PUT THAT DICK IN MY MOUTH!

Deltron 3030 is like the ultimate "hip hop for people who don't like hip hop" album.

I better hop on the French New Wave train before all the good shit's gone. Pierrot le fou My favorite Godard film and the last really "fun" thing he ever did. The movie's all over the place, gleefully hopping from genre to genre and idea to idea. It's at once a "lovers-on-the-run" story, a gangster movie, an existentialist romance, a comedy, and a deconstruction of cinematic form. It may be a total self-indulgent mess, but it's probably the sprightliest, most entertaining self-indulgent mess in cinema. Also, Anna Karina and Jean-Paul Belmondo are pretty much the best movie couple ever.

Fleet Foxes suck for reals. Lame ass unwashed bearded dudes playing derivative "rural" indie rock. Fuck that shit.

That's kinda the whole point. The movie's really about "going somewhere" or "doing something" but is instead trying capture a certain feeling of aimless post-War youthful ennui. Early Godard is all about atmosphere and shit like that. And I can't really grasp the sort of mindset that allows a person to enjoy something as confrontational and purposefully obtuse as Week End while hating the comparatively "pleasurable" likes of Bande à Part and Alphaville.

Annie Hall I can't really put into words why I love this movie so much, which is largely why it's taken me so long to get this posted. I mean, I could just recite the thing's Monster.com profile ("Best romantic comedy ever!" "Woody Allen's masterpiece!" "Seriously funny and insightful and moving all at once!" etc) but that seems kinda hollow and empty for a movie that means so much to me on a personal level. So instead I'll just say that Diane Keaton melts my ice-cold heart like no other and leave it at that.

Remember when ICP revealed that God was the ultimate inspiration behind their whole act? That was pretty hilarious.

In highschool, I was not very popular. You could even say I was sort of an "outcast," heh. But I liked it that way. I wasn't into the stuff that my mindless peers were (ie "getting hammered," etc. I see no enjoyment to be found in drinking cheap beer until you black out--obliterating myriads of brain cells in the process, no doubt (though it's not like most of the kids in my hs reall used their braincells in the first place lol). Instead I was more interested in more "intellectual" pursuits--reading avant-garde philosophy, listening to classical and experimental music, watching foreign cinema, stuff like that. My weekends weren't spent going out and getting "trashed" and fucking disease-infested skank but instead sitting home alone in quiet contemplation, and if I had the chance to go back in time I wouldn't change a singular thing. People called me a "loser" and a "freak" but I knew the real truth: it was they who were the losers, wasting thier lives in such pointless manners. Why, I bet most of them didn't even know who Nietzsche was! Hahaha can you imagine? Fucking plebians. I'll show them, though. One day, I will be a respected public intellectual, called upon to comment upon all the most pressing issues of the day while they will probably be stuck working at used car dealerships and going home to their former "hottie" wife who is now fat and their five ungreatful, whiny crotchspawns. Who will laughing then?

My best friend grew up to make this

I kinda do too, in a "hahaha oh my god the world is a horrible place" kinda way/

Luke Walton is basically completely useless.

I'd totally rock a keffiyeh if I wasn't certain that all my unhip friends would call me a faggot if I did

Che Guevara shirts mean little more than "I, the wearer, am stupid as hell and totally oblivious to irony." Really, reading any sort of pernicious motives into contemporary fashion is pretty dumb because contemporary fashion people are, on the whole, totally self-absorbed and utterly ignorant when it comes to world events. Most people who wear keffiyehs wear them because they think they make them look cool and transgressive, not because they support Noble Palestine's struggle against the Imperialist Apartheid of Israel.

Not just "hatin'" but also for murdering them by convincing pregnant 14 year-old girls to commit suicide by blowing themselves up in pizza parlors. Actually keffiyehs are for protecting the wearer's head from bright sunlight and also for keeping sand out of his/her mouth/eyes. A little known fact is that they are sometimes ever worn by American soldiers stationed in Middle Eastern countries!

Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb The finest work of satire since Swift. The screenplay has quotables out the ass and the direction is totally on-point and top notch all the way through, but it's the two unbelievably great comedic performances turned in by Peter Sellers and George C. Scott (with an assist from a supposedly not-in-on-the-joke Slim Pickens) that really put it over the top.

People are lying to you.

I don't know how you can say this and at the same time say that Cam'ron is "fucking trash." In terms of pure flow/word-play Cam's best stuff absolutely slays just about everything Wayne's ever done. Also, Purple Haze is everything that Tha Carter III desperately wants to be (and I say this as someone who likes Wayne)

There's a lot of adjectives you can throw at Wayne but "consistent" really isn't one of them. The guy has absolutely no concept of self-editing and just releases every half-assed "freestyle" he comes up with while high off his ass on cough syrup, resulting in a pretty low wheat/chaff ratio.

I like Wayne just as much as the next Pitchfork-reading faggot, but calling him the "best rapper alive" is really kind of a huge stretch. Off the top of my head, I'd put Andre 3000, Pusha T, Ghostface and Jay-Z ahead of him. Maybe Kanye, T.I. and Lupe, too. And that's just dudes who are currently "relevant"--guys like Mos Def and Eminem and Nas and Cam'ron are still very much "alive" and still (maybe) capable of making music that leaves Wayne's best in the dust.

La Dolce Vita Probably a stretch here but whatever. Endlessly fascinating and deeply moving, this is Fellini's masterpiece--the one film where he managed to strike a perfect balance between emotional engagement and gorgeous visuals. The thing's three hours long and I don't think there's a single scene that I'd cut or even trim down in any way. Absolutely sublime.

This (or at least the version of it that leaked to the net this weekend. who knows if the retail version will look anything like this) is pretty fantastic. I was worried that it was going to be a huge let down because I wasn't really feeling any of the post-Drought 3 mixtape stuff and I was pretty much ready to accept the fact that Wayne had fallen off and become a promethazine casualty and would never deliver an album that could live up to the hype. I was wrong, thankfully. The best part is that he hasn't really toned down the drugged out space cadet side of his persona--there's a few obv. concessions to pop radio ("Comfortable," "Lollipop") but there's also shit on here that's more free-form and out there than anything this side of a Kool Keith record ("A Milli,""Phone Home"). Also, he closes the album with a seven minute rambling monologue that ends with him totally calling out Al Sharpton.

Oh yeah like I'm really going to take some one-legged bitch's nutrition advice seriously. :rolleyes;

Lily Allen is super trashy and kind of annoying why would you ever want to marry her. I mean, I wouldn't mind fucking her but no way I'd want to spend the rest of my life with that bird.

video proof that dogs are sweeter than cats

Boogie Nights Prob. my all time favorite movie. It's one of the only films I've ever seen that doesn't really have a single real weakness. The acting, directing, writing and cinematography are all ridiculously top-notch and the soundtrack is one of the best in modern cinema. Also, Heather Graham gets naked in it. Basically a perfect movie.