Wednesday, August 29, 2007

mensa

i think my attention span is shortening cause i’m buying books faster than i can read them. it’s frustrating and i don’t know what’s wrong with me. it doesn’t help that friends recommend me books they think i’ll really like and i buy them right away. i’ve been on this peter biskind book forever. i got it because i loved his book Easy Riders, Raging Bulls on 70s american cinema which was hysterical and i got to picture Robert Evans green-lighting big movies while on a massage table. it’s not like it’s boring- his writing is sharp and funny as hell, but i’m still slow. alexis recommended this cormac mccarthy book this past weekend called The Road that sounds amazing, so i bought that too. the last time she recommended me a book was a Harry Crews one and i read it in one sitting… back when i had a better attention span. if that’s not enough, i have 2 books i borrowed from friends months ago that I haven’t even started. and one of those books i borrowed from young and it’s the 2nd time i’ve borrowed it from him in the last 5 years. i also got this Emmanuel Todd book that James Wolcott hyped on his blog three damn years ago…3 out of the 5 bush administration officials he mentioned in that piece have resigned since! it kills me when i hear about people reading a book a week. i really think the internet screwed me up bookwise. somebody needs to lock up my computer for a month.

Friday, May 11, 2007

the year peter parker broke my heart


*spider-man 3 spoilers*

i finally got around to watching the spider-man 3 and it was so disappointing and painful. i don’t know what sam raimi was thinking with some of his decisions. it reached a whole new level of cornball even for a summer blockbuster, so cringeworthy during some points that i had to close my eyes like i always do during the bathtub scene in the shining. i’ve always liked peter parker because he’s always suffering and awkward and i loved the romantic story with MJ the girl next door. he’s like the most sympathetic and human super hero i can think of: dirt poor, hyper-sensitive, hopeless romantic, pathetically goofy but badass & engaging when he’s on a winning streak. but so many of his sympathetic attributes were portrayed so heavy handed and cheesy that i couldn’t handle it in this one. i couldn’t take all the close up scenes of parker crying. it didn’t make him sympathetic at all, it’s like they knew the qualities that made parker likable and exploited the hell out of it, putting him through the wringer every 5 minutes and making him weep and having everyone and every little thing rip his heart to shreds. there were so many moments where it felt like raimi forgot how to give his characters depth and reverted to evil dead camp, which i do enjoy, but only works on a small budget scale and with bruce campbell (and only him) hamming it up. i couldn’t get into it, all these cartoony moments of turmoil and rock-bottomness. it was such a cheap and transparent way to tug on the heartstrings. also, i’m usually down for stories that warn about the dangers of complacency but not when hedonistic peter looked like this DB:

i can’t stand that jared leto guy and his horrible horrible band of posturing jerkoffs. also seeing this made me realize what a lame villain venom is. seriously, he is the worst and so overrated. i can’t believe i thought venom was a good villain at one point. what the hell. venom seems so dated like when you played tony hawk and rage against the machine was blaring as the soundtrack and you thought you were so awesome. maybe it’s a 20-something thing. i hope they wise up and dr. connors finally turns lizard in the next one. it’s better when parker’s mentors turn evil cause it takes the whole idea of “kill yr idols” to an entertaining and explosive level of emotional conflict. the most redeeming thing about this spider-man was the convincingly stoic sandman and the brief bruce campbell cameo. i hope raimi learns from his mistakes for the next one because i believe he has the smarts to deliver quality big budget entertainment that isn’t on some crappy waterworld kevin costner in waterproof leather underpants bullshit. even more smarts and sense then his fellow successful splatter-comedy classmate peter jackson with lord of the rings. i thought spider-man 1 & 2 were pretty good and that his creativity and wit still shined through all that cgi stuff.

there is a bright side that has nothing to do with spidey. when i got home i decided to look through a couple volumes of my marvel universe set from ‘83 and when i got to the K-M volume, i came across this hilarious character named Lockjaw:

yeah…it’s a 1200lb bulldog with a fu manchu/cop moustache and little antennae and has the ability to teleport. i love it. i know there must have been many clouds of smoke in the Marvel offices during that time, but this…this is a huge accomplishment. here’s another picture of Lockjaw which looks like he’s using the subway train as a formidable weapon against The Thing but it’s probably just a steal beam. i want to believe it’s a subway train but that doesn’t make sense. then again, a teleporting bulldog with a moustache doesn’t make much sense either

the discovery of Lockjaw almost makes the $15 i paid to see spidey in imax worth it cause i wouldn’t have been motivated to go through these issues again

Monday, February 26, 2007

the oscars are lame & unexciting

i missed this on tv (forgot) and i’m glad that marty won. he’s likeable, deserving, great at what he does most of the time and his nervous energy is really endearing to me. but i knew he would win. everyone knew he would or else tons of people would be so, so pissed. although i enjoyed the departed more than any movie i saw in the theater multiplex this year, it has some major flaws such as the really bad ending and that unbelievably corny visual gag with the rat. i know i’m stating the obvious, but the oscars are severely disconnected and they have a long tradition of making up for past oversights which is why scorsese won for the departed now, but not for far superior films like raging bull or taxi driver. i was also reminded of this formula when they gave robert altman the lifetime achievement award before he kicked the bucket. i can’t help but liken it to the corrupt officiating in the NBA when refs try to makeup for their own bad calls and charitably put someone on the line.

but really, why are people even taking this seriously? mediocre ass little miss sunshine got nominated for 4 awards, including best picture (god, i really hated that one). that definitely felt like calculated overcompensation because the academy is too aware that they cannot surprise anyone. that awareness is palpable every year they announce the nominees. it’s like when pulp fiction got a mess of token nods and people were like “wow i can’t believe they nominated a movie with so many n-bombs” but everyone knew it would never win cause the oscars are so square & not down with controversy when it really matters. it really is just 4 long hours of glamorous & fluffy FCC-approved circle jerking.

anyway dudes, they had a PENGUIN in the audience when Happy Feet won

*(i love that cameron diaz had to present that stupid award, especially in a ridiculously expensive gown)

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

terrible start

on my last day of work prior to my 2 week vacation, i catch a nasty cold. not only does it keep me from attending the company holiday party and indulging in gratis top shelf booze, but it has caused me to be a shut-in 3 days into my vacation with no sign of letting up. truly sucks. i have been watching really bad daytime tv having gone through my netflix rentals in one day. my head is so congested that i can’t even focus on reading anything. i am also not used to blogging from home and don’t feel as resourceful when not doing it on the company’s dime. also is it possible to build up a tolerance to nyquil? that stuff isn’t doing anything for me. anyway, my highlight of the day was receiving a fancy letterpressed card from my pal young:

there’s nothing like a rude christmas card to get me in the holiday spirit.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

SonyCorp Schadenfreude

here’s an update on that failed viral marketing attempt by Sony. Zipatoni just deleted the stupid rap video blog entry that had over 1000 comments from people telling them how lame SonyCorp & Zipatoni are and swearing never to buy a Sony product again. And they finally admitted the site was a fake at the top

Busted. Nailed. Snagged. As many of you have figured out (maybe our speech was a little too funky fresh???), Peter isn’t a real hip-hop maven and this site was actually developed by Sony. Guess we were trying to be just a little too clever. From this point forward, we will just stick to making cool products, and use this site to give you nothing but the facts on the PSP.

Sony Computer Entertainment America

ironically, the FTC just made a move on Monday to make this type of marketing illegal!
Federal Trade Commision moves to unmask Word-of-Mouth Advertising

Jesus Sony has the most pathetic and annoying viral ad campaigns. It’s bad enough that I had endure seeing these all over my neighborhood:

but who could forget this winner right here:

so foul. i couldn’t help but think of that Bill Hicks bit where he asks the audience if there is anyone in advertising/marketing, then proceeds to put them on blast and asks them politely to kill themselves.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

well this is just great

what the hell? my company blocked flickr under the category sex today. i was going to blog about the 3rd Annual Tamale Day that my friend serg and miro puts together where a whole mess of us get together with a whole mess of beer and rap and make over 200 tamales. all my photo documentation is over there. so you get this generic goggled image of a pre-steamed tamale for now.

stupid firewall. i guess i can see how pictures of food can be sexy, but still.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Horrible KTVU anchor resigns

One of my least favorite news anchors people in the world resigned from KTVU this week which makes me so happy because she had one of the most annoying deliveries and facial expressions i have ever witnessed on the news. Whenever she was covering a “sad” story she was would make a sad pouty face and seriously would sigh between every other word to express her disappointment. If she was reporting an “uplifting” piece she would would have this huge grin on her face, her eyes would widen and she’d raise her eyebrows really really high like she was a toddler at disneyland. please see my graphic below

she also would deliver in this weird sing songy way with unnatural and forced inflections that drove me crazy. apparently, one of the reasons she resigned was because the station didn’t stick up for her when the Oakland Tribune wrote a column mocking her style. she is going to move Colorado and is planning to make a documentary about “the state of the news today.”

ha, i’ll be sure to check that out

Monday, November 13, 2006

blogger is lame

sorry i had to change my blog address. i was using blogger previously and got this message from them saying that i should change to beta because it had more features. so when i did it pretty much paralyzed everything and i could not update because of so many bugs. the stupid thing is that i couldn’t change back. maybe Rick Santorum put a curse on my blog for making fun of his family. anyway, i switched to wordpress which i am liking more than blogger. i’m still trying to tweak the css to look like my old one and there are some weird issues here and there, but whatever blah blah blah.

here are some photos i took of my friends’ cats




Monday, October 16, 2006

Chokeland A’s 2006 edition


I guess am so conditioned to the A’s playing dead in the postseason, that i am not even mad or surprised that the Tigers swept them. Having a weak showing in October is almost like a tradition now. I guess if the Mets don’t fare well, then i am rooting for the Tigers by default because I can’t stand the boring ass Cardinals. Who would have imagined that Detroit would make it this far? Crazy

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

more on the M. Night Shymalamananmam jackass

a friend and fellow M. Night hater forwarded me this article and higlighted his favorite passages. I have nothing to add, except the Denny’s quote made me hate him 40% more

Much riding on Shyamalan’s ‘Lady’ luck

M. Night Shyamalan’s The Lady in the Water, based on a children’s story he wrote, is a departure for the writer/director of movies that have surprise endings.

By Scott Bowles, USA TODAY
CHESTER COUNTY, Pa. M. Night Shyamalan settles into a chair in his dining room, examining the movie posters from a career defined by hits The Sixth Sense, Unbreakable, Signs, The Village and wonders whether he has lost his touch.

“Maybe I’ve had a disconnect with people,” he says. “Maybe the wine and food I like isn’t the wine and food everyone else likes now.”

It’s a remarkable admission for a man whose four big-studio pictures have taken in more than $2 billion in theaters and home video sales.

But it has been a remarkable 18 months for Shyamalan, 35. In just a year and a half, he has parted ways with Disney, the studio that distributed all of his big movies. He has cooperated with a new tell-all book, The Man Who Heard Voices: Or, How M. Night Shyamalan Risked His Career on a Fairy Tale, that details the split and vilifies Disney executives.

But most disconcerting is a question that has been nagging at him for months: Has he made a movie no one wants to see?

Lady in the Water opens Friday with a lot of reputations at stake. Disney executives will be watching the film’s performance to validate their decision to end the relationship with Shyamalan. Warner Bros. will be watching the same numbers to justify their decision to snap up the director and give him $70 million to make this film and, they hope, more under the Warner Bros. banner.

No one’s credibility, though, is more on the line than Shyamalan’s. Already some media outlets are blasting the director, whom they say has fallen prey to hubris. The New York Times called Voices “a full-length, unintentionally riotous puff book.” Newsweek, which once put Shyamalan on its cover under the title “The Next Spielberg,” is now calling for a “career intervention” to address his arrogance.

Lately, Shyamalan concedes, he has caught himself agreeing with the criticisms.

“In your darker moments, you worry that your tastes have rarefied,” he says. “It’s very possible that’s what’s happening. And in the event that Lady doesn’t find its audience, that’s going to be looming over me.”

Yet for all the questions and self-doubt really?, Shyamalan says he has found an inner peace he rarely has known as a director.

“I’ve never gotten to this place this close to the opening where I felt as little anxiety as I feel right now,” he says. “Even if it’s a financial disaster, I know it’s going to work out, because I got to make the movie I was dreaming to make.”

Divorced from Disney

It was a movie he planned to make with Disney, which shepherded his last four films to a box office haul of $1.6 billion domestically and worldwide.

But tensions began to mount after 2004’s The Village, about a blind girl who must enter woods she believes are haunted to save her fiance. Although it took in $114 million domestically and $142 million overseas, the movie underperformed for a Shyamalan picture and was raked by critics.

The director knew Lady would be a hard sell. Born of a bedtime story he told his daughters, his newest film is a fantasy that stars Paul Giamatti as an apartment building superintendent who rescues a sea nymph, played by Bryce Dallas Howard, whom he finds in his swimming pool.

The movie proved the toughest since Sixth Sense to write. Shyamalan reworked the script six times.

“It’s a modern-day fantasy,” Shyamalan says from his office on a 40-acre horse farm that doubles as a family getaway.

Lady “has a female lead with no superstars in it,” he says. “It isn’t a traditional scary movie for me to sell. It doesn’t have a twist ending. I expected it would send a lot of mixed signals to people who perceive me as a certain type of director.”

What he didn’t expect was the reaction he got from Disney executives.

When Shyamalan finishes an early cut of a movie, he screens it for two dozen of his closest friends. All must fill out a report card about what works and what doesn’t.

Though he won’t say what Lady scored, he says, “It did well. Better than I thought it would.”

At a dinner at a Philadelphia hotel in February last year, however, it became clear that the movie had not scored well with Disney. Shyamalan met with Disney chairman Dick Cook, marketing chief Oren Aviv and Disney president Nina Jacobson.

Shyamalan says that when Jacobson rattled off a list of concerns she had about the movie, including his decision to give himself a meaty role and a scene in which a movie critic is mauled, he lost his composure. He left the restaurant vowing that he was through with Disney, even though Cook offered to produce the film with a $60 million budget and the freedom to make Lady any way he wanted.

Though Disney executives confirmed details of the dinner and offer, officials declined to elaborate on the split.

“We enjoyed a fruitful relationship with Night Shyamalan that lasted six years and yielded four wonderful movies,” a press release from Disney says. “We wish him the best of luck with Lady in the Water and on all of his future endeavors.”

Such divorces are rare in Hollywood because the marriages are even rarer. Most directors shop their scripts to the studio that bids highest.

Shyamalan says money had nothing to do with the split. Instead, he says, he felt Disney had lost faith in him.

“They didn’t like the movie. They weren’t saying ‘Let’s work it out.’ They weren’t saying ‘Tell me how you’re going to fix it.’ It wasn’t like that,” he says.

“Warner Bros. loves the movie. That’s important to me. Until they loved it, I wasn’t happy.”

Shyamalan has spent much of his life seeking approval. When he was admitted to New York University’s film school, his father, he says, told him “It’s not Princeton.” When Newsweek put him on its cover, he says his father reminded him the magazine had a smaller circulation than Time.

Disney, Shyamalan says, “was very much a parent to me, one that I wanted to please. I thought I would make movies for Disney until I was an old man. But at some point, the child has to decide to go on his own.”

Faith in his movies

Will audiences follow?

Gitesh Pandya of boxofficeguru.com says that Lady could be a hard sell “because it seems to fall somewhere in between a fairy tale and a horror movie. It’s not well defined, at least in the ads.”

He’s quick to add, though, that “Shyamalan is still a director who attracts an audience by his name alone. There aren’t many of those around.”

There also aren’t many filmmakers “who evoke such strong feelings, on both sides of the fence,” says Howard, who also starred in The Village.

“His movies polarize people because they’re so emotional,” she says. “And he’s uncompromising about the story he wants to tell. I think the feelings run the gamut from obsession to hatred for him.

“But whatever you’re feeling, it’s un-ignorable.”

There was no ignoring his bolt from Disney, says Michael Bamberger, author of Voices.

“You can say that he’s a crybaby for walking away from Disney’s offer,” says Bamberger, a senior writer for Sports Illustrated. “And he does have an ego. He is obsessive. But he’s not cynical. He believes in the movies. And he really was hurt that they didn’t believe in a movie that’s about faith.”

Now Shyamalan must face whether moviegoers still believe in him. He admits that the question has been pressing of late.

“I don’t know that I could be an independent filmmaker,” he says. “I think there’s something universal in the stories I try to tell. But trying to do that, you can torture yourself. The ‘I (stink)’ is a pretty powerful tool when I’m doing a movie.”

In fact, Shyamalan has enjoyed making only one, Signs, a movie he says was made “for the Denny’s crowd. I think that was fun because it was a popcorn movie. I was going for the masses.”

His personal favorite, however, is Unbreakable, a movie he made his way, with the clout he earned from Sixth Sense’s $672 million worldwide box office haul. Unbreakable did $95 million at the U.S. box office despite shots from critics that it was too dense and dark.

If Shyamalan prefers underdog movies, Lady may soon become his favorite. He concedes that the battle with Disney to make the film might have overshadowed his reason for making it.

“If this doesn’t do well, maybe I’ll realize that I was so worried about getting it made that I didn’t realize I had something that doesn’t reach audiences,” he says.

There may even be something cathartic about the movie failing, he says. “Maybe what would really help is a complete disaster. Something that would clean the slate. People could trash me to oblivion, say I’m done. Then there are no great expectations. There’s nowhere to go but up.”

But this is one film for which he’ll try to tune out the skeptics, the studio execs, the box office analysts.

“People may turn this into my disaster,” he says. “But it won’t be for me. This is the movie my kids wanted to see get made. It’s the movie I wanted to make. No matter what happens, I love this movie.”

I took the liberty of highlighting the most ludicrous passages (nearly comprised entirely of MNS’ direct quotes, if that isn’t telling enough. I am by no means a Celebrity Beefist, but this fellow is becoming my James Moriarty. Current sins:

1) A meaty role (about an misunderstood author whose misunderstood book will someday Save The World, no fucking less) in his own movie. Additionally In said movie, an evil movie critic is murdered.

2) Is releasing a whiny tell-all/self-puffer written with a sportswriter (hello, Tuesdays With Morrie) about a subject that isn’t a year old and isn’t of any non-personal significance.

3) Refers to critics with the galling phrase “people may turn this into my disaster” as if he was quoting the Annals of Tacitus, for Christ’s sake. As if his was a life of Historical Import, and Caesar was under the looming and ominous shadows of Brutus and Cassius.

Monday, October 3, 2005

My name is Awww Damn and yes, I hate the Red Sox


left: curt “shilling” for bush, right: nuff said

I get a lot of dirty looks when I say that’d rather root for the Yankees than the Red Sox. People react as if I am saying I’m a republican or something. But I will try to explain why. I will also like to add that some of my best friends are Red Sox fans and before anyone threatens me in the comments section, it’s just sports.

I’ve never been to Boston so I don’t know if it’s a racist city like Bonds claims. I just know that whenever I see them play the A’s, I have to deal with the most obnoxious meathead fans I have ever seen. And that is saying a lot because as an A’s fan who has been to quite a number of games this season, I know how…um…emotional A’s fans can get sometimes. But it seems that there are always some Red Sox fans that out-meathead the jerks that give A’s fans a bad name. I don’t like the image of the team either. I think Millar & co (aka “The Idiots”) try too hard to push the image of the club as these lovable schlubs all down-to-earth BFFs kinda teammates, and it just seems so labored and insincere to me. It is like they are aware that most baseball fans see them as ‘the good guys’ and they try to beat us over the head with that idea. it seems like more of a fraud when recently an anonymous BoSox player talked shit to the media about his own teammate (schilling). These guys pretend like they are best friends forever, and it seems so fake to me. I expect squabbles to happen because these dudes play together practically everyday but they front like their bond is indestructible so they’ll be seen as MLB’s Most Endearing and Loveable Team and win the hearts of everyone.

Like the Yankees, they are seen as an America’s Team organization and it’s even more of a bandwagon to root for them than the Yankees because of their losing history and image as “eternal underdogs” for decades. But they aren’t really an underdog club to me in the truest sense because they have a ridiculous payroll just like the Yankees and are loaded with talent that only the best money can buy. They too are an “Evil Empire” kinda team and just because they’ve lost a lot in history doesn’t automatically make them down to earth.

I can’t stand Curt Schilling. I just loved it when he stumped for Bush during the 2004 presidential election. yuck

and two years ago during a post game interview, Trot Nixon who hit a walk off homer said “that wasn’t me out there swinging the bat - that was Jesus.” I didn’t care for that too much either.

I have my issues with the Yankees as well, but now that they don’t have The Rocket, I can’t say that any one of their personalities rub me the wrong way (Posada & Sheffield border on it, but I don’t dislike them like I do schilling or Trot Nixon). Jeter used to bug the hell out of me cause of his pretty boy status and I could swear I’d see a smirk oh his face every time he was up. But I watched him on 60 minutes last week and he kinda won me over. He seems like a gracious respectable dude who was raised right by his folks. If anything, the only person I can’t stand is George Steinbrenner but it seems like even Yankee fans hate him as well.

That said, even though I hate certain players that doesn’t mean that I don’t respect their ability. I recognize the offensive talent on the Red Sox and as much as I hate someone like Clemens, I love how crazy obsessive compulsive he is and what a smug jerkoff he is because it adds theatre to the game.

And I don’t know how anyone can hate this guy. I can’t hate him he looks like my dad.

“don’t hate the playa, hate the sweater”

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Metallica: Some Kind of Monster


“Dude ever since Jason left, my inner rocker has been doubting
himself. Jason quitting has caused an avalanche in my soul and now my
inner rock god is trapped in this dark & damp cave due to a bunch of
boulders blocking the exit. Even taking my various $400,000 choppers for
joyrides hasn’t been cutting it.”


“Yah, me too. I haven’t been able to enjoy buying million dollar
paintings that i can’t explain why i like, except that they are expensive.
We should hire a therapist/’performance enhance coach’ that charges us
a ridiculous rate to help us get though our insular wealthy rocker self-pity.”

[enter Phil Towle, therapist/performance enchancement coach & part-time parrothead]

:
“Lars, James - You two are Metallica. Jason is not. Metallica is good.
Repeat after me. Metallica is good. Metallica is good. Metallica is good.”

:
(In unison) “Metallica is good. Metallica is good.”

:
” Now go have a killer jam session! Metallica is good!”

[jam session at fancy expensive studio]

:
“Lars what the fuck are you doing on the drums?”

:
” FUCK YOU! I’m trying to make this song more interesting and want
to do that with experimental rhythms.”

:
“It’s way off and awkward sounding. Can’t you find the beat?”

:
(voice wavering) “Guys…please stop fighting. Just take a deep breath.
Your arguing is keeping me from totally shredding on this solo. I don’t
know what to do with myself if I can’t shred!”

[therapy session #2]

:
“Lars totally sucks at drums. I’ve held back on saying this for decades.
I wish we could have kicked this one-trick loser out, but he invented
Metallica.”

:
(In James’ Face) ” FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCK YOUUUUUUU!!!!!

:
“You guys need to let it all out. You guys need to chanel Saint Anger,
if you will.

:
” ROCK n’ ROLL!!”

:
“Great! Now let’s go over the invoice for my performance enhancement services.”

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Deth to Parrotheads!

Allow me to be an asshole for a minute. I’d like to think I am open minded about a lot of things, but there are only two types of music that I can’t stomach; There’s smooth jazz, that vacant and overproduced and manufactured sounding “jazz” that makes you fit to kill. You know - stupid overprocessed electronic pianos and drums that are supposedly being played by human beings, but have been mastered to the point where they are lifeless and sprinkled with precious solos that go along a predictable ass scale. Smooth jazz is the music they play in grocery stores that drive many people to shoplift. I know that at age 7, if it weren’t for Kenny G’s hallow soprano sax digging in my ear drums at that Toys R’ Us in Visalia, CA, I would have ever walked out with that Incredible Hulk coloring book.

The other kind of music that makes me queasy: Rich-Guy Rock. This has been coming up a lot recently in conversations which was sparked off when my friend Ian came over, got on Limewire and thought it would be funny to play Genesis just to get a rise out of me. I wanted to die. Phil Collins, you sir do not rock.

What is Rich-Guy Rock you ask? As my friend puts it, just picture the kind of music a CEO would be blasting on his high-end sound system in his Porsche on the way to his summer mansion. Think Jimmy Buffett and oh god, The Eagles. I hate The Eagles. HATE! I think they are one of the most boring and overrated bands in rock history. I have really tried to give them a chance but then I would be at the bar and Hotel California would come on the jukebox and I’d still want to kill myself. I have news for you, if it doesn’t sound good even when I’m tanked and my judgement is seriously impaired - there is something wrong with it. The Eagles are different kind of rich-guy rock enemy though because they have spawned the solo rich-guy rock careers of Glenn Frey (The Heat is On!) and Joe Walsh, further saturating the already scary rich-guy rock market.

Top 5 Most Offensive Rich-Guy Jawns:

1) Joe Walsh - “Life’s Been Good”
This is the classic RGR jam right here. Just check out these mindblowing lyrics:

My Masarati does one-eighty-five.
I lost my license, now I don’t drive.
I have a limo, ride in the back.
I lock the doors in case I’m attacked

2) Phil Collins - “Susudio”
Phil, please tell me what the fuck Susudio means.
3) America - “You Can Do Magic”
first of all, worst band name ever. secondly, you all look like you need to get back to the office PRONTO for Casual Friday to show off your threads:



4) The Eagles - “Hotel California”
Alls I have to say is she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
‘Please bring me my wine’
He said,’We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’

5) Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville
Nothing like nibblin’ on some spongecake while watching the sun bake.

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Adventures in Public Transportation


(Muni snaps by Emily Valentine)

Usually my wacky Muni experiences don’t occur so closely after the previous one, but today was a special occasion. During my morning commute on the N-Judah Line, it was typically packed. We were seriously pressed together like sardines, but in this city you get conditioned to having no comfort zone while riding the public transit. 75% of the time, you will not get a seat. You get used to anonymous elbowing and bumping and shrug it off. You have the coping mechanisms to properly deal with it. At least most sane people do.

After boarding the car, I find a place to stand next to a pole for me to hang on to. Muni drivers brake hard and people can fly all over the place unexpectedly if they aren’t holding onto anything. It was very crowded and this woman in her 50s seated in front of me was visibly frustrated with her lack of elbow space to enjoy her newspaper and started opening the newspaper wide enough where the pages kept slapping my hand on the pole and others standing next to me. It didn’t hurt but it kept brushing against my hand with a feather touch that I’d have to itch it every two seconds. Big deal, right? I adjusted so her paper wouldn’t come into contact with me.

Enough people get off, so I move to the area next to her so I can lean against the car wall. Then the woman looks at me standing next to her and starts freaking out with the newspaper, raising it up in my face and using it as some kind of fort to protect her territory. It was so weird. So I looked back at her totally befuddled and she gets even more frustrated and starts flapping the newspaper in and out wildly which in turn, caused her to lose her balance and she fell back on the person sitting next to her. Everyone standing next to me was weirded out and this guy in a suit next to me laughed and said “Yeah! Snap that newspaper!” Everyone was silently chuckling at this woman’s territorial nonsense because it was so brazenly irrational. Finally, she wacks against my neck with the newspaper. I was too tired to be combative so I leaned in and asked her point blank “Do you have a problem with me? Did I do something to offend you?” I was being completely reasonable and didn’t raise my voice. And she just smiled and lifted the newspaper to use as a wall between us and pretended like she was reading… completely ignoring me.

Then more people get off at the next stop, and the woman jumps out the seat and moves to an empty one to obviously get away from me. She starts bitching to the poor guy on her left and I swear she called me a chink. The guy quickly gets up and moves away from her, leaving her few people to rant to so she quietly starts staring at me. I decide to call her our again, “What is your problem, lady? Why do you keep staring at me?” and she doesn’t answer - she just continues glowering at me with contempt while simultaneously looking like she’s going to cry. I didn’t get it, so I looked at the man sitting next to her on her right and he subtly gives me the “She’s crazy” signal with his hand. This was comforting. She looked like a completely normal, harmless woman but after flailing her arms wildly with the newspaper and wacking me in the neck and head with it, I decided the bitch was insane.