Nighthawk

You want a medal for that, Jingus?

Grindcore band Agoraphobic Nosebleed has actually sampled the TV edit of Scarface.

Oh, I can think of way more than that, you're not trying. Ice Cube, Nas, Jadakiss...

Yeah, but Checker's and Rally's have a racecar theme anyway, so it's not surprising. They've actually done NASCAR tie ins before. You know what was really good there was the Jim Beam burgers. I think they were called that because they had Jim Beam barbecue sauce on them, but what the fuck? A Jim Beam burger? That's retarded. Not as retarded as NASCAR burgers, though. But the point is, they might taste good no matter what they're called. In addition, racecar is my favorite palindrome.

This becomes apparent when you go to a neighborhood where nobody takes care of their lawn, and there's one house in there where somebody does. It looks a lot better. None of that for me, though. I'm either rich enough to have a gardener, or I'm living in an apartment. I won't even mow it.

Probably DePalma's third best film. I think it was actually the Geto Boys who popularized it. But one of them is actually named Scarface, so it makes sense. Scarface's solo album Mr. Scarface is Back is actually pretty cinematic, and loosely tells the same story of making it to the top selling drugs and then falling. I'll let him get away with it. But no one else.

I love my kitties, and they love me back. That's all there is to it. Dogs are wonderful animals, but... I love my kitties.

I gotta say no, that's a fine thing to think. I often equate drugs and religion. I am utterly and completely insane, I am just placed in a position where I can't not admit that. But, I think that everything I think is the most rational resolution to everything, and everyone who doesn't agree is just crazy. Why? Drugs is a good answer. You know the most potent drugs are the ones that come from our own body.

There's a Full House about exactly that, with Jesse and Stephanie except Stephanie's friend is being beaten instead of raped. Steph eventually sees the light, which means that your friend is officially stupider than Stephanie Tanner.

Yeah, breaking somebody up with their girl is really doing them a favor, because she was obviously unsatisfied. Better you than some psycho. If had any integrity, she wouldn't do it. Of course, by the same token, you want to be careful with them. 2.5 weeks is nothing, anyway.

You're going to fuck your best friend's sister? I wouldn't do that. But if you're going to, just do it back. Make it a game of chicken. If it gets too much for her, she'll let you know.

Why?

It's not a bad idea, just make sure you're settled into a career where you can get away with it first. Then again, all my ideas are absurdist, anyway. I'm totally getting a comic book sleeve, no thug would get that.

They have Mel's Drive In in California. It's good, but too expensive and is another place without free refills, which I hate.

I've actually thought about this a lot, because I want some too, although it limits where you can work, so I'll have to be a big star first. My favorite uses the thumbs as well: nocareever. It's my motto. Although then it looks like No Car. EEVER! Like I have a vehement hatred of driving. Steve-O has Fuck and Shit, that's a pretty good one. Playing off of the traditional Love and Hate, I was thinking of Hate and then Hate again. Others: "Rock Hard" "More Gore" "Slam Dunk" "Fuck Bush" "Scum Fuck" "Sick Fuck" "OMG! WTF?" "Deez Nuts" "Porn Star" "Hell Fire" "Duke Boys" "Grey Hulk" "Darkness" "Foot Clan" "Rock Roll" "Awesome!" "Dead Sexy"

Combining two scenes, there. The kid who spray paints him is when he turns off the fire hydrant the kids were playing in. Also, they weren't trashing the store for no reason, they were robbing it at the behest of their coach (who was read the miranda rights after being shot in the head). I'm not sure if it was a gimmick or they were supposed to be an actual baseball team.

Shit. Robocop is my second favorite movie, and I already have the barebones, the boxset and the out of print Criterion Collection, which is mostly the same as the box set version, except it's a different commentary. They're both good commentaries. Now I have to buy this. This is one movie I feel compelled to own in every version they release, the other being my first favorite movie, TCM.

You know, I could seriously jerk off to that picture if Leena's "That's a cute little nose." comment were showing under it? By itself, no. Lesbians disgust me, and I don't watch lesbian porn unless there's at least a 30 year age gap between them. What the fuck is that? That's some weird ass fetish I've never heard of. Messageboardophilia?

I'm going to point out that (I have looked it up) the Ken Foree character is named "Big Joe Grizzley" with the extra E in there so it's not like the bear. Which makes it even better, because that implies that it is his real name. Man, I'm naming my second son that. Slayer, Pagan, and Joe Grizzley McLaughlin.

So VX, since you do believe in spooks, what do you do when you see them?

So I saw it for a second time. It wasn't a matter of just having nothing to do, either, I actively wanted to see it again. I called up my friends and said "Hey, I'm seeing Halloween again tonight. You can come if you want, but I'm going either way, by myself is fine. Just letting you know." One guy actually did come watch it with me again, too. We riffed the hell out of it, like always, but it was much easier when you know what's coming. Line of the night this time: Laurie Strode: "Was that the boogey man?" Me: "Shut up you idiot." Got a laugh out of the this time much less crowded theater. "I'm Joe Grizzley, bitch!" is totally the line of the movie, and the line of the year. It's become something of a running gag with me, and I have demanded that people refer to me as Big Joe Grizzley. In fact, "I'm Joe Grizzley, bitch!" is my myspace display name. Close second is William Forsythe saying "That is some deep ass serious faggoty ass shit." Very quotable movie.

Fuck you, you know exactly what I mean, you disgusting piece of goat blowing shit.

This is partially to do with Halloween 2007, but I'm going to mostly talk about other slashers, so it's better in here. I think I'm beginning to see one of the discrepancies between the "loved it" and "hated it" group. You either want to see movie slashers humanized or not. Personally, I always thought "The Shape? That guy butchered his sister when he was a kid. That's not a shape, or unflinching evil, that's someone with deep psychological issues. Let's talk about that." Jason Voorhees makes a lot of sense, too, especially when you consider all 11 movies. Ok, so people picked on him at camp because he was retarded and deformed, and the only one who gave a shit was his mother, so when he sees her get killed, he's just over the edge, kill forever. Pamela Voorhees makes sense too, what with the whole allowing her son to be killed. This is the series where "You fuck: you die." makes the most sense. The character who is most interesting is Tommy Jarvis. From the end of Friday the 13th 4, him becoming the new Jason is an interesting idea. That's where they wanted to go, but the audience shat on it, so they didn't. A remake shouldn't happen, but when it does, they should focus on Tommy Jarvis. Freddy was the bastard son of a hundred maniacs, so that's a good story. Leatherface is the best, because he is basically just this psychotic Baby Huey. Like, him in the original movie, his motivation is basically "Why are these people here? Why are these strangers I don't understand in my world, and what are they doing?" He's pretty much scared. He kills because he honestly doesn't know any better. That's one of the things that sucked about the remake, they gave him motivation. Michael Myers always had that, but Leatherface didn't. That's just who he is, it's all he's ever known. If you want a genuine, unflinching psychopath who is crazy for no reason except that it's fun and he can't stop himself, that's Patrick Bateman. He is pure evil. Hannibal Lecter is sort of like that too, if you ignore all the crap Thomas Harris put out to make money. Bateman is obviously sicker than Lecter, though. Watch the movie Fun sometime. It's about two teenage girls, and they are one of each. It was a good five years before Columbine, but echoes it quite a lot. Eric Harris was a psychotic madman (madkid?), and the other guy just sort of tagged along. I don't think pure, remorseless evil for no reason exists in real life. Dig deep enough, there's always a reason.

I just took some sleeping pills. I have a very hard time sleeping, because I wake up a million times a night from crazy nightmares, and other things. I went out to buy beer, and apparently you can't in the middle of the night, so I leveled with the guy about why I wanted it, and he said "Well... we have sleeping pills." So I said I'd try them. It was all very telling, because I just took a couple of sleeping pills, and I started to worry about becoming addicted to them. I took so many drugs I can't put any substance into me without thinking that. Also, that may be why I drink more than I should... just to sleep. We'll see how this works.

Motherfuck a god damned In N Out. If you want to wait in a drive thru for 20 minutes, go there. I mean, they're good burgers, but they're just burgers. I'll go there if I'm with friends, because we actually just want to sit around and bullshit all night, but it's not a cult, it's a hamburger joint. There's another one here like that called Val's Burgers, it's actually right up the street from my house. There's nothing wrong with it, but I wasn't impressed. Still, don't even try unless you have an hour and a half to kill. That's a sit down place, and once the waitress was so harried she outright forgot to bring our fries. I understood her plight, but no tip? Bitch please. Dine and dash. I do that somewhat regularly. Basically, in lieu of not leaving a tip, I'll just leave without paying. Give me good service or your ass goes down.