Monday, October 31, 2011

All Hallows' Eve on the Santa Maria During a Full Moon

Out with the New
And in with the Old
For the love of Christ's pew
And the purloining of gold.
Ghouls and goblins run amuck
Through the night
Sounding the trumpet
With their murderous cry -
"Ready yourselves, fiendish crew
The East Indies are nigh!"

Aziz Ansari



Pic of the Day

"The Exorcist" stairs

Movie of the Day

Title: Halloween
Director: John Carpenter
Writers: John Carpenter, Debra Hill
Starring: Donald Pleasence, Jamie Lee Curtis, P.J. Soles, Nancy Loomis, Sandy Johnson, Nancy Kyes, Brian Andrews



Song of the Day

Title: Dragula
Artist: Rob Zombie
Album: Hellbilly Deluxe



Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal

Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Artist of the Day

Grace Weston, contemporary American photographer




Thought of the Day

From now on, Dwayne Johnson should be required to say "jabroni" at least 8 times in every film he's in. The word should also be included in the next edition of Webster's dictionary.

Quote of the Day

All murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets. - Voltaire

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Pic of the Day

"The Amityville Horror" house

Movie of the Day

Title: The Birds
Director: Alfred Hitchcock
Writer: Evan Hunter
Starring: Rod Taylor, Jessica Tandy, Suzanne Pleshette, Tippi Hedren, Veronica Cartwright, Ethel Griffies, Charles McGraw, Ruth McDevitt



Song of the Day

Title: New Age Girl
Artist: Deadeye Dick
Album: A Different Story



I've got a new age girl
(Tell us what she's like)
An environmentalist girl
(Does she ride a bike?)
She a has crystal necklace
(She spend a lot of cash)
Though her vibes are rather reckless
(She's heading for a crash)
Oh her flowing skirt is blowing in a transcendental wind
And she wonders without knowing where did she begin...

Mary Moon...she's a vegetarian
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon...will outlive all the septuagenarians
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Oh, she loves me so
She hates to be alone
She don't eat meat
But she sure like the bone

RAH

You knew she drives a wind car
(How does she like it?)
It doesn't get her far
(Why doesn't she bike it?)
But it gets her to where she's going to
(I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)
Where that is, I wish I knew
I don't know where she's going
And I don't know where she's been
All I know that loving her has gotta be a sin

(Chorus)

RAH

Mary Moon will you hesitate
Don't segregate your thought from your emotions
I know that devotion isn't way up there

RAH

Mary Moon...she's a vegetarian
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon...will outlive all the septuagenarians
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon...She's an intellectual
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon...Despite that fact remains quite sexual
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon...She's the one for me, me, yeah

RAH

Artist of the Day

Jacob Lawrence, 1917-2000, American painter




Thought of the Day

I figure anyone willing to pay to go see a stand up comedian must not have very funny friends or family members. Although I find stand up comedy to be a wonderful art form, I've always thought it's bizarre that a bunch of people will pay to watch a stranger try to make them laugh.

Quote of the Day

He who tastes every man's broth sometimes burns his mouth. - Danish proverb

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Pic of the Day

The Man of Steal

Movie of the Day

Title: Major League II
Director: David S. Ward
Writers: David S. Ward, R.J. Stewart, Tom S. Parker, Jim Jennewein
Starring: Charlie Sheen, Tom Berenger, Corbin Bernsen, Dennis Haysbert, Omar Epps, David Keith, Margaret Whitton, Bob Uecker



Song of the Day

Title: Ante Up
Artist: M.O.P.
Album: Warriorz



[Lil' Fame]
Take minks off! Take things off!
Take chains off! Take rings off!
Bracelets is yapped, fame came off!
[Ante up!] Everything off!
Fool what you want, we stiflin' fools
Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels?
The rules, [back 'em down], next thing [clap 'em down]
Respect mine we brooklyn bound, [bound!] now, [now!]

[Billy Danze]
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode
[That shit will send you to your grave] so?!
You think I don't know that? [blow!]
Nigga hold that! [blow!] nigga hold that! [blow!] nigga hold that!
From the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil

[Chorus]
Ante up! yap that fool!
Ante up! kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off them God damn diamonds! huh!
Ante up! oh! yap that fool! oh!
Ante up! oh! kidnap that fool!
Get him (get him) get him! hit him (hit him) hit him!
Yap him! (zap him!) yap him! (zap him!)

[Lil' Fame]
Them thugs you know, ain't friendly
Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy
You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood
Goons comin' up outta a cut for your goods and they all should
Ante up! yap that fool!
You want big money, kidnap that fool!
If you up in the club, back out your pis-tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money

[Billy Danze]
The '87 stick up kids, [what you niggas sayin?]
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin'
It's flash that thang time, [bang] bang time
Ante up! nigga, it's game time
Hand over the ring, take over the chain
Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin' these childish games with me
Representin' 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
I'ma, street regulator, true playa hater
Get backed down, make your ass a Mac spraya hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials
Code of the streets, owners who creep
Slow when you sleep, holdin' the heat
Put holes in your jeep, respect the streets
It's the L-i l-F a-m, [m!] e, [e!]

[Billy Danze]
Yeah nigga dance, gave you a chance
'Cuz I blazed your man, i'm in the wrong
He said he was strong
I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along
[So?] Fuck you your honor! Check my persona!
I'm strong enough for old gold and marijuana!
I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept
[Raise hell!] 'Til i was tired of stress, yes lord!

[Chorus]

Artist of the Day

Katsushika Hokusai, 1760-1849, Japanese ukiyo-e painter and printmaker




Thought of the Day

I've noticed there seems to be more white women donning hair extensions these days and it doesn't really make sense to me. Do they not have the patience to wait for their hair to grow to the desired length? Or do they just have bad hair and want to try and embellish it with extensions? Or maybe white women are collaborating more with their black girlfriends on hair style? I think that must be it, like when I see white guys with braids I assume their black friends convinced them to do it knowing they would look silly.

Quote of the Day

When the mouse laughs at the cat there's a hole nearby. - Nigerian proverb

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Pic of the Day

Flying Polar Bear

Movie of the Day

Title: Style Wars
Director: Tony Silver

Song of the Day

Title: Elementary
Artist: KRS-One feat. DJ Scott La Rock
Album: Criminal Minded



Verse 1:
I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style
The same old runner has ran the mile
See I don't know exactly what you know
But what I know is that stuff gotta go
Usually, when I pick up the mic
Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night
I like to talk about fact not fiction
I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen
Everything I write is premeditated
Suckas wanna fake it, I just hate it
Bitin' routines or sayin' somethin' kinda weak
My words are comprehended every time I speak
Or have spoken, no I'm not jokin'
Please don't sleep, I hope you are awoken
Stop! Try this again, you had enough? Say when
I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken
I get tipsy
But never in your life try to diss me
Cause I don't battle with rhymes, I battle with guns
Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one
If you take the first letter of what I just sung
You spell my name "KRS-One"

It's elementary
(Elementary)

Verse 2:
DJ Scott LaRock and I: KRS-One
Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run
From complex situations like you T-O-Y-S's
Always talkin' junk, yet in jail, you're rockin' dresses
I have arrived for the purpose of joy
Unlike any ordinary Bronx b-boy
I will volunteer my services and launch an attack
On you fake educators with your yakety-yak
This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh
Consistently hounded by you MC pests
If you really want to learn from me
Don't waste time in burnin' me
Cause ignorance and inexperience does not concern me
I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive
Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive
Many people hate me, many people love me
Some are far below me
And you know there's some above me
But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story
All you fake MCs on a mission, you bore me
I'm the Blastmaster KRS on the mic
Watchin' all these females rock their pants too tight
Cause there's no other creative composition on display
That give a full analysis and rock this way
You will pay, eventually you all will decay
While the DJ Scott La Rock will continue to play
Cuttin' records, drivin' cars, and you'll know who we are
Make a mix just for kicks
And you'll be on our tip
And, oh yes, there's a highlight to the show, of course
You hear DJ Scott La Rock (Go off! Go off!)
(Scott La Rock) (Go off! Go off!) x8

Verse 3:
Boogie Down Productions, no reduction to its title
If you have a headache, toys, go and take a Midol
We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment
You have arrived to make up for unemployment
You're on it only cause I learned just how to flaunt it
I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick
Like a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out with a Bic
Signed my name upon the bottle cause you know I just rocked 'em
But gettin' into battles really isn't my thing
You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century
But please don't mention me
It's only elementary

(Elementary)
All it really is to me and Scott La Rock...is elementary
(Elementary)
(Elementary)

Artist of the Day

William H. Johnson, 1901-1970, prominent American Harlem Renaissance painter




Thought of the Day

Are all organisms that reproduce asexually technically gay? I can't think of an existence more miserable than being an asexually-reproducing animal. Not because of the gay part, of course. If you believe in reincarnation, then if you lead a life of debauchery and immorality I guarantee you come back as a rotifer or a protist.

Quote of the Day

Follow your hunches like the ancient navigators followed the stars. The voyage may be lonely, but the stars will take you where you want to go. - David J. Mahoney

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Exclusive: Muammar Gaddafi's Will

Muammar Gaddafi, 1942-2011, Rest In Peace


A friend of mine is a journalist for Al Jazeera. She has been chronicling the life of recently deceased Libyan political figurehead, Muammar Gaddafi, and just so happened to get her hands on his will. It is believed to have been written sometime in August or September of this year. Here it is, translated into English:

To My Beloved Family:

There are many cowardly jackals in our country who believe it is best for Gaddafi to leave his homeland and whisk about with the desert sands. Although Gaddafi has never been one to back down from his opposition and saddle the horse of defeat, the insatiable will of the rebels to ruin everything I have built has exhausted Gaddafi. Our deserters seem to have forgotten the revolutionary exploits of Colonel Gaddafi against the monarchical pigs those many years ago. Gaddafi was like an Arab Robin Hood with the military cunning of Napoleon, the political wizardry of Mao Zedong, and the rugged good looks of a young Clint Eastwood. All that seems to be forgotten now like an oasis to a bow-legged camel or sassafras to a Nepalese whore. Gaddafi thinks he only has the energy to muster one last stand against these ingrates. There seems to be a dark cloud looming over me and my life seems to be approaching its final hour. Gaddafi longs for Paradise and the embrace of many virgins. In case of my untimely death, Gaddafi would like to bequest his worldly possessions as follows:

To my wife, Safia:
I want you to travel to our secret wishing tree where Gaddafi first threaded your needle and did the Gaddafi naughty-time shuffle. The bark of that tree has been infused with an old Gaddafi family herbal remedy. Break off a piece of the bark and feed it to a female Glossy Ibis. That Glossy Ibis's first male chick will be the reincarnation of the Prophet Muhammad. Raise that chick to adulthood and prepare him for his destiny: to conspire with other Glossy Ibises to dismantle Israel.

To my son, Muhammad:
Because of your love of both shamelessly promiscuous women and firearms, Gaddafi has hired a group of former Playmates of the Year to become the new and improved Amazonian Guards. They will accompany you everywhere at all times. You deserve the best, for a disheveled shrew always wins at pinochle.

To Gaddafi's son, Saif al-Islam:
You disappoint me. All you get is a paper mache model of a statue I was going to dedicate to you before Gaddafi decided you had the diplomatic aptitude of a cross-eyed, misanthropic ostrich.

To my son, Al-Saadi:
Since Gaddafi knew you would never become a world-class footballer, I have been extorting several owners of prominent European clubs so that you can buy their best players from them and own and manage your own Libyan-based super team. Congratulations, may the football Gods be with you like Allah's effervescent kisses rise with the desert Sun.

To Gaddafi's son Hannibal Muammar:
Because you have always loved extravagant gold trinkets, I leave you Gaddafi's collection of gold Rolex watches, whose faces have been emblazoned with his portrait. Now, whenever someone asks you what time it is, you can flash a watch in their face and declare, "Gaddafi time!"

To my one-and-only daughter, Ayesha:
My princess deserves the best and the best only, so Gaddafi leaves you your great-grandmother's gold plated letter opener with a diamond-encrusted handle. This letter opener has a formidable blade and proves useful in intimidating witnesses. A fine tool for the finest of lawyers.

To my son, Moatassem:
Since you must carry on the Gaddafi military tradition, Gaddafi leaves you the mighty saif he carried during the 1969 revolution. Gaddafi snatched the life away from many men with this saif. It has been passed down through many generations, dating back to my great-great-great grandfather who dismembered 62 Egyptian minotaurs with this divine blade. Use it wisely. Oh yes, since your younger brother Saif recently died, I am leaving you my collection of Martian Manhunter comic books Gaddafi was going to bestow upon him. You're welcome.

To Gaddafi's son, Khamis:
Like Moatassem, you are also responsible for continuing Gaddafi's military legacy. To help ensure this is done the right way, I am giving you Gaddafi's 18th-century English dueling pistol. This is a pistol with a mysterious and legendary past, as it was stolen from the grave of the notorious pirate, Calico Jack. It then made its way into the possession of Aaron Burr, who used it to kill Alexander Hamilton in their famous duel. Some say Hamilton put a curse on the pistol, and all those who fall victim to its wrath are haunted by Hamilton's apparition in the afterlife. Use this gun's power like Poseidon uses the tender caresses of 1000 sea nymphs to tempt the weak into damnation.

All of Gaddafi's finances will be transferred into a private bank account, code name "MG<3'sCR\inftyxoxo," which will be signed over to his muse and soul sister, Condoleezza Rice. She will have absolute control of this account and will designate a monthly allowance to all of you at her accordance. All praise be to Allah and Leezza.




Russell Peters

Pic of the Day

Jessica Alba

Movie of the Day

Title: The Untouchables
Director: Brian De Palma
Writer: David Mamet
Starring: Kevin Costner, Charles Martin Smith, Andy Garcia, Robert De Niro, Sean Connery, Patricia Clarkson, Billy Drago



Song of the Day

Title: Peaches
Artist: The Presidents of the United States of America
Album: The Presidents of the United States of America




Movin' to the country,
Gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
Gonna eat me a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
Gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
Gonna eat a lot of peaches.

Peaches come from a can,
They were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way,
I'd eat peaches every day
Sun-soakin' bulges in the shade

Take a little nap where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you, woman,
I poked my finger down inside
Make a little room for an ant to hide
Nature's candy in my hand or can or a pie

Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free

Look out!

Artist of the Day

Paul Guaguin, 1848-1903, French Post-Impressionist painter




Thought of the Day

If God originally put one woman and one man on Earth, Adam and Eve, and together they began proliferating the human species, wouldn't there be some severe genetic defects in the first several generations? And wouldn't Earth's current population still possess some of those undesirable genetic traits? If this is actually how Creation took place, I suppose God knew little about genetics. It doesn't seem like he was an all-knowing being. It's more like he was the bastard father of a race of Appalachian hillbilly folk.

Quote of the Day

I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones. - Albert Einstein

Monday, October 24, 2011

Steve Atwater Is Good At Hurting People

Pic of the Day

Steve Atwater aka "The Smiling Assassin"

Movie of the Day

Title: Re-Animator
Director: Stuart Gordon
Writer: Stuart Gordon, William J. Morris, Dennis Paoli
Starring: Jeffrey Combs, Bruce Abbott, Barbara Crampton, David Gale, Robert Sampson, Al Berry

Song of the Day

Title: Last Real N***a Alive
Artist: Nas
Album: God's Son




[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus 2X]
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just slice like a ginsu
Look at the life that I been through
I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official

[Nas]
Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars
Who you thought 'Kick In The Door' was for?
But that's my heart, y'all still trippin' off the Jigga shit
Real niggas listen up and I'mma tell you how the whole thing start
Off top I brung Queens up from hard times
Rockin' at the Fever, streets was all mine
It was my version of the blues, droppin' our schools
The crack epidemic had rap representin' the rules
So I, got in 'em shoes, tried 'em wore them
Wasn't a perfect fit, so I couldn't sport em
Young murderers ride, I knew all them
Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warring
I wrote it in my album
I was 18 when Lake seen the Island
And Lord held me down and
My surroundings started changing
I had a baby, I was making my rounds with AZ
Niggas started noticing my flow and was open when
The Golden Child closed 'em in with more style than them older men
Puff tried to start a label, Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang
Snoop and Dre had a new thang
So Puff drove his new Range through Queensbridge Projects
He let me drive it, before 'Ready to Die' hit
BIG and I hit blunts performing at the Arc
Next thing you knew, BIG blew and all the balling starts
He had Kim and his crew, I found Fox, only niggas in New York with number
one charts
BIG was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon my niggas
But dig it, they couldn't get along
That's when Ghostface said it on the Purple tape
Bad Boy biting Nas album cover, wait
BIG told me Rae was stealing my slang
And Rae told me out in Shaolin BIG would do the same thing
But I borrowed from both them niggas
Jigga started to flow like us, but hit with 'Ain't No Niggas'
Had much Versace swagger
BIG admired the Brooklyn knight and it took him in as Iceberg the rapper
Today don't know nothing, about this bullshit
There's more shit than wanting to be this King of New York shit

[Chorus 2x]

[Nas]
Rap became a version of Malcom and Martin
Rest In peace Will, Queensbridge live on
There's some ghetto secrets I can't rhyme in this song
There's some missing pieces I had to leave out
I had lost trust for Steve Stoute
At some point 'til I got to know him
We old friends, but what's loyal?
Puff soaked Interscope offices
With champagne bottles on Steve, and Steve thought the drama is on me
'Cause previously it would have been, against whoever
Friends forever
However, I learn, with some niggas it's all business
But I'm a street dude with morals
To diss niggas with Jigga too much, he used to say Jay wanted my spot
I laughed, stayed home, never hung a lot
A quiet man who used to be alone planning
Baby moms thought I was too quiet, couldn't stand it
She hit the streets, later on she hittin' the sheets
With a rapper who wanted me on his songs, thinking he strong
I taught her how to watch for cars that might follow
Taught her street shit that I know
Her weakness was shine yo
But that's her, I ain't mad baby, it made me stronger
Now I get my paper longer
'Illmatic' I was boss
'It Was Written' I flossed
One of the most creative LPs ever to hit stores
In 'The Firm' I learned I am 'Nastradamus'
'QB's Finest,' 'Oochie Wally,' faced more problems
I gave it all up so I can chill at home with mama
She was getting old and sick so I stayed beside her
We had the best times, she asked would I make more songs
I told her not 'til I see her health get more strong
In the middle of that, Jay tried to sneak attack
Assassinate my character, degrade my hood
'Cause in order for him to be the Don, Nas had to go
The Gam-B-I-N-O rules I understood
What you want, see, I already had
'The Gift and The Curse'? Fuck that shit, the first shall be last
I'm the man's man, a rapper's rapper
G-O-D S-O-N, they'll be none after
I was Scarface, Jay was Manolo
It hurt me when I had to kill him and his whole squad for dolo

[Outro]
Uh, Uh, Uh

[Chorus 2X]

Artist of the Day

Paul Cezanne, 1839-1906, French Post-Impressionist painter




Thought of the Day

I've never understood why celebrities are immensely annoyed by the paparazzi. I don't see any reason why they should feel that way considering it comes with the territory. They make a conscious choice to pursue fame knowing if they reach their goal they will often be pursued by bottom-feeders with cameras. When they make it big they act as if it's unjust to have their privacy invaded in such a way when they knew it would come with the price of fame. What a bunch of hypocritical crap. Anyone who pursues fame must to some degree enjoy attention and adoration from strangers. How do such people have the nerve to complain about a group of provocateurs who fulfill that desire? I'm not accusing all celebrities of this behavior because I'm sure some of them handle the paparazzi with grace and humility. And I'm not defending the paparazzi, they're a creepy, adulatory catalyst for the obsession with our vacuous celebrity culture. I'm just seeing the celebrity-paparazzi relationship for what it is.

Quote of the Day

I have seen three emperors in their nakedness, and the sight was not inspiring. - Prince Otto von Bismark

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Larry David's Awesome Songs



The Comedic Exploits of NBA Players



Pic of the Day

Mount Roraima, Venezuela

Movie of the Day

Title: The Seventh Voyage of Sinbad
Director: Nathan H. Juran
Writer: Kenneth Kolb
Starring: Kerwin Mathews, Torin Thatcher, Kathryn Grant, Richard Eyer, Alec Mango, Harold Kasket



Song of the Day

Title: Part 1: "Acknowledgement"
Artist: John Coltrane
Album: A Love Supreme

Artist of the Day

Giorgio de Chirico, 1888-1978, Italian pre-Surrealist and Surrealist painter




Thought of the Day

It really perturbs me when I have dreams that are so convincingly real that they make a seamless transition into my psyche when I wake up. For instance, I had these recurring dreams earlier this year where I was denied my college diploma because it turned out I had never officially completed high school because two classes were mysteriously omitted from my transcript. Therefore, I had to go back to high school to repeat those two courses. I then had vivid images of myself walking through the halls of my high school surrounded by kids seven years younger than me and thinking about how I could get my guidance counselor fired for subjecting me to such embarrassing misery. Every time I had these dreams I would wake up thinking this absurd scenario was an unfortunate part of my reality, until after about fifteen seconds I remember the dream and breath a sigh of relief. I often wonder what my subconscious is trying to reveal to me through all this.

Quote of the Day

A comic is a person, who, when he dies, is at his wit's end. - Anonymous

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Scraper Bikes Are The Second Best Cultural Phenomenon To Come Out Of The Bay Area

Pic of the Day

Evel Knievel crash

Movie of the Day

Title: Gladiator
Director: Ridley Scott
Writers: David Franzoni, John Logan, William Nicholson
Starring: Russell Crowe, Joaquin Phoenix, Connie Nielson, Oliver Reed, Derek Jacobi, Djimon Hounsou, Ralf Moller, Richard Harris

Song of the Day

Title: The Suburbs
Artist: Arcade Fire
Album: The Suburbs



In the suburbs I
I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys we're leavin'

You always seemed so sure
That one day we'd be fighting
In a suburban war
Your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on the opposite shore

But by the time the first bombs fell
We were already bored
We were already, already bored

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again

Kids wanna be so hard
But in my dreams we're still screamin' and runnin' through the yard
And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall
Meant nothin' at all
Meant nothin' at all
It meant nothin

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling and into the night

So can you understand?
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before all this damage is done

But if it's too much to ask, if it's too much to ask
Then send me a son

Under the overpass
In the parking lot we're still waiting
It's already passed
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
Cause it's already passed
It's already, already passed

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again

I'm movin' past the feeling
I'm movin' past the feeling

In my dreams we're still screamin'
We're still screamin'
We're still screamin'

Artist of the Day

Romare Bearden, 1911-1988, American painter and collage artist