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Friday, February 27, 2004

Sweet mother of pearl I now own the entire "Death Wish" Quintet on DVD!

True love is when your fiancee not only tolerates your Charles Bronson fetish but nutures it too...

So while watching the marvelously remastered Death Wish 2 disc last night (featuring a young, lean and mean Laurence Fishburne, stressing the lean part here), I noticed that the young punks in this Michael Winner classic like to dance in public when not raping and piliging the streets of Los Angeles. They DANCE!! What the hell is this... "Footloose"??? This is a Death Wish movie!!

No wonder old Charles has such little patience with muggers. I'd shoot the dancing bastards too.

Thursday, February 26, 2004

A recent newspaper ad for the 99 Cents Store (which by the way offers employee discounts) declared their sale on Prune Juice and Toilet Paper as "The Perfect Combo". I would say that made me laugh my ass off, but since we're talking about these aforementioned items, I'll just say I laughed my arms off instead. Its in Tuesday's LA Times if any one of y'all still have it.

Last night after a few beers and a screening of the 1974 ABC made-for-TV classic "Pray For The Wildcats (starring the Holy Trinity of William Shatner, Robert Reed, and Andy Griffith on a hell-bound motorcycle trek across Baja Mexico), I fell into a deep Heineken-induced coma and dreamt of a friend's tax return. I swear to Oh God You Devil!

In the dream I was at my friend's apartment in San Francisco (we'll call him "The Senator") and he proudly showed me a tax return check in excess of $8,000 and told me to keep it on the QT. I guess income taxes have infultrated my subconcious...who knows. Maybe it was the beer. Or maybe it was that damn Shatner/Matlock/Mike Brady movie that gave me the tax-induced fever dream. Or maybe it was that my tax man sent a holiday photo of him eating an apple or a red pepper...I still can't decide which.

Now on to find out why that latest Lethal Weapon movie has the religious world in a tizzy...

Wednesday, February 25, 2004

So this is what I call "Delayed T-Shirt Gratification" - A co-worker came up to me late yesterday afternoon and praised the Small Faces T Shirt he spotted me wearing last week. We then launched into a whole discourse of how they a were better singles band than an album one and the same could be almost applied to The Kinks and The Who as well...Its good to be back on the geek side of the tracks again.

I read last night that Queen Latifah is remaking one of the most beloved blaxploitation films of all time, "Truck Turner"...Doen't the Queen know that you just don't mess with the Isaac Hayes brand of perfected badass perfection? The golden age of Hollywood is officially over.

Just found out I'm being sent to NYC this fall for the CMJ geek-out. Time to dust off that Blur T-shirt...

Why do I feel the urge to laugh when co-workers pass me in the hall and wish me a "Happy Hump Day!" ? 'CAUSE IT'S DAMN FUNNY!

End of line.

Tuesday, February 24, 2004

OK - '70s Pop Culture Geeks take notice: I just got off the phone with Mario Machado! Mario who you ask? MARIO MACHADO!

He was a once a famous TV reporter who for a time was famous for playing-yep you guessed it- A TV Reporter!

Remember the TV Reporter on that episode of The Brady Bunch that featured a TV reporter? Mario Machado!

That condescending TV reporter in "Oh God"?! Mario Machado!

That guy who appeared on "CHiPs" as a TV reporter?! Mario Machado!

That guy who sounds just like George Takei? Mario Machado!

This was almost as cool as the time I talked with Meco (the guy who produced the disco version of the Star Wars theme) at my old job.

Glad I got that off my chest.

Well this is my inaugural blog posting. I should be working, I should be growing hair, but instead, I blog. I blog, therefore I am.

A topic of discussion could include that my father (aka The Buzzard) has started to collect Buicks (and now cats) at a rate that would even alarm the General Motors CEO but that's an entry for another time.

Last night I music-snobbed-it-up good, I read half of the current Mojo (the magazine that reads like a periodical yet costs like a book and makes the girls snicker) and listened to Elvis Presley vinyl Lps.

Hearing the old RCA mono mix of "If I Can Dream" makes me wonder why the hell we busied ourselves developing the compact disc at all, and if the compact disc weren't developed, the music industry (which occasionally puts frozen food on my table by the way) wouldn't be in the shitter it is today....but I digress.

Elvis was one bad mother and next time you feel like a little "Suspicious Minds", reach for the mono before you pass the remastered.

Now get back to work or get back to pretending like your working but really reading other people's blogs.


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