Sunday, May 31, 2009

And Another Thing...



In the sad, painful years since Dave Chappelle took his comedic genius away from us loving fans, we have been trying to cope with the withdrawals as best we can, but without the methadone of re-runs I've seen many people almost relapse with one hand on a tourniquet and the other on a Dane Cook CD. It's fucking sad, really.

Finally, we can stop misquoting lines from Tyrone Biggums, we can stop crying ourselves to sleep after looking to Comedy Central for help; Chappelle Show reruns are on TV!

Oddly enough, its those trendy reality whores at MTV who are showing them, but like any true addict we Chappelle fans don't care who's dick we have to suck to get our fix.

The C Video

This is a skate video I filmed with my friends. It's from 2006 and took a couple years to film. This is a pretty big chunk of my life on film, and I thought I'd share it with MZ. Featured in the video is Drew Lowey, Matt Martin, Luke Senerchia, Mike Martin, John Martin, Frankie Nash, Drew Wallace, Aaron Lowey and Andy Sermos.

The C Video from mattmartin730 on Vimeo.

Ain't This Some Shit

Here are some of the tough issues I've been struggling with lately...

1. A great reason to expatriate and never tell anyone that you're from America:


2. I haven't seen Sudden Death in forever, but I think I want this to be the way I'll always remember JCVD:


3. I like to have sex in semi-public settings, as I'm sure we all do, but some people's inner freak should be kept in check:

high school reunions

at your high school reunion be sure NOT to do any of the following:

start the night at the open bar with tequila, vodka cran, and jagerbombs, get a round of shots-for the whole graduating class, functionally blackout 20 minutes into the event, throw napkins, unbutton your shirt (for the whole night), attempt to have rational conversation, fistpump the roof off without any music, sexually harass every girl you see-whether or not you spoke to them in high school, hitchhike a ride from DMX's twin brother to the afterparty in a 2002 pontiac vibe at 2am, harass everyone entering the afterparty, get kicked out of the afterparty before you get in, brawl with the bouncers at the afterparty, let your friend go back to the door and talk shit to a 250lb man who felt it necessary to deliver an ocular cavity-breaking haymaker to said shit-talker (we love you cinnamon), lose your ride home, take a taxi home, not pay attention to where the 'caxi tab' driver is going, end up half way to New Hampshire, take off running from the cab and its $200 fee, or assume that the multiple calls and messages you left on the bar's voicemail- indicating you were a lawyer who will be investigating 'incident outside your establishment"-will not come back to haunt you.

at least i made my point to the class of 2003. matthew simonetti was here.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Things I Hate

In no particular order:

1. Country music
I only like the songs that everyone sings together in drunk bonding moments. Otherwise, it’s pretty much all the same twangy rip-roaring bullshit about pickup trucks and trashy girls and many other classic you-might-be-a-redneck-if-
you-recognize-this references. I like a little more variety. And brain power.
Sidenote: Keith Urban? Australian. Taylor Swift? From Pennsylvania. WTF?

2. Sarah Jessica Parker/Sex and the City
How did one of the ugliest mugs in the business become New York’s (and every Sex and the City fan’s) ultimate fashion icon? No, but seriously, face aside, who above the age of seven wears a god damned tutu out of the house for anything aside from a dance recital? This show is just absolutely absurd. I don’t care about any of these women or their lives, except for maybe Samantha because I find her hilarious. This show is put on the air to make me and my peers jealous of people who aren’t even better than me but are living the dream. Fuck you Sarah Jessica Parker. I agree with Peter Griffin: “She looks like a foot.” (Note: I did love her in Hocus Pocus.)

3. Grey’s Anatomy
Meredith Grey is a whiney, lispy, self-destructive bitch that should do us all a favor and slit her wrists. And the Asian chick looks like she got hit in the face with a frying pan. Patrick Dempsey is the only reason I ever have, or ever will, allow myself to be forcibly handcuffed to a chair to watch Grey’s Anatomy.

4. Hipsters (“hippies” of the new era)
Look, you’re not better than everyone else just because you think it’s wrong to eat anything with eggs in it. Therefore, no one wants to hear you bitch and moan about politics (even when your pick got the vote, you pinko-commie bastards), your musings on Nietzsche and the progress you’ve made on the painting of him you’re doing with organic baby food, or your opinion on just about…everything. (Especially the politics thing. And the war. Please shut up, you know nothing about what’s going on over there.) You are glorified emos. Look! The hair, the nerdy glasses, the tight jeans…this has all become cool somehow? We used to make fun of kids for all of that nigh on three years ago (see: The Emo Song).
Also, quit it with the Che Guevara shirts. We don’t need to see a human billboard to know that you’re a Communist.

5. Che Guevara t-shirts
I hate them so much they get to be on the list twice. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone but waspy, over-privileged white kids wearing the face of one of the world’s most vicious dictators proudly on their chest as a shot to “the man.” Dude. The man never got you down. Do you even KNOW who Che was, or is it enough that you’re making some sort of “bold statement?” Please look up how many people he killed. Where are your tree-hugging, peace-mongering, peace-sign chucking, wishy-washy naïve ideals now, maan?

6. Mixed drinks
They don’t make sense. They typically don’t taste good, so there’s the first problem. And if you’re skipping taste to go straight for results, well they just don’t come along quickly enough unless you’re pounding Long Island Iced Teas. So why not just cut the shit and rip shots? Frankly, I’d rather have a beer.

7. Lady Gaga
Is she really a huge whore, or does she just like to dress like one? And sing about “taking a ride on your disco-stick” after she’s turned her shirt inside out and probably lost it in a game of poker. Sure, plenty of us have had sloppy nights, but just dancing never makes it okay.

8. Ugg boots and skirts
Stupid.

9. Angelina Jolie
She is not great because she has enough money to adopt one child from every starving country on the planet. She’s a dirty home wrecker, not to mention a psycho bitch. Does anyone remember Billy Bob’s blood in a vial around her neck?? The make out session with her brother??? I FEEL LIKE I’M TAKING CRAZY PILLS. Angelina Jolie is not a good person because she can help people. She just has enough money to do so and a good enough publicist to tell her to. Here’s my advice to her: try and remember that you have a biological child. With one of the hottest men ever. Maybe you should get your head out of Africa’s (and the movie industry’s) ass(es) and hang out with your family.

And, honestly. Did any of you see Wanted? A loom that tells assassins what to do. Are you kidding me.



"There's nothing more for us to say/I fucking hate you anyway" -Slayer, "Exile"


Friday, May 29, 2009

District 9



For the first time in a long time, I actually payed to see a movie in the theater instead of downloading it. In the 20 minutes of commercials and 10 new Disney/Pixar movie trailers, one trailer stood out from the rest, District 9. It started off with documentary style interviews of people talking about what you think is a new minority migrating into a part of the world for which they clearly do not belong. Like celebrities visiting 3rd world countries collecting babies for their own personal collection. The trailer then reveals that these new squatters are not human, but of alien origin. The last bit shows one of the extra terrestrials being interrogated by what seems to be the military. This is a new take on the alien invasion theme used by so many other movies. It actually shows the aliens as having emotion and a sense of humanity. The clip gave an insight on what it would realistically be like if aliens landed on an unwelcoming Earth. Forced into slavery while their technology is reverse-engineered for our personal use. All the while being imprisoned in impoverished and disgusting conditions resembling those of Slumdog Millionaire. Since they are not human, you can assume they would have no human rights as well. There are undertones of poverty and racial issues throughout the trailer, but I'm not smart enough to try and explain them any further.

Fastest Prick in the West



This dude is ridiculous. His name is Bob Munden, and he's an arrogant douche. Granted the guy is amazing with a six-shooter, he doesn't have the right to have an ego almost on par with Kanye West. But for all the shit I talk about the guy, I am very impressed with his speed. It takes a lot of practice and dedication to be that fast. If Massachusettes didn't have such mega strict gun laws, I would be inspired to go outside and practice my quick-draw until I blew off a finger, or until all the birds that live in the tree above my car were dead. He goes on to say that he holds all 18 world records in the sport of fast-draw. But some research led to the conclusion that he does not. Nor is there any source willing to verify any records of any kind. Not even the South Western Combat Pistol League can provide any factual history of competitions and record breaking shooting. The SWCPL seems to be the foremost authority on shooting balloons, which is what all their competitions are composed of. Too bad this guy wasn't born 200 years ago when real gun-slingers ruled the West. I'm sure he would have been legendary, but probably still a prick.

The Bro-Rape Guys Hit the Big Leagues

Out of all the low budget sketch comedy groups you find on YouTube, the Derrick Comedy team were always one of the best; although maybe they could have picked a better name...

If you don't remember them, let me remind you: there was their magnum opus Bro-Rape, then there was this one, oh yeah and this one too. They have plenty more, but those three will be enough for now.

According to Paste Magazine, their feature length movie, Mystery Team , just got picked up by Roadside Attractions and we'll all be seeing it on the big screen. The movie looks pretty promising. Also, I just found out that their most enthusiastic bro-rapist, Donald Glover, has been writing for 30 Rock and actually performed on the show. I have to say I'm really happy to see a bunch of funny dudes who started with YouTube and College Humor videos to be breaking into the industry. It's a beacon of hope to the rest of us who watch contemporary comedy and say: " I could do better". Maybe someday I'll get off my ass and start out the way they did, but for now I'll just watch Bro-Rape for the 100th time:

I wrote this yesterday, but didn't get the chance to post it. The moral of this story is that I hate unfit fuckface parents. Wear condoms.



This morning, as I tumbled out of bed and stumbled out of bedroom, I was greeted with a dozen talking heads lamenting the disappearance of a small child. Her name was Julia Rakoczy and she was 9 years old. Julia and her mother, Bonnie Sweeten, were rear-ended by two black men (of course) in mid-morning traffic and placed in the trunk of a Cadillac, according to a 911 call made by Ms. Sweeten.
Never mind the fact that anybody who spent more than 4 minutes plotting a kidnapping would think to confiscate the hostage’s cell-phone. I would imagine that’s the first thing you do. Never mind the fact that a fender-bender, like the one Ms. Sweeten described, would leave behind a mess of glass, metal and skid-marks that were nowhere to be found. Never mind the fact that a traffic accident occurring at an intersection in a wealthy Philadelphia suburb would be recorded on a number of security cameras.
Never mind the facts..... that’s what Bonnie Sweeten did. The dumb bitch created an incident that would legally require her daughter’s face to be plastered on every television screen in the country. With such publicity surrounding them, you’d think she would go underground. Maybe she would rent an RV under a fake name and hide out in Topeka or lay low in a roadside motel outside Biloxi. Wherever her next move took her, it would have to be to a place where they could be inconspicuous. Not a place full of police, people and cameras..... like Disney World. Definitely not Disney World.
But that’s where Bonnie Sweeten chose to disembark and, for that, I’m grateful. Now, a child is a little safer and a first-class jackass is staring prison in the face. I don’t care that she sent police on a wild-goose chase, not that police in the greater-Philadelphia area have nothing to do. I don’t care that she violated the sanctity of Disney World. Shit, that place is Club Med for pedophiles. Club Ped, if you will......
I do care, however, when a child’s welfare is put at risk by a fool’s logic. That bitch needs go away for awhile. A child should not have to go through life without her mother but something tells me she’s better off, in this case.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

How Did Cops Subdue Unarmed People Before They Had Tasers?

Here are five of my personal favorite police abuse stories involving tasers. Of course, YouTube videos like this almost go on forever and I'm sure there'll be plenty of new ones in the future. These five are a mix of some interesting ones I'd never seen and some all around classics that are always good for a revisiting. Maybe one day I'll even get my 15 minutes of taser fame! You know me, I'm a dreamer.











Wednesday, May 27, 2009

A Band We Can All Agree On...

I've been called a lot of things in my day...but one of the funniest is definitely "music nazi". Is it really my problem that I get up in people's faces when I catch them listening to the radio or to the same "party mix" from 4 years ago? That old classic "Party Like a Rockstar" or "I'm In Love With A Stripper" should have been put to bed a long time ago - a bed of fucking nails. I know that the real music-heads, even the ones that love mainstream club tracks, moved on when the time was right, but it seems like too many people only eat what they're fed; whatever MTV and the radio force down their welcoming gully holes. Me, on the other hand, I find that the meat tastes much better when I hunt it down and kill it with my own bare hands, which, of course, is a metaphor for google searching and downloading music torrents.

The point of all this ranting is that there is one band that me and almost all my friends can agree on. That's because this band satisfies all the needs of every middle-class, suburbanite stoner. They were there with us back in the day when bands like Deftones and Soulfly were the heaviest shit we could ever imagine, and this band was heavy back then too. But, when we all grew up and our musical tastes changed - some got heavier, some got lighter, some got weird - Dredg remained right there by our sides. As we all grew out of our Limp Bizkit phases and maybe stopped wearing those E-Town Concrete T-shirts, Dredg was right there to say: "Yea, we're bored with that shit too."

What's great about Dredg is that they're all skill and no gimmick: just a bunch of normal guys who have committed themselves to making the kind of music they like. Which is a culmination of the entire alternative rock evolution that I have witnessed along with them. They incorporate that great tremolo guitar sound heard from instrumental (post-)rock gods like Explosions In The Sky, Mono, and, of course, the local champs: IREPRESS. I think it was either Explo or Irepress that I heard it from first, but no matter how much new bands are over using it, I still fall for it every time. They traded their screaming/singing vocal style for straight singing around the same time their fans were reconsidering their stance on that very issue. Musically, I feel like I grew up with Dredg; they were right by my side during that awkward time in every boy's life when he realizes he'll never make new friends driving around bumping rap-rock.

They started out as some kind of heavier, yet more mature incarnation of Incubus(S.C.I.E.N.C.E.-era) way back in the day with their Orph EP, which my friends and I have only recently stumbled upon. I advise any other Dredg fans to look into it as well.

Then they got a little more experience and dropped Lietmotif, which was still heavy but it had obviously been given a lot of thought. This was about the time I think they committed to making nothing but epic albums, meant to be listened to front to back with lyrics that are deep yet accessible for anyone. They certainly aren't trying to impress anybody with intellectualism, they are some of the most modest musicians I've ever seen.

El Cielo is where they found their balance; that is a well thought out juxtaposition of heavy and melodic sections all buffed to a glossy shine by the singer's epic vocal style. But I must admit the sudden drop in heaviness scared me a little.

Catch Without Arms
impressed all the Dredg fans I knew when it came out, and it proved that they were going to stay with the formula they found in El Cielo. I was worried about the old boys; bands usually seem to get more and more mellow and then next thing you know you're dad wants a copy of the CD and they're getting air time on the easy listening channels. Nope, not Dredg; still too rugged for old people and still keeping it real.

Now they're dropping a new album on June 9th and I know everybody around here is excited about it. If you've been to some of the recent shows in Boston, then you saw some of their new songs and it looks like its going to be a great album. One thing did worry me though, at the Middle East, I noticed most of the kids at their show didn't know who they were. Instead they were there to see this band Torche, who I didn't know; but when I heard them I was pleasantly surprised, and I've since procured two of their albums. I want to make sure people who don't know about Dredg find out quick; they could very well satisfy a really large void in the music world. They can appease almost any musical taste; I hate to say it but they're almost mainstream status. Who cares though. They're about as far as a band can get from selling out, I'm confident that every song they put out is because they genuinely like it, not because it will sell. Seeing Dredg get the recognition they truly deserve is like watching the big brother I never had graduate from college, I'm happy for them and I hope they'll let me come party with them in the big leagues. So go out and buy the new record when it comes out...for now here's some live footage of my favorite new song: "Irelund".



Sidenote: Going through YouTube to find all those videos of bands has made me really miss the mid 90's and that whole phase of music. And goddammit I still love the Deftones.

Even video games hate America



Some anti-American Scottish hippies are making a video game called Rendition: Guantanamo Bay. Normally one would think this to be a Tetris-type game where instead of trying to fit blocks, L pieces, and the ever elusive straight piece, you stack up naked prisoners like a pyramid, just like in the real Guantanamo. Needless to say, I was sorely disappointed when I saw the game was from the prisoner's POV.

As you can tell from the trailer, the graphics look like they are from a high school 3D animation class, and the music makes this guy an automatic hero, even if it does copy, almost exactly, the theme from Requiem for a Dream. The story goes like this: the main character is arrested for being an alleged Al-Qaeda member and 3 years later he gets a mysterious message telling him that he has a son. So what's the logical thing to do? Have Big Bob pack you a cockmeat sandwich for the road and bust out of course! It's that easy. If I was him, I would have asked for a DNA test from Maury Povich before I went through the trouble of breaking out of Gitmo, but then again I'm a worrier.

Extreme Bullet Time



Screw Neo dodging a couple bullets on a rooftop in The Matrix. This is just ridiculous. Ridiculously awesome. It's crazy how we went from silent black and white movies to what we have here. This is called 'Carousel' and I guess it's trying to showcase a new super-widescreen film or something. I can't even begin to try and explain what type of cinematography was used to make this. But I do know that this was the coolest 2 minutes of my life... is that sad?

Hated: GG Allin & The Murder Junkies



"GG Allin is an entertainer with a message to a sick society. He makes us look at it for what we really are. The human is just another animal who is able to speak out freely, to express himself clearly. Make no mistake about it, behind what he does is a brain"
- John Wayne Gacy
Death Row
Maynard,IL

GG Allin, to put it lightly, was a sick fuck. He was about as close as a human being could get to Satan himself, and this is clear when John Wayne Gacy was defending him from his cell on death row. He was famous for beating up his fans and band members, taking shits and throwing it at the audience, rolling in broken glass, sticking things up his ass, and thrusting microphones into his clenched mouth and breaking his own teeth, all during performances.

On Demand has the film "Hated: GG Allin and the Murder Junkies" under the music section. The film is a sick look into GG's life of crime and controversy. It is not for the faint of heart, and has a little too much shit and blood to watch at one sitting. Here is the first 10 minutes of the film, hopefully enough to hook you in.

So Lonely.....


North Korea is testing us.

But that's all they can do..... test. Any person with a clear head knows that North Korea (Seriously?? You're not even all of Korea) cannot and will not fuck with us on the level of war. Obama is taking the best approach (the same he's taken with Iran), that of the high road. If we all decide to start measuring our dicks in terms of nukes, everyone will lose. That's how Reagan was able to end the Cold War. He convinced everybody he was crazy enough to whip it out.

Kim Jong-Il clearly wants to have a dick-measuring contest with Obama, but he's ill-advised. Come on, who do you think is gonna win that one..... the asian or the black guy?

In Less Than Surprising News....



OJ has asked for an appeal, declaring his trial to be "fundamentally unfair".

I agree with the Simpson defense. It's unfair for a guy who has only killed white people to be tried by an all-white jury.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Last Day Dream by Chris Milk

I always kind of turned a blind eye to short films, but this video that I stumbled upon got a lot done in about 42 seconds. It was produced for Beijing's 42 Second Dream Film Festival and it really needs no introduction, you'll understand as soon as you watch. Also, there's a great unexpected cameo in this; just watch you'll love it.

Disclaimer: The thumbnail is very misleading, put your boners away....

Last Day Dream [HD] from Chris Milk on Vimeo.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Grounding Oneself

Its tough being a guy who doesn't appreciate sports in a country where it would be reasonable to assume it comes with the penis. I guess I could dedicate a few hours of my life to studying relevant stats just so I could talk it up with the bros instead of doodling in the corner or writing "important notes" on my own stomach, but I decided a long time ago that trying that hard just to fit in is not my style.

This has become the way I feel about indie/old music and bands. Don't get me wrong, I definitely went through that phase where you start going back to musical eras before you were born just so you can be pretentious and hip, claiming that you don't get how people could not have known about the Pixies or At The Drive-In. Eventually you realize that you have a whole iTunes playlist only there to show other "more-indie-than-thou", Iron-Maiden-Vans-wearing D-Bags. All that effort just so that you can claim you were totally into the Misfits back in the day, when in actuality you're parents were only beginning to consider fucking for procreation. Doesn't seem worth it...That is when you trim it down to only the stuff you genuinely enjoy listening to and you start looking for contemporary shit that gets your musical rocks off.

We independent music fans can get a little uppity sometimes and we just need to be reminded of our humble, unassuming roots; to be grounded. For instance, I used to tell my friends that they were all pussies because they couldn't handle my Jager pounding/Pig Destroyer listening/drunk driving sessions, but now I understand they were scared for their lives/totally confused that someone would choose brutal death metal over Lil' Wayne, a vocoder, and an unused guitar. See! I can't even avoid telling someone else their music choices are stupid for more than 30 seconds.

The point is: be indie, be underground, even be hip if you want; but don't tell anyone else that they have a problem because they don't share your passion for being the first to know. Besides, if everyone started doing it, then what would be left for you? You would just be listening to pop, while underground blogs discussed how unfair it is that nobody "gets" Lady Gaga. We all need to be grounded and here is a great way to remind us that we are all the same:

Not too long ago we were all just little BMX/Skateboarding punks who loitered outside of sub shops and convenience stores. During that time we never could have foreseen comedy getting any better than this:



Powers of Ten

"A film dealing with the relative size of things in the universe, and the affect of adding another zero. Made by the office of Charles and Ray Eames for IBM."


Sunday, May 24, 2009

Sonic Youth- The Eternal

If something is great enough, it needs no introduction. That's how I feel about Sonic Youth. What I have for you today is a preview of the new Sonic Youth album entitled 'The Eternal'. This is 'Sacred Trickster' and 'Antenna' being performed on Jools Holland. I was happy to hear the complex yet harmonious sounds of the band in these two cuts from the album. Please enjoy a small sample of 'The Eternal', which will be released June 9th.

Don't Sit Next to Dennis


I've only recently started watching a lot of horror movies, so I'm definitely no expert. But I can honestly say that I already know what the best scene from any horror movie is. I've known for years, and it has nothing to do with amputated dicks, slit achilles tendons, or Meatloaf cutting a jersey shaped slab of his own skin off. It's from the classic Cabin Fever, and its about pancakes.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Tim and Eric are Fucking Ballin' Right Now

That last post got me looking for news on Tim and Eric's most recent endeavors, and I found out from Paste Magazine's website that they are doing some big fucking things. Click that link for more details, but here are some highlights:
  • A Tim and Eric movie - which is epic news especially considering the two comedic champions producing it: Will Ferell and Adam McKay
  • A new Dr. Steve Brule (John C. Reilly) spin-off show called Check It Out!
  • Four contributions to the up coming Funny Or Die HBO series which include collabs with Zach Galifianakis, Will Forte, Bob Odenkirk, and Frank Black??? (Yup, the dude from the Pixies working with Tim and Eric - INSANE)
Needless to say, I'm fucking psyched to see the duo making such big moves, and I can't wait to see how things pan out. If you're still sleeping on Tim and Eric, "....then I don't want to know you."

3 T-Scroat

I've finally accepted that most of my friends will never truly appreciate the comedy stylings of my heroes Tim and Eric. Weak-minded individuals can't wait out the weirder skits for the others which are fucking gold. The hit-or-miss nature of their show deters a lot of people from sitting through a whole episode; viewers then opt for more thought provoking fare like MadTV or the ever-slipping SNL. My point is that showing only a clip at a time may be a more effective way to showcase T&E's comedic prowess. So here's one of the best clips from the new season...Oh, and as a brief side note MZ now offers TWO posts tagged with the word EUNUCH, great stuff...

Comics ain't for kids no more

When you think of comic books most everybody says Batman, X-Men, Superman and the occasional weird anime comics with naked school girls getting raped by demonic tentacles. But nowadays there are some pretty good ones out there that have gotten me back into comics. Comics are considered lame and nerdy and hinder my ability to get laid I know... but hear me out.

When I was a kid I had a limited knowledge of comics and stuck to the basics of the aforementioned X-Men, and Spider-Man volumes with some DC characters like Batman and Superman thrown randomly into my collection, which was not too shabby for a 10 year old. But alas, I grew out of the adventures of Wolverine, Cyclops, Nightcrawler (most badass btw) Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, and Peter Parker like all maturing boys should do. Actually I just became more involved with partying and drugs and alcohol, so my money went into that. But I digress...

Fast forward to last year, while at a party chatting with a friend I haven't seen in a long time, the drunken conversation somehow got to the topic of Zombies. I was then informed that a comic had been out for a while called The Walking Dead, which I will get to in a minute. So I went to the all-powerful internet to further my knowledge of The Walking Dead. What I found was an amazingly well-written storyline that in my opinion had some very memorable and fucked up moments. (And yes, that spoon was used to gouge out his eye). Luckily the series had been going for a while so I was able to download a butt-load of issues from some torrent sites. Instantly, I was hooked. The story begins as our "hero" Police Officer Rick Grimes, wakes up from the hospital after being shot in the line of duty. He has no idea what happened or where he is, and worst of all the Zombie Apocalypse has already begun. He barely escapes the hospital and comes the the horror that his wife and son Carl are missing and possibly flesh eating zombies. So he does what any family-man on a mission in a zombie infested town does... grabs a shitload of guns and ammo and sets out to find his family. I won't spoil the details but they are happily reunited for a time. They meet up with some other survivors who are just trying to make it in this crazy cannibal world the planet has now become. For a time they seem to be doing an OK job surviving and keeping sane. At least some of their party keep their sanity for the most part. They stumble upon a prison and for a while life is good. They are reasonably protected by the prison walls and have several facilities at their disposal. At least as good as it can be with the constant threat of getting your brains eaten by a rotting, walking corpse. Some messed up stuff happens at the prison but again, I won't spoil the details. After a while they become restless and set out to find more survivors to maybe try and rebuild civilization. But what they find is anything but civil. They encounter another group that have barricaded a whole town and are relatively safe for the time being. Safe from zombies at least. The town is run by a guy who calls himself The Governor. A sadistic man who used fear and murder to somehow rise to power. This monster was doing several fucked-up things that I have never expected to read in a comic book. For instance he had a bunch of severed zombie heads in fish tanks in his room and pretended they were tv's. He would keep his zombified daughter chained up in his room and feed her body parts, which might be understandable for a parent to not want their child to die, but it was not paternal love that kept her around. There were weird child molestation undertones which were later confirmed when he pulled out her teeth so he could make out with her without being bitten. Among those crazy things you could add torture, rape, and cutting off Rick's hand to The Governor's repertoire. He also would hold gladiatorial games for his own entertainment that would pit a human against a horde of the undead. 99% of the time the undead would win. Don't worry though... he got his in the end. This storyline has been the main arc of the series so far. The comic itself is black and white except for the covers, which are in full color. The art is amazing and shows detail and emotion worthy of any gallery. And usually at the end of every issue is a portrait of a random zombie covered in blood and gore. I highly suggest you give this comic a chance. There are several books out that have numerous issues jammed into a sort of encyclopedia of the series. There are currently 61 issues out, and I bet almost all of them are online for download, if you know where to look. Easily a 10/10. I will most definitely be getting all the issues from now on until the end, and you should too.

Next on the list is Y: The Last Man. Hands down, the best comic series I have ever read. The story is about a 22 year-old amateur escape artist named Yorick Brown. The story follows his misadventures after a mysterious epidemic kills every mammal with a Y chromosome in the entire world, except for Yorick and his Capuchin monkey, Ampersand. For those that were wondering the ampersand is that thing above the 7 on the keyboard. Yorick and Ampersand, along with Agent 355, an ass-kicking government agent from a super secret branch of the government called the Culper Ring go with Dr. Allison Mann, a brilliant geneticist. The four venture out to find Yorick's girlfriend Beth, who was in Australia at the time, who Yorick was about to propose to minutes before the epidemic wiped out half of humanity. Agent 355 and Dr. Mann are also trying to escort Yorick safely to Dr. Mann's main laboratory halfway across the world so they can try to save humanity. Several obstacles get in the way of their goals including crazy bitches trying to kidnap and/or kill Yorick and Ampersand. One group that stood out was the Daughters of the Amazon. These brainwashing dykes have totally lost it and see the epidemic as God's will. Their initiation is very severe. Every Amazonian had to cut off one of their titties to be accepted into the group. Which Yorick's sister, whose name was Hero, was recruited into. Yorick's trials and tribulations stretched over a couple years. Some filled with happiness, but most filled with sadness and death. It was a little while before he was finally exposed for being the last male alive. And things only got worse from there. I give this comic an 11/10 because of so much written in these pages. The writing is awesome and I found myself laughing out loud at some of the situations and wise-ass remarks made by Yorick. Some of the best art I have seen lies within these pages. Not whatever this new modern art bullshit which looks like someone drank a bunch of paint and diarrhea-ed all over a canvas, I'm talking about real art. The covers of almost all the issues try to incorporate the letter Y in them, and are some of the coolest scenes I have ever seen. I know I am jumping on the comic community bandwagon saying that this comic is badass, but I am doing so because it really is that good. I command you to find it and read it right now.

Last but not least, Preacher. This is the most fucked-up comic I have ever read. I can think of at least 4 guys who had their dicks cut off, bit off, ripped off, and chemically burned off. The story follows down and out hard drinkin' Reverend Jesse Custer. Who one day while in service at church, suddenly gets possessed by Genesis, the spawn of a demon and angel doing the no pants dance. As soon as Genesis is born, God high tails it out of the kingdom of heaven. Genesis is said to have the same power level as God and the Lord is scared shitless by this. After everyone in the church but Jesse is vaporized, the good reverend goes out on a quest to find God and ask him how he could abandon so many people who blindly believe in him, and try to make him go back to Heaven. He is armed with what is called "The Word". Which means his eyes turn red, and so does the word bubble text, and whatever he tells you to do, you fuckin' do it. No matter how messed up it is. He told a cop to go fuck himself, so he cut off his own wiener and shoved it up his own ass. He told another guy to stay on the beach until he counted to three million grains of sand. It took him about 8 months and totally messed him up for the rest of his life. He is joined by his estranged girlfriend Tulip O'Hare. She is a super tough gun-toting no-bullshit bitch who had the unfortunate experience of accidentally killing her father while he was dropping a deuce on a hunting trip when she was a teenager. They are also joined by Cassidy, a 200 year old Irish vampire that drinks like a fish and has done every drug imaginable. And at one point he sucked dick for coke much like Bob Saget. Throughout the series it seems like Jesse is personally pissed at God. Which he has a perfect right to be. His totally fucked up childhood raised by a sadistic grandmother, and two of the most fucked up rednecks you will ever see. Jody, a man who is basically impervious to pain who beats Jesse senseless every day, who also killed his parents right in front of him, and TC, a person who has a personal mission in life to bang every animal and inanimate object in the world. This comic has the most unique characters I have ever seen in a story. Such as Ass-Face, a teenager who tried to blow his brains out much like his beloved Kurt Cobain. But instead of killing himself, he only grazed his own face with a .12 gauge shotgun and mangled his features forever. Almost every time someone would see Ass-Face for the first time, they would barf all over the place right in front of him. The main antagonist for most of the series was Herr Starr, a sadistic German high ranking assassin in a secret society called The Grail established to preserve the bloodline of Jesus Christ. The bloodline ended when Herr Starr declared himself the leader of The Grail and dropped the super obese bulimic Allfather on top of the last relative of Jesus who is now retarded from all the years of inbreeding to keep the bloodline pure. Herr Starr definitely got it the worst throughout the comic. His bald head was cut by Jesse to look like a giant wang, he was one of the dudes who lost his manhood, and he also lost a leg and and eye before his demise. Oh, and he was anally raped a couple times too... yikes. Some minor memorable characters include two former servants of God who come to earth to sample all pleasures humanity has to offer since God left heaven. Two "sex detectives" who were hired to find Jesse but just ended up raping everyone they questioned about his whereabouts. And many others. This series was very good. The character development and situations were very well written. I give it a 9/10. It did lose a point because of times in the story where is was going purely for shock value as opposed to quality, but still very awesome.

Yeah... so that's it. Hopefully you were inspired to take a gander at these titles. I guarantee you will not be dissapointed.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Who's Keeping It Real in an Era of Fakery...?

Apparently, this guy.

Ugh-Mazing


Only in America, can statutory rape make you famous.


In case you forgot, Mary Kay Letourneau is that 6th grade teacher who did a 7 1/2 year bit for knockin' boots with one of her students. She even got impregnated by her dark skinned Adonis ( I think he's probably Samoan) - TWICE!! Four years ago the couple sealed the deal with some wedding vows, so old crust-e-box could get "Da Dick" on a regular basis, it had to be pretty good if it was worth 7 1/2 years.

Fast forward to the present: A bar out in Seattle is having their third "Hot For Teacher Night" hosted by none other than Miss Letourneau (47) and DJed by her husband and former student, Vili Fualaau (26).

So you heard it here folks, if you're having trouble getting into the events hosting/DJ industry, a little statutory rape could go along way.

I think even David Lee Roth would go flaccid when this news story plays on the TV at whichever spandex store he's currently fondling his junk in....maybe not.

Heres a link if you want more.

Our Boys Need Proper Facilities Out there

Thank God That Our Soldiers Rape and Pillage Instead of Playing Basketball to Settle Our Differences...

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Shit in da club

I left a shit in the stall of a crowded high-class lounge last night during peak hours, as a line of thirty-something successful men with bad haircuts crowded angrily in the bathroom. It was the most freeing experience of my life.

I think that's where shit-eating grin comes from.

Clitter!

I signed up for a Twitter account just for the hell of it the other day. As I sat staring at my newest, uninteresting social networking home page, the only thing that came to mind is that Twitter rhymes with Clitter, which was an amazing Funny Or Die video I saw more than a year ago. I promise I'll post something semi-important in the near future, I just have a lot of other shit going on right now: I've just started a new audio-editing/technical writing internship with Digital Life Radio, I'm working on getting a job with Polite In Public, and I just scored a week long volunteer gig at the Woods Hole Film Festival. So for now you'll have to settle for Clitter:

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Sullivantroduction


Hello. My name is Conor Sullivan. I consider myself to be a man with a head on his shoulders. I have enormous shoulders. I’m not Dwight Howard, (shit.......... that guy’s shoulders make him a candidate for a real-life Atlas, should we ever need one) but the good lord made shoulders to support the head and I got a melon that Gallagher couldn’t crack.

Joey recruited me for this shit-show because he wanted me to take Asher Roth down a few pegs. Sorry to say, I can’t do it. I could accuse him of being a spoiled suburbanite shithead with hair like a Troll-doll and little regard for the history, but he already levied those same claims against himself in the opening song on his album. FUCK!!! Why can’t he just let me hate him?? Because, he’s a talented guy and he is, painfully enough, a breath of fresh air.

Rap is saturated with jackasses. 1/1000 of those jackasses are dudes who sold enough coke to afford studio-time and are looking for a more legitimate kind of fame. Why be the guy who’s famous for shooting that cop on West & Pleasant, when you can be famous for being the guy who sang “Swing Your Dookie-Hole”? By the same logic, the other 999 of those jackasses are just neighborhood knuckleheads with big-fish stories. For every rapper that actually profited off drugs, there’s a thousand Tony Montanas who probably would’ve gotten hung from the helicopter.

Take my friend and yours, Rick Ross. Recently outed as a former Miami-Dade County correctional officer, Ross has been selling millions of albums with tales of intercontinental drug-dealing since 2005. In his smash debut single “Hustling,” he claimed to have a personal relationship with Manuel Noriega. Nobody stopped to wonder if it involved him serving Manny 3 meals-a-day on a foam tray. The guy has made some incredible songs, full of even more incredible claims. While he isn’t the best rapper working today, he is a perfect example of today’s typical gangsta rapper.

A day in the life of a gangsta rapper is an action movie in itself. It starts with you waking up next to a curvy latina woman, petting a Siberian white tiger. You don’t remember, because you drank tons of expensive champagne, but you had sex with the exotic beauty last night. You're not sure if you fucked the tiger. It's possible, you love that tiger. As you roll out of bed and put your feet down, you cut the sole of your foot on the stack of bill-folds lying on the floor. Man, you got so much money. You walk to the kitchen and there’s another naked chick, this one’s black, pouring you a bowl of Dom Perignon and Cocoa Puffs. You don’t even want to eat that shit, you just wanted the visual. As you slap the bowl out her hand, the phone rings. It’s your man, Pablo. He informs you in broken english that your 25 kilos will arri... FUCK!

Rappers are full of shit, all of them. When Lil Wayne tells me that he just shot a man in his face, I don’t believe him. When Asher Roth says that he’s double-fisting red cups and making out with nickel-pieces,I believe him......... because he probably is.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I sketched this from the movie "Point Break" where Keanu Reeves and P Swayze shred unbelievable amounts of gnar.


Sunday, May 17, 2009

Oscar Niemeyer



So what if Oscar Niemeyer is an unapologetic commie Stalin supporter. This 101 year old Brazilian architect designed the entire capital of Brasilia in the 50's. This is a great interview with Niemeyer from the Vice Brazilian Issue. He talks about architecture's relationship with politics, drawing, soccer, and golden penises.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Awkward Sex and Bathroom Stall Poetry

I thought I was so fucking brilliant...

I'm a huge fan of Post Secret and Found, and I wanted to capitalize on the trend they had started. So I came up with two ideas for coffee table books that I naively thought would make me rich. All I knew about the industry was what I learned from a Seinfeld episode. So I did some research about the pitching process and then I had to make sure my ideas had not been done already. 

Well, they had. My delusional pipe-dreams have been dashed for the moment, but I thought I might as well share the work of those who beat me to it.

One idea was a coffee table book about awkward sex stories told, anonymously of course, by random people. So when I googled it I found this. Awkward Sex Stories.

The other was a compilation of the ridiculous stuff that people write on bathroom walls. This was going to be my magnum opus. It could have been done on such a low budget, I really believed I could make it happen, but somebody beat me to this one too. Here is the book version that I found: From the Stall
And here is the website dedicated to the same pursuit: The Writings On the Stall

Ed Templeton no.1

I found this in skatebook. The current issue has a retrospect on Ed Templeton, one of the most influential skateboarder/artists around. What first struck me about the photo was the creepy smile Ed had on his face while showing his thrashed up leg. That, along with the story by Ryan Clements, pretty much sums up Ed's twisted sense of humor.


Bad Rabbits and Slick Rick Playing Showcase Live Tonight


I'm not gonna make it, but everybody should do their best to get to Patriot's Place and support the Bad Rabbits. If you're still in the dark about BR, check out the songs on their myspace. I think they're playing their own set around 10 o'clock, then they're playing back up for Slick Rick. I've never been to Showcase Live but I'm sure it's an ill venue just like all the other new shit at Patriot's Place. If you do make it to the show, I guarantee you won't be disappointed...They're a crowd pleaser.

Cheerleader!

I saw this picture and had to show it. I really don't know what to make of it.

Cinema-Grind??? Whatever You Call It Graf Orlock Will Fuck Your Shit Right Up

What could be better than a liberal mixing of Grind/Thrash brutality and cliche action movie quotes?

I can't think of anything.

As soon as I heard Patrick Swayze's monologue from "Point Break" opening up a song, I was intrigued. When the music dropped out abruptly and Swayze's voice came back to say: "They only live to get radical", I was fucking hooked. Here's a clip of that song live:


Graf Orlock, taking their name from the film classic: Nosferatu, is exactly the kind of light-hearted, movie-themed grindcore I need in my life right now. They quickly became one of my favorite bands when I discovered them through Pandora.com. With lyrics ripped right from all your favorite movie's like "Con Air", "Demolition Man", and plenty from the "Terminator" franchise, GO will never let you down. Apparently they're a bunch of film school dropouts who started a band as a big "fuck you" to their elitist peers who shunned their love for 90's blockbusters. The audio in that clip is pretty bad so check out their website for more of their music.

Lance Mountain's Dream

Lance Mountain is a genius. He's been one of my favorite people since i was in middle school. This is his interpretation of a dream, then turning into a nightmare. It represents for me the two sides of skateboarding, the free flowing nature of it being interrupted by the harsh reality of falling down.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

This kid RAWKS!


Can you guess which one is the black sheep of the family?

Seasick, Yet Still Docked

A tear jerker for all you lonely hearts out there. I think everyone feels this way at one point or another. Morrissey hits the nail on the head with this one. He's my all time favorite artist and although I'm tempted to spam MZ with Moz, I'll just share this one for now. (Watch in HQ)


Scary Spelunking



Some dude who went on an expedition to an unexplored cave came back with this pretty scary story. Make sure you read it in the dark alone. Pretty creepy if you ask me...

Scary Spelunking

Top Ten Maury Povich "Outta-Control Teen" Clips

I really didn't want to start posting this kind of shit, but it's too amazing. Liquid Generation has done us all a favor by compiling the ten most impressive specimens from daytime television's biggest whore. Maury has made a permanent niche for himself by showcasing America's most abundant source of entertainment: other people's fucked up lives. His formula is absolutely flawless, but seeing all these clips back to back made me start to wonder whether this crap might be scripted. These girls are way too amped about crack cocaine and illegitimate children. Each girl's intensely shot introductory monologue is so similar in content to the next. A few even say they are "gang related". What gang member calls them self "gang related"? I can just imagine Maury and his producers sipping coffee from hollowed out baby skulls and compiling lists of each guests negative attributes/points of pride. I'm sure they don't actually embellish the truth; they just make sure that each girl doesn't forget crucial lines like: "I'm gonna dress my baby in all brand names, and if I can't support it I'ma sell it!".

Enjoy:


Crimewave-Crystal Castles vs. HEALTH

Just finished up the last paper of sophomore year.  So here's a track to celebrate (or for you to smoke to...it's more of a chillout/trancey thing than a party anthem).


The beginning reminds me of a glitched version of the intro solo to "Am I Evil."  Hmmm...

And with that, I'm off to do tequila shots and make some bad decisions.


"Once the world stops spinning, read that writing on the wall" -Coheed & Cambria, "Feathers" 
(^ ^ ^ check out the Glitch Mob Remix.  It's SIIIICK!^ ^ ^)

Watch Out For That First Post...

it's a doozy.

"20 years ago, people said America would have a black president 'the day pigs fly.'

100 days into Obama's presidency...


...swine flu."

ha HA!

I go to the most liberal college around (aside from Hampshire).  I'm a conservative.  Naturally, it's frustrating.  So of course I've been all over this joke since I heard it.  Well, I didn't vote for him, but he's our prez now, so I guess I have to be supportive of him.

And everyone in the country who can't get a job, apparently.

Anyway, go America.

"If you don't wanna root for your team, then you should get the hell out of the stadium.  Go America." -Stan Marsh, South Park



Street Jizz

If your sexual identity is still so fragile that watching a gay music video might have irreparable consequences, then just stop here. For everyone else, this is probably the funniest thing I've seen in a long, long time. I can't bare to watch the whole thing, but only 30 seconds in you'll understand. I found this while checking out random videos that were related to the Peaches video for "Fuck the Pain Away" another classic. There are no words to explain "Street Jizz", it's one of those things that I can't believe is real, but here it is...


RIP Bernie Mac

Got a craving for some Pumpkin Pie. This clip is crucial to your becoming a well rounded, informed citizen.
Kick it! 

We're Not Scare-Mongering, This is Really Happening

This is a webcast of Radiohead's final song of their final performance on the In Rainbows Tour. The live show on In Rainbows was a study of 2 different visual media, solar-powered LED tubes, and numerous webcams which framed non-typical shots of the band throughout the show. This video encapsulates this visual study to the tune of Idioteque. Make sure you watch in HQ. Enjoy.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Amazing Alf Videos

This weekend I was sitting around my house with some people and the urge to watch random YouTube videos hit me. I just started looking at what was highest rated and stumbled upon these gems. Watch all three, they're really short.
 
 

The News Stand


Here's that newspaper stand we talked about. Matt and I are going to repaint it soon. Anybody who wants to be involved is welcome. Hopefully we'll get this thing looking sharp and back out on the streets, filled with our propaganda, by June. Open to suggestions concerning a safe place to put it. Do you need a permit for this shit? We're clueless...

Aphex Twin Videos

If Aphex Twin videos don't creep the shit out of you then you must be blind and the braille versions don't do them justice. "Come to Daddy" was always one of my favorites, but then the other day I found this brilliant piece of self-indulgent weirdness. The video for "Windowlicker". 

Enjoy:


Tuesday, May 12, 2009

"Check His I.D.?" By Sean Somers


Our good friend Sean Somers submitted this true story about our recent trip to Scotland to visit the Mythic Icon that we all know as Rob Morgan...

I was in the middle of my vacation to Scotland with my friends Joey and Pete. The man, the myth, the legend: Rob Morgan had said we were to go to a comedy show at a place called The Stand in downtown Edinburgh. The day had started off typical, waking up having a hangover and a sore back from sleeping on basically a giant wooden pallet with a shitty futon mattress on top of it. Coffee, shave, shower. Out the door of the flat I went with Pete, Joey, and Rob to get a taxi. Our destination was a posh restaurant downtown. It was the kind of restaurant that has a pianist in the corner, and a very expensive wine menu. Eat, drink, pay the big bill, off to the comedy club we went.

Getting to the show early, the place was half empty with four seats and two tables right in front of the stage just calling for us to be heckled by the comedians. The show begins with the host seeing us just a few feet in front of him as fresh meat. Four Americans, trashed in the front row is a free lunch for these fuckers. The show went on with a few jokes tossed at us, and the drinking continued.

Then it was intermission. The club had some contest where you could win two free tickets to another show. All it required was to fill out a piece of paper that was already on the table. Everyone fills them out and passes them in to the host. I saw that Pete and Joey had a good buzz going along with myself, but I looked down at the table where I was sitting with Rob and there were six or seven empty shot glasses that I had nothing to do with. I look over to my left to see how Rob’s doing. He’s not there. So I look over my right shoulder and Rob is walking back towards us with more shots and a giant grin on his face.

“Let’s do some shots”, he said.

Those four words explained it all. Intermission ends with the host coming back on the stage to announce the winner of the contest. Drawing and announcing the name Garrett so and so. Someone yells “That’s me!”. As Garrett proceeds towards the stage, Rob yells “that’s not him”. The host not paying any attention to the comment, hands him the prize. The crowd eases down the applause for the winner, then silence.

Rob yells out “That’s not his name”. The host then looks at Rob and says “who the fuck would want to be named Garrett anyways”. Rob then yells “check his I.D.”. At this point I’m thinking Rob is fucking hammered and it’s only ten o’clock. The next act is introduced and all eyes are on us. This next comedian had a field day with us. He even used Pete to beat box for him so he could rap on stage(if you know Pete, this is fucking amazing). The show ended around eleven. We leave feeling good and Rob feeling even better than all of us.

Walking to the next drinking destination, Rob had started to wrestle with Pete. Pete easily threw him to the ground. He was out of control. So we continued walking to a place called The Cuckoos Nest, where we were to meet some of Rob’s other friends. As we walk through the door, Rob hands me ten pounds to order him the nastiest fucking shot the bar had. I approach the bartender and ask him, “what’s the nastiest tasting shot you have here?”. The bartender replies, “Absinth”.

The bartender and I exchange the drink with money and I walk over to the table. I hand the drink to Rob. He drinks it immediately without any hesitation. Rob screams to me, “get me another one”. The bartender overhears Rob’s voice and personally brings the next drink over to our table. He places the drink down. Rob says “who has a lighter”. As the bartender reaches for a lighter in his pocket, I said to myself “this is a bad idea”. Rob then lights the drink. With everyone watching, he picks the glass up and goes to drink it. As the flames consumed his face, panic sobered Rob quickly. Joey pours his beer out on the burning table after blowing on it fails miserably. Meanwhile, Rob was trying to put the flames out that were on his face with his hands, pretty much just flailing around behind a crowded table. Someone else assisted Rob in putting the fire out on his face. The whole place smelled like burnt hair, and the screams suddenly turned into laughter. The bartender hands me a towel with ice inside out of it to hand to Rob. When I saw that Rob was ok with only a few red marks and a red line that looked like half of the jokers smile in the last Batman installment, I thought to myself that was the funniest fuckin’ thing I have ever seen.


******

The only thing I want to add is that Rob's burns were pretty fucking bad, it looked like he had a brutal case of herpes all over his face for at least a week afterward. He had to wear a dishtowel over his face for the next few days. -JO