symmetry, somewhat: the queso matrix

I swear, I promise!

Once upon a time I had an original thought. If anybody wants to look for it....it's somewhere between the first shot of whiskey and the last shot of queso. Literally. A few hours ago I took a shot of whiskey, right now I'm searching for a thought that will explain everything, and in a few moments I'm going to slam a tortilla in some cheese. Somewhere along the line I've had a thought that meant something. I could go on, but I'm choosing not to because I don't want people to feel uncomfortable.

I cheese! I queso!

Symmetry. Somewhat.

I fought The Law (and The Law was a hemophiliac)

A bunch of us got together to shoot "interviews" for the documentary about the Potato Genocide of 1981. It was a good time. It'll take me a while to put the piece together, mostly because there's still a lot left to shoot. Still, I'm gonna slap together a few random clips, call it a teaser trailer, and post it here later today. Hopefully.

Anywho, on one of the tapes was footage from about three years ago. It was part of a larger movie titled The Bad Death of Sheriff Dusty Pickle. If you feel like pointing out that you can see the hose, kindly note that was part of the joke. There was a another scene where Jason's Russian character was beaten to death with a baseball bat. Good times, good times.

Oh, and we also used brown and yellow colored paints to make Sheriff Dusty Pickle get shit and pissed on after he was dead.

Yup. Our crew rolls classy and don't you forget it.

potatoes and ethnic cleansing

I saw a terrific movie Wednesday. It was about the potato genocide of 1914. I forget the name of it, but it was terrific. It's a documentary. Sorta like a History Channel doc, it's part interviews with persons and potato products who were alive during the genocide and part dramatic recreations. The filmmaking style - oh, how do I put this? - is sorta mashed up.

I hear laughter. Why is that? There's nothing funny about potatoes being summarily executed and tossed into shallow graves....I tell ya, those hash-and-burn tactics of the perpetrators of this heinous crime (the Swedes, of course! Fucking fascists) are quite...nevermind. A side note: someone I know asked me not to mention her by name (so I won't) but she laughed out loud during one scene that saw a herd of taters being gunned down as they fled across an open field. That girl has no class, I say! No class!

(Yes. They come in herds.)

I'm hoping it wins the coveted potato and ethnic cleansing category at Cannes. Every year that category churns out winners, but you butter believe this one will have everyone in the house frying their eyes out. And you know, even though the movie has it's sad moments, it really is sweet in spots. No seriously. Don't be a tater -- go see this movie!

After this blog I have but two questions.

One, who wants to fill a Mr. Potato Head with fake blood and then shoot it? And two, where is my fucking Pulitzer Prize for Literature?

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From last night's happy hour...

Waiting for food.



I'm fucking adorable sometimes.



I was trying for sexy and failed miserably.



Drinking girly drinks for cheap laughs is amusing to me.

it's like two dicks...er, blogs...in one!!

Ya know what's funny? I've liked the Brewers since I was a kid. For the longest time I was "Straight Edge" (Shut up, Heather) and the Brewers sucked. Two years ago I "broke my edge" and the Brewers are good. Point being? If you are Straight Edge you are a loser.

Unfortunately it takes me being a drinker to make the Brewers a pretty good team. Which means it would take me being a coke addict to get them to the World Series. So the question is...who's gonna hook me and the Brew Crew up with some magic so I can fly to Milwaukee and see a World Series game?

I'll have to overdose to see them win the Series...FUCK!

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I went to Milwaukee Friday and saw a Brewers game. If you think I'm gonna waste my time talking about how great it was you can all just hold your breath until you die. Why? Because. That's why.

Thursday night I was watching TV and saw a commercial for some new joint pain medicine. The ad went through the usual spiel about not taking it with other medications, but this one caught my attention because it noted that you should not take it if you have HIV. Now, I'm no doctor and I'm sure as shit not Freddie Mercury, and maybe I'm just ignorant, but...if you have HIV are you really worried about joint pain?

The Brewers game was awesome. The batteries in my camera died in the top half of the first inning. It was a long shot but I asked a vendor if anyone in the park sold AA batteries. Most people would simply say, "Aw, sorry. No." But this guy -- this fucking nerdlinger -- says, "Ohhh, no! If we sold batteries they'd end up all over the field."

News flash: I can be a total dick sometimes. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes a nerve is struck and I just turn into a bit of a dick. So he says this -- ALL OVER THE FIELD!! Really? REALLY?! And so I sez...

"That doesn't make any sense." A beat. I let this settle in. "If people were gonna throw batteries on the field. They'd be dead batteries. Like the ones in my camera."

Okay, so I could have been a much bigger dick. I swear I wouldn't have been so shitty if Miller Park wasn't selling plain ol' t-shirts for forty bucks a pop. All I wanted was a shirt with this logo on it:



Hey, you wanna know how fucking cool that logo is? To find an image you just have to search for ball and glove logo. I'm not gonna get all baseball nerdy but FUCK! That logo rules. More people wore shirts with that logo than the new logo. The Brew Crew should go old school...

I'm a nerd. I love it.

who do i have to fuck?

My mattress is now a U-shape. The past three mornings I've gotten up and felt the pain from my neck all the way down to the base of my spine. Today I woke up with the extra surprise of my knee throbbing for some unknown god damned reason.

Hey! Since your mom knows so much about so many different mattresses you think she could help me pick one out? I mean, I know she doesn't really sleep on them but I figure who else would better know which mattress has the best spring? How is your mom, by the way? Last time I talked to her she had a penis in her mouth (not mine) and another lady's mouth on her hoo-hoo (that's a vagina, ma'am). All three of them were making funny noises.

No seriously. I need a new mattress. Who do I have to fuck to get one?

I'm off to work. Get your minds out of the gutter.

a little treat before work

Technically it's 9:03 am and I could be fired for fucking around on the job, but I think it is far more important to share the red-band trailer for Tropic Thunder with everyone. Enjoy!!

I want a Flintstones orange push-up pop! NOW!

"if they move...kill em."

An announcement!
Now pay attention, ya cocksuckers!!

Andy Craven (aka The Slayer of Telephone Poles) and I have a new project! It's relatively exciting. No, no...don't worry. We're gonna finish this one. Promise.

It's called The Deposed Kings of New Mexico. I'm describing it as a noir-western-action with a liberal dose of historical/political commentary. The plot, which I won't divulge right now, is purposefully pulpy and...out there. Think Peckinpah's The Wild Bunch having it's way with the noir of John Huston, then watch them both get reamed in the ass by Kihachi Okamoto's Sword of Doom.

Nazi fuckheads. Cowboys. Knife fights. Indians that aren't portrayed as godless savages. Gun fights. Explosions. Godless Christian mercenaries.* Kidnappings. Maybe a samurai, maybe ten. More explosions. A man named Alexander Hamilton who takes pleasure in fucking shit up.

That's about it. So far. Sure, it sounds sorta...crazy? But this is the first time in a while I've been really into getting a new project off the ground -- and not running old ones into the ground.

The beer at DuClaw sucks. I know this now.

Thank you baby Jesus.

*Christian mercenaries do exist.

how much squirt is gonna come with the flirt?

Last night I jerked off.

I think. (I think?)

Now I'll tell ya folks, the thought of jerking off and not knowing whether or not I actually jerked off scares me. Why? Because...

DUDE!! I need to know how much squirt is gonna come with the flirt! I need to know if a mega-blast is gonna come or if I'm gonna be greeted with the tell-tale drip, drip, drip of a lonely man.

Heaven help me if I think I jerked off before passing out one night, only to wake the next morning with a monster erection that needs to be captured, sedated and caged. Sweet Jesus help me if the Gates of Hades open up, only to be greeted by Sisyphus' favorite boulder hurtling at a hundred miles per hour right outta my dick.

I know, I know -- I know Sisyphus' boulder wouldn't be coming out of Hades. But just follow me here: The boulder, of course, represents the mighty river of splooge that has been released from the mighty bottle that is my Irish dick. And you guessed it -- the Gates of Hades is my pee hole. That makes the actual head Hades itself. Therefore, my balls are Romulus and Remus and Zeus is my butt.

And Athena is my poop.

What a mess that would be. What a fucking mess!!

butt seriously

But seriously, folks. I'll tell you the truth...

Reasons I won't kill myself before the end of the year:

To start, you're stuck with me for at least a few more days, cuz this sumbitch drops next Tuesday...BOOM!



And then...THEN!!

Step Brothers and X-Files
My penis feels funny.

Transsiberian -- Aug 1 (NY)
New Brad Anderson flick. Anderson is one of the parties responsible for Session 9 and The Machinist, so this should be excellent.

Pineapple Express -- Aug 8
This looks awesome. And I'm not even a pot smoker.

Tropic Thunder -- Aug 15
This will be one more reason Jason has to start liking Robert Downey Jr. Take that, Nagy!

Hamlet 2 -- Aug 22 (limited)
This one might suck. But it's liable to piss off a lot of easily offended Christians and that's always good for a laugh.

Burn After Reading -- September 12
Dude. It's the effing Coen brothers. Give me a reason this isn't going to kick ass and I'll give a blowjob to a dead horse.

Righteous Kill
This is probably gonna suck, but fuck it -- DeNiro and Pacino together for two hours? I'm there.

Ghost Town
I heart Ricky Gervais.

Choke
How many years have I been saying Sam Rockwell is amazing and, quite honestly, a looker?

What Just Happened (LA/NY)
Based on Art Linson's autobiography. This clip is the only one I've been, and apparently this episode is based on an actual event involving Alec Baldwin. Killer. Bruce Willis is great.

Religulous
Bill Maher's documentary about various world religions. I happen to like Maher. I like his show. I think he's got the kind of mind this country needs to move in the right direction.

How To Lose Friends and Alienate People -- Oct 3
Simon Pegg! 'Nuff said.

Zack and Miri Make a Porno -- Oct 31
It got an NC-17 rating its first time going past the MPAA, which means it will be eight trillion (literally! yes!) times better than Clerks 2. That's saying something.

Rocknrolla -- Oct 31
Maybe Guy Ritchie will stop sucking now.

Quantum of Solace -- Nov 7
Daniel Craig is the best James Bond ever. Everyone owes me ten bucks for not believing me.

The Road -- Nov 26
This should be way better than No Country For Old Men simply because The Road was a better novel. I heard they're turning McCarthy's Blood Meridian into a film as well, so that should blow both No Country and The Road away.

The Day the Earth Stood Still -- Dec 12
I know, I know. Keanu Reeves stinks. I was skeptical as well. Then I saw the trailer and this has some promise.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button -- Dec 19
David Fincher adapting F. Scott Fitzgerald!? Wonderful. Fight Club is BY FAR his worst film and that kicked ass. This one might just be his best yet.

That doesn't include the handful of "indie" flicks that pop up on occasion or the neverending Netflix queue. So suck it, death! Suck it! And every year the list replenishes itself. Understand? Good.

smiley face. jesus face. rape face.

Dear Jesus,

So let me get this straight:

I keep getting fucked, correct? It's a constant, correct? Over and over -- fucked, correct? Various means, correct? Various motivations, correct? And I'm supposed to accept getting fucked, correct? Over and over again, correct? Until I die, correct?

"You know, medication helps. Medication assists the victims' psychological healing in the unfortunate occurrence of an unabashed ass raping. Did you know that?"

I say that in jest. Because -- you know (PEOPLE!!) that medication does not aid in the prevention of rape. Did you -- did you know that? No. You did not. Because you're a fucking moron. And if you think "God" is gonna help anything...well...MEH!! I tried that once...and guess who raped me? Yup. Thanks Jesus! Smiley face. Jesus face. Rape face.

Hello, everyone. I am going to get in a "car accident" when I turn thirty years of age. watch out for the blood lolz!!!!!!


I said lolz

LOLZ!!!!

bears, gummied and other political essays

Today I ate about two pounds of gummy bear (that is, many teency gummy bears and one giant gummy bear), two meals at Chik-Fil-A, a handful of caramel treats and a single box of Nerds. Needless to say, I have a tummy ache.

Giant gummy bears aside, today work gave me the rare blessing of a (somewhat) funny story. Now, when I hear about people saying or doing outrageously stupid things I'm usually skeptical. Under the guise of playing Devil's Advocate (yes, like Homer Simpson) I'll usually say, "Oh, they probably just had a brain cramp!" Thus, I procure more information on how and why said stupid person did such a stupid thing. But today? Today I couldn't even do that.

The receptionist ordered two pizzas from Ledo's. When they arrived she called numerous people, inquiring about a most curious mystery: Who ordered two pizzas from Ledo's?

Long story short, she finally realized she ordered the pizzas! Thanks, Scoob!

But -- BUT!! Where did she store the leftovers? There was no room in the fridge and you don't want to leave it out in the kitchen, leaving it to be ravaged by hungry secretaries in post-lunch feeding frenzies. And plus you need it to stay hot. Hot. So naturally the best place to keep a pizza hit is?

Her car.

Yes, her car.

No child left behind, assholes.

insert one of many quotable Joker lines here:

Since I'm the resident movie nerd in my group of friends and people clamor for it (for my movie review AND my cock), here's the best Dark Knight review I could muster. I tried to lay off all the nerdy film terms. Promise.

As is typical of my longer entries, I'm sure it's riddled with typographical errors. I apologize. Now shut up.

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I can't do a review of The Dark Knight. I truly can't. I had such high expectations. Unreasonably high expectations, to be honest. The Dark Knight surpassed them. Ya know, whatever -- I'm a huge Batman nerd and I'm a huge movie nerd. Combine the two things and you've got magic. I was going to apologize if this post got too nerdy, but you know what? Shut up.

Heath Ledger was fucking amazing. It would require another post entirely to explain why I think a posthumous Best Supporting Oscar wouldn't merely be an empty gesture, so I won't go into that. I found this post on WWTDD.com and I think it sums things up quite nicely.

And not to trivialize Ledger's life -- lord knows there are more important things in life than movies, including the fact that his death brought much needed attention to the issues of depression and anxiety -- not to trivialize his life, but it sucks that we won't get any more of Heath Ledger as the Joker. Fact is, I can't see Ledger in the Joker. There are times when I see aspects of Bale's Patrick Bateman (American Psycho) in Bruce Wayne and I knew the entire time that Aaron Eckhardt was playing Harvey Dent. Only Gary Oldman comes close to so successfully immersing himself in character that I could sometimes forget he was just playing a character.

The film clearly sets up the prospect of more Joker; The Dark Knight was clearly the set-up piece for a bigger, better, badder battle between the Joker and Batman. Anyone who knows about storytelling understands the set-up and the payoff. Typically the set-up is, simply, something to go unnoticed. The payoff is what matters. What Christopher and Jonathan Nolan and David Goyer have done ( with respect to Frank Miller, Alan Moore, Jeph Loeb and others) is used one entire film as a set-up. There is no true payoff in this film for most characters, and that's a beautiful thing. The payoff would have been a third film that would have surely made The Dark Knight look like Batman Forever in comparison. As a would-be writer I find it incredible that nearly three hours is spent on a set-up -- and it remains exciting the whole way through. I can only imagine what a third film with Ledger would have been.

Of course, there's Aaron Eckhardt, Christian Bale, Michael Caine and Gary Oldman, too. All terrific. And lets not forget the quick cameo of Cillian Murphy. If you blink you'll miss him, but it's a great detail.

There's the cinematography of Wally Pfister -- I can't wait to see this at IMAX to see his DP prowess in all its noir-y glory!! Pfister moves from gloomy Gotham nighttime exteriors to bright daytime sequences and it's all quite stunning. I'm thinking of the Joker's first scene as a prime example of the former and the hospital sequence as an example of the latter. Pfister doesn't go overboard with the darks in his palette. He allows the sun to shine when need be. After all, daylight can make even the dirtiest of cites look shiny. It's remarkably easy to wind up with a schizophrenic picture in terms of the photography, but Pfister does just fine here.

Massive props (har har) to the production design team, set designers and location scouts as well. I am again thinking of the jail house sequence, but also the Joker's first scene with Gotham's best criminals and the chase sequence in the second act. Again, it's easy to create an uneven palette in terms of a cityscape, but these teams did an incredible job culling together bits and pieces of Chicago to create Gotham.

And so, we come back my my insanely high expectations. Exceeded. Totally. I have a nerd boner. And it won't go away. Can someone please suck me off? You have to be wearing a Joker outfit to make this work.

Unfortunately, Toby Keith's new movie comes out in a few weeks, which means The Dark Knight will them recede from the public consciousness and fade into the void inhabited by such films as Killer Klowns From Outer Space, Howard the Duck, Scarecrow Slayer and From Justin To Kelly.

Toby Keith. Now that dude knows how to write a hit, don't he?! Yee haw!

fucking myself

If I don't start writing on this stupid blog more I'm gonna force myself to stick my dick in a blender.

That blender won't be on, of course. I mean...well, that's just dangerous. I had an Uncle who fell for the ol' dick-in-the-blender gag. Ever since then I've steered clear of blenders. That's why my milkshakes are hand -- whoa! Idea.

I'm gonna start a milkshake company and our motto is gonna be "We hand stir our milkshakes, because we don't wanna get our dicks caught in the blender!"

CUT TO: A smiling old man handing a milkshake to his wife. Aww.

It's too hot. I'm not wearing pants because it's so hot. I'll be honest: me talking about not wearing pants is making me horny. And I sorta want to fuck myself right now.

pee keys: a couplet

Today I washed pee off a set of keys
and I did it with a disturbing amount of glee.

Now that's a couplet! Fuck you, Billy Shakespeare!!

not my president

I want this on a t-shirt....right now!!

That's the best I could do with my limited artistic ability. But I still want a shirt made of it. It'll go well with my "L. FRANK BAUM IS A RACIST COCKSUCKER" SHIRT.

"It will be my sincere and constant desire to observe toward the Indian tribes within our limits a just and liberal policy, and to give that humane and considerate attention to their rights and their wants which is consistent with the habits of our Government and the feelings of our people." -- Andrew Jackson, March 4, 1829

"After a harassing warfare, prolonged by the nature of the country and by the difficulty of procuring subsistence, the Indians were entirely defeated, and the disaffected band dispersed or destroyed. The result has been creditable to the troops engaged in the service. Severe as is the lesson to the Indians, it was rendered necessary by their unprovoked aggressions, and it is to be hoped that its impression will be permanent and salutary." -- Andrew Jackson, December 4, 1832

Andrew Jackson. What a dick.