Giuseppe Zangara

Split a 25-ounce bottle of Weyerbacher's Merry Monks Belgian-style Golden Ale with my girlfriend. Never been huge on Belgian and Belgian-style ales, but I liked this one OK. Smooth enough and without as strong a fruity/floral bite that a lot of Belgians have.

Change your name to Duquan "Dukie" Weems. Make "fights like a bitch" your custom title.

I dislike the way many of the The Wire's fans romanticize the lifestyle, but then the show itself is partially to blame. The Barksdale storyline made "the game" seem real cool and sexy, which is certainly appealing to a backwoods Canadian who spends most of his time drinking alone and typing nonsense on a message board. Still, I'd be willing to give EHME a pass if he had an avatar of, say, Frank Sobotka instead.

Since I don't think I made it clear earlier, I actually liked Watchmen for the most part. It succeeds as an entertainment and little else; this thread proves just how easily Snyder & Co.'s house of cards falls apart under even the slightest scrutiny. And that's what happened in this thread, SuperJerk. It did not take a great amount of mental power to point out what's wrong with the film. Unfortunately, you are incapable of realizing that, just like you are unaware of the definition of irony, or how "jokes" actually work. You are not good at what you do.

I just assumed he already liked it. Well, when he finally comes around on it, I'm sure he'll cite an entry from some poorly written, practically unreadable blog in defense of it.

The old-age makeup on Carla Gugino wasn't bad because it looked like an old woman trying to pass herself off as younger; it was the actual prosthetic makeup used to make her look years older that was unconvincing. She looked like a deflated version of the Lady in the Radiator from Eraserhead. And the Nixon thing isn't ironic at all, but I'm not interested in arguing semantics.

Man, I love The Wire, but so many of its fans are absolute yo-yos.

I never paid too close attention to the lyrics of the Lil Wayne song prior to this thread. Wow, Prince is a goddamn poet in comparison.

Well, with the exception of "Frost/Nixon", I can't think of a single television or movie portrayal of Nixon that doesn't come off as cartoonish. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088074/ Terrific performance.

You're gonna have to explain what's ironic about it. The old-age makeup was pretty bad. I wanted to reach out and remove globs of it from Gugino and the actors playing Nixon and Kissinger. As for my thoughts on the film, I'm just gonna c & p what I wrote elsewhere: You know what I thought was far and away the worst thing about it? Malin Akerman. Christ on a fucking cracker did the movie come to a screeching halt every time she opened her mouth. Way too much of the film's dramatic weight was placed on her character and she was in too over her head to handle it. It didn't help that most of her scenes were with good actors; I've mentioned elsewhere my fondness for Billy Crudup and I thought Patrick Wilson acquitted himself nicely, even if his character was one of the least interesting in the film. Single best moment in the film was the opening credit sequence. Best performances were Crudup's and Jeffrey Dean Morgan's. Jackie Earle Haley was decent, though his interpretation of Rorschach was a part of the film's biggest non-Akerman problem: Zack Snyder's Watchmen was, at times, a too-literal adaptation of the comic. Dialog that read fine within the context of the graphic novel sounded awfully hokey when being said aloud, most notably Rorschach's v/o, as well as . The violence was occasionally too over the top; Oh well. As for the film overall, except for the scenes where Akerman talked, I was never really bored and would probably be more forgiving of its flaws if I saw it a second time.

Is a hit song with thinly veiled sexual innuendos supposed to be unique? Prince's "Little Red Corvette"—a song so completely and unapologetically about pussy—was a top-ten single in 1983.

Clipping coupons.

Ew, gross.

It's closer than the toilet.

Sure, the toilet is right there, but I'm already in the shower and the urine will go down the drain. No biggie. It's not as if I had to pee before getting in and thought fuck it, down the drain it goes instead. Everyone in this thread is welcome to stay at my house and pee in my shower. I don't mind.

Wow, that's maddening. And the book was in remarkable condition, considering it was a 45-year old object. I've encountered much older books, by the way—I've spent too much time in libraries not to—but that particular copy of V. stands out in my mind for obvious reasons.

I cannot satisfactorily jack off in the shower. Somewhat related: I can't have sex in the shower, either. The barrage of water is far too distracting, plus I don't like doing it (masturbating) standing up. Rare is the shower where I don't pee. Even if I pissed before getting in, my body's exposure to warm/hot water triggers the urge to urinate. Never have I defecated or vomited in the shower. Any morning loogies are usually disposed in the bathroom sink before I step in the shower. I cannot recall ever having blown my nose while showering, but it isn't impossible that I have.

You know Inc, you never did answer my question "where does that picture from your avatar come from" I was not aware you had asked! http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0072235/

I just pissed on this thread.

I found a first-edition, jacketless copy of Thomas Pynchon's V. (1963) in a library about a year or so ago. Any value it may've had was wrecked by some girl's neurotic, pseudo-intellectual notes in the blank pages at the start of the book. I don't remember much of what it said, but it featured a lot of her complaining about life. The Chemical Brothers were namedropped somewhere, too.

That's 3356.5 posts per day of quality.

Cormac McCarthy's The Road. The occasional scene of graphic violence might be troublesome, but it's a relatively easy read (compared to McCarthy's other work, certainly) and it brings up a lot of subjects, like loyalty and morality, for people to chew on. The only other McCarthy book that might work is All the Pretty Horses.

If only there were a way to set up a program that would subtract one post from his post count, say, once a minute. This would be in numbers only, not actual posts. In order to keep up his post count, he'd have to start posting all the time, inevitably forgoing food and sleep, which, in turn, would lead to the deterioration of his mind, causing to him post utter, ban-worthy nonsense. Though it may be too late to do it with Marvin, it could work on someone else, given that a lot of people here are very sensitive about their post counts.

I read The Bluest Eye for an Adolescent Literature class in college. I read it in my 20s; I liked it then, but I'm sure if I was made to read it when I was 15 I would've hated it. That something so comparatively dense is shoved down so many unwilling throats only shows just how out of touch so many high-school English departments are. One of the reasons I quit teaching entry-level writing/lit college classes is I didn't have the energy to break freshmen of years-long apathy/outright dislike of reading.

I watched Roman Polanski's version of Macbeth my senior year of high school. It was gorier than most horror movies. One girl walked out during it; I guess she never told her parents because the teacher never got in trouble. Back to books, I know The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a fairly popular/controversial title in schools these days. I haven't read it, but, from what I've heard it about, it's a step in the right direction re: getting kids interested in literature. Forcing students to read dry, dusty prose from dead, white men or heavy-handed tomes of multiculturalism are doing just as much to turn young people off reading than the distractions of TV or the Internet. What do you guys think are some good titles for high schoolers? I mentioned Slaughterhouse Five earlier; that one is taught in high schools, but, due to its profanity, sexual, and supposedly anti-religious content, it's not taught enough. It's weird, funny, and a little difficult, but not too difficult to be impossible to follow.