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Thursday, May 26, 2005


"Love......is a many splintered thing..."
- The Sisters of Mercy

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wyep and i'm officially taking over the midnight to 4:00 spot every other Thursday. so if anyone is up that late, you can listen anywhere in the country by clicking on that link. the website has streaming audio. you can request songs and i'll playing anything except Prince...because i probably already played it! this kicks ass. even the smallest creative outlet improves other factors of my life. maybe one day i too can have a job i like enough to have toys on my desk.

so i'm watching "Narc" today and i noticed the funniest line. the two main characters are pulling a good cop/bad cop on their lowlife suspects and Ray Liotta grabs the black dreadlocked one and says something like "c'mon Coolio." now that wouldn't have been nearly as funny except the dude playing the criminal was Busta Rhymes! so he's like saying this character looks like a rapper...but he got the wrong one! i mean, what if he would have said "hey Coolio!" and it REALLY WAS COOLIO!!! it almost was. am i the only one that thinks this was a strange line to be saying at that moment?

also watched "The Arrival." which is an average movie with a funny manic Charlie Sheen running around tracking aliens disguised as Mexicans. which of course makes them "illegal aliens!" that reminds me, anyone remember the story of the "Wow Signal?" it was at some Ohio State U radio telescope SETI thing where they were listening for radio signals from aliens and one night they got this signal and they printed it out and some technician wrote "Wow!" on the paper. so when they talk about this mysterious signal they still call it the "Wow Signal." funny huh? so what would have happened if the guy wrote "Holy Shit Balls!" instead?

do people that raise pit bulls think they're DMX? when i see some dude raising pit bulls i'm imagine them with a little pink dog in their purse. because it's really just a accessory when you think about it. that's right tough guys, when you buy a "tough" dog you're really carrying a purse. pussies.

check it out, this copy of "The Arrival" comes with the straight to video sequel "The Arrival 2." that's pretty funny that the dvd suppliment is the shitty sequel. it's like they're acknowledging that the sequel was as important as a theatrical trailer. they should do that with "Smokey and the Bandit" cause if you think about it, that movie wasn't that bad. too bad it was the first of like nine sequels and, instead of racing against time to haul beer, they ended up hauling elephants, then fireworks, then urinal cakes.


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