Saturday, March 26, 2011

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Some things

You know how everything somehow always rather in some way or another get together and form puzzles and answers?

One of those things I believe in the website you visit.

Did you know, that the sites you visit represent your inner nature, subconciously these features may or may not reflect the way you treat people.
Today, I met a guy at work who was an avid visitor of facebook, you see, George here (not a real name) likes facebook. He lives and breathes facebook, it is not just a hobby or a pastime, it is a lifestyle and dedication that can be equaled by breathing, necessity to eat etc.



We all know how the wording goes, facebook addicts, tweeter addicts, stars exploding when they get their grubby hands on tweeter and tweets off multiple messages often enough telling about what drugs they are taking in what club, or the Lindsay Lohan type that self-destructs, or the occasional 'PSST, YOUR RACISM IS SHOWING' tweets.

George is all that rolled into one, everything just damn goes. I go tell him that 'hey I need to use the toilet' and George goes on his blackberry in the office and tweets 'oh my colleague is going to the loo' So today I asked him if he is gonna do that, guess what his response was? Aptly, he responded by putting me as his tweet 'friend is asking lol what I am doing with a blackberry posting here while at work, I said I tweet lol'

The context of that message was simple to me as it was complicated. The complication arising by my deeply seated mind of self consciousness at any level do I begin to explore the facades of the human race.... that, amongst the cumulative voice of the entire species... I cannot at all fathom nor come across the answer to... 'what George is doing'...


This is odd. Why is George finding the incessant need to update and inform others? What is the point in George's life?
Why does he need to bring the entire world's attention to what he is doing? The even more disturbing question is... How many people are there outside the wide and weird world that is like George? The human race has been a long runner, running for as long as it did, our ancestors certainly didn't evolve to build great cities and have its children devolve into electronic device button punching/mashing informants of the web age. We come across a certain crossing threshold where we are bound to ask questions...

Are we still relevant?


This question, I sometimes, beg you to think before you speak.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011




cause art is cool

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Drive Angry is the smackiest shit I seen all this week



Just when you know that Nic Cage is the shittiest actor of all the planet to expect after blunders like National Fucking Treasure and Bangkok NOT AT ALL Dangerous (or Bangkok Perfectly Safe) and gems like Lord of War you would expect him to throw in the towel.

He had a great role in Kick Ass, to be fair I wish he would stay like that, you know, a bit of wannabe vengeful Batman and a lot of regretful, sorrowful pride of Lord of War Yuri Orlov, then along came a deal called Drive Angry.

Now, here you are, staring the poster of the Drive Angry (Below says SHOT IN 3FUCKINGD) and you thought, ooh, is this one of those films like Faster? you know, where they claim vengeance is indeed faster than you think it was?

No, it wasn't. How can that be you ask, the show says it is drive angry, the opening part has these big emboldened words in thick grey text floating behind Nick Cage as he blows up a fucking car by setting alight petroleum leakage from said car, it says DRIVE ANGRY.

So how come there is ONLY ONE CAR CHASE SCENE?

It was a relatively collected one, I can name you a documentary of Michael Schumacher in an F1 race where he drives angrier than Nick Cage in a car in Drive Angry. Drive Angry quite simply should have been named 'Man with a Angry Drive to Drive Someone to Hell. or something like that.

Aside from the devil worshipping orgy whupping stuff that keeps happening and this sicko getting a blowjob but ends up having Nick's in-film daughter chew off his dong and subsequently killed her with a slash to the neck... I really don't see much happening.

But guess what, I never expected it but I am totally liking this show.

This guy:


This show is fucktasticly callous, it is like someone decided it was the best idea to throw in an FBI agent devil representative and give him the most boring name ever called The Accountant, (HOW ABOUT THE CLERK, OR THE JUNIOR LOAN OFFICER, OR THE CENTER PURCHASING SUPERVISOR) I mean, come the fuck on.

Ok, that aside, here I am with this crazy cool guy who pinned a hillbilly wifebeater to a wall and gave a slutbag waitress enough wet dreams to last 3 decades at a cafe, while simultaneously calling some fucktard a fat fuck in a very collected manner, and I like it. Accountants aside, this show took a whole hour to piece together, OH SO THAT'S WHY HAPPENED.

I totally enjoyed it, I mean, I know Nick was something awesome in this movie, DAD WHO GET  SENT TO HELL AND CAME BACK TO SAVE HIS GRANDAUGHTER FROM THE ARMS OF MALICIOUS DEVIL WORSHIPPERS?

Sounds like awesome.

It was.

But you know what? The fact the Accountant spent a nice narration on the devil himself, Lucifer, Baal, Beelzebub whatever... he was said to be 'a quiet collected person... sophisticated even, and considers the act of sacrificing children in his name annoying' was really a nice bit.
this show has a lot to do with asses


I mean, here I was fresh outta the cinema from The Rite where Anthony Hopkins was going "WELL YOU SEE, IN HELL THE DEVIL HAD NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN RAPE HIS OWN CHILDREN AND HAVE MANY MORE INCESTUAL CHILDREN TOGETHER SO THEY HAVE RAPE ORGIES" and here is a 180 from that and he is a quietly reading guy just reading books in hell yeah.

Ok, ok, anyway, as far as I know, I dunno what to say except to say that all coherent manner of speaking has been lost by the time I am done with this blog post.
It is fucking fun.

Nick Cage is in a show called Drive Angry, that has very little to do with Driving or being Angry (he is quite calm half the time, if not always, just determined). So go watch it.




See this happy chap? He ain't angry not at all.