my favorite bands. But, the band that played before COC, Zeke , kicked so much ass that my perception of COC's performance was colored by it, no doubt. So, yeah, Zeke rules - see them if you get a chance.
After the show we went to Sparky's with Tim and Paty and Snake from Poison Jett Gunz, who you all also need to go see. (I apologize for the lack of link, but I can't seem to find a website for Poison Jett Gunz).
Saturday we went and saw Sin City! It kicked ass! I read some reviews, which I normally don't do, but I was curious. Some of the reviews were bad, but I can only imagine that any jackass critic who bagged on this movie has less than no appreciation for the comic book as an art form, and further, they can kiss my pearly white ass! Movie critics are a bunch of morons anyway, they give 7 out of 10 stars to romantic comedies - there is no movie in that genre that deserves more than 4 stars, ever. Even the funniest and best romantic comedy is inherently flawed from the get-go and most are patently unwatchable. Then, those same bastards turn around a give a movie like Sin City 3 stars! 3! cocksuckers! Anyway, the movie rocks, go see it. Now. Leave work, get out of bed, abandon your family, whatever you have to do, just go see this movie....like now, read the rest of this post later. Don't bother getting dressed if you aren't, don't even set down your mouse, rip it out of the computer if you have to, just go.
Okay, now that you are back from Sin City, here's the rest of my weekend. After Sin City came home and got ready. We had two birthday functions to go to, but only made it to one. The lovely Bean was having her party at Bootie and as much as I love her, and her bootie, I can't face a night of mash-ups without screaming. I hate them so much, I am getting twitchy just thinking about them. They must be stopped. I know there are some of you who think you like them, but you don't. Really. It's all hype. Someone you know said they were clever, and you believed them - but you have to get past that and return to reality. It's going to be okay. Take a deep breath and repeat after me, "mash-ups are awful, there is no excuse for them. I hate them." There, don't you feel better? Next week we will have a long talk about that Louis the 14th band you also hate, deep down inside where you keep your musical taste. I am only trying to help you because I care.
Anyway, we ended up at Cody's birthday thing over at the Tango Tango in the Loin. It's a very small, but very friendly karoake bar. I spent the night soaking up gin and tonic and gathering my courage to sing. We came back to our house with two of Cody's friends, with the intention to just pee real quick, pick up two more people, then meet up with the birthday boy at some afterhours club. However, the birthday boy was passing out on the street, and had to go home, so we stayed here, drank some more, had pizza and watched Conan the Barbarian. The impromtu gathering broke up Sunday around 5 pm.
Also, on Friday, I finally watched a porn! All in all, it was pretty fun, and the acting was on par with anything you'd see on the WB, or that damn CSI drivel (which you also hate) - if you actually like forensic shows, you would watch the Forensic Files on A&E, or whatever, you wouldn't watch that badly written, badly acted, unrealistic piece of crap. Unless you watch it for the pretty people, in which case, at the heart of it, you are watching it for the sex. You may as well be watching porn. Be honest. At least in porn, there is an excuse for the wooden line delivery and unbelievable plots, CSI can claim no such virtue. Turn off your TV, put in a porn, you'll enjoy it more, and probably feel less dirty afterwards.
After the show we went to Sparky's with Tim and Paty and Snake from Poison Jett Gunz, who you all also need to go see. (I apologize for the lack of link, but I can't seem to find a website for Poison Jett Gunz).
Saturday we went and saw Sin City! It kicked ass! I read some reviews, which I normally don't do, but I was curious. Some of the reviews were bad, but I can only imagine that any jackass critic who bagged on this movie has less than no appreciation for the comic book as an art form, and further, they can kiss my pearly white ass! Movie critics are a bunch of morons anyway, they give 7 out of 10 stars to romantic comedies - there is no movie in that genre that deserves more than 4 stars, ever. Even the funniest and best romantic comedy is inherently flawed from the get-go and most are patently unwatchable. Then, those same bastards turn around a give a movie like Sin City 3 stars! 3! cocksuckers! Anyway, the movie rocks, go see it. Now. Leave work, get out of bed, abandon your family, whatever you have to do, just go see this movie....like now, read the rest of this post later. Don't bother getting dressed if you aren't, don't even set down your mouse, rip it out of the computer if you have to, just go.
Okay, now that you are back from Sin City, here's the rest of my weekend. After Sin City came home and got ready. We had two birthday functions to go to, but only made it to one. The lovely Bean was having her party at Bootie and as much as I love her, and her bootie, I can't face a night of mash-ups without screaming. I hate them so much, I am getting twitchy just thinking about them. They must be stopped. I know there are some of you who think you like them, but you don't. Really. It's all hype. Someone you know said they were clever, and you believed them - but you have to get past that and return to reality. It's going to be okay. Take a deep breath and repeat after me, "mash-ups are awful, there is no excuse for them. I hate them." There, don't you feel better? Next week we will have a long talk about that Louis the 14th band you also hate, deep down inside where you keep your musical taste. I am only trying to help you because I care.
Anyway, we ended up at Cody's birthday thing over at the Tango Tango in the Loin. It's a very small, but very friendly karoake bar. I spent the night soaking up gin and tonic and gathering my courage to sing. We came back to our house with two of Cody's friends, with the intention to just pee real quick, pick up two more people, then meet up with the birthday boy at some afterhours club. However, the birthday boy was passing out on the street, and had to go home, so we stayed here, drank some more, had pizza and watched Conan the Barbarian. The impromtu gathering broke up Sunday around 5 pm.
Also, on Friday, I finally watched a porn! All in all, it was pretty fun, and the acting was on par with anything you'd see on the WB, or that damn CSI drivel (which you also hate) - if you actually like forensic shows, you would watch the Forensic Files on A&E, or whatever, you wouldn't watch that badly written, badly acted, unrealistic piece of crap. Unless you watch it for the pretty people, in which case, at the heart of it, you are watching it for the sex. You may as well be watching porn. Be honest. At least in porn, there is an excuse for the wooden line delivery and unbelievable plots, CSI can claim no such virtue. Turn off your TV, put in a porn, you'll enjoy it more, and probably feel less dirty afterwards.
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