May 2006 Archives
I haven't seen the movie. I do not like Brett ratner. The movie made 100 gazillion dollars in its opening weekend. We are all doomed.
Back when I was in high-school two of my friends and I decided to go and cut school and head downtown to see a movie and walk around and possibly gawk at girls. I was about 14 or 15 years old and had limited finances (unlike the big bucks I throw around today which allow me to take afternoon showers in armani undershirts). Therefore, any event such as this was a big deal in that I wouldn't be able to afford anything for a couple of weeks (bags of chips and the occasional slice of pizza, can of soda). Setting up the truancy was a little tension filled. My one friend went to school with me and the other friend was a whole year older and lived in my apartment building up in Washington Heights. It was going to be the first meeting between these two friends of mine.
Alex was my "big" friend, played football at JFK up in the bronx, was my go to guy when we played basketball in the park. We were sports friends and neighborhood hangout friends. We tagged up with pilot markers all over our section of manhattan and shot jumbo-sized paper-clips with thick rubber-bands, using our thumbs and pointer fingers as sling shots, at unsuspecting street crossers.
David was a small guy and not the best sports person. He was intense about music that I was just learning about (everything outside of hip-hop) and was also into the sci-fi and fantasy worlds that my imaginations went to. They were two friends I had who filled two different lifestyles I lived and wanted to live.
We were all a bit nervous about meeting one another and there was that kind of excitement in the air. The day went fine but as we were choosing between the two theatres on 86th street on the east-side of manhattan (back when there were two theatres there). I can't remember if we were waiting on a movie, some show that was going to start in an hour or so, or if we hadn't decided whether we were going to go to the movie; but we went into a newspaper shop to browse the comic books they had there. Some short sketchy dude with a big bomber jacket came in. He was probably 35 or so. He was a mumbly kind of guy, trying to be nice and engage us. We knew he was skeetchy and tried to ditch him at the newspaper shop. He followed us out of the store, giving us some kind of informaiton we didn't need and suddenly, right there in broad daylight on 86th street, demanded 5 dollars from the each of us.
He was crazy aggressive and we sort of realized we were being mugged. We said "Naw." And he tugged out the handle of a gun from his jacket.
Now, it would have been crazy for him to shoot us or do anything of the sort if we had decided to run into the street, grab the cop car that was passing by. However, we were shook, and stunned and paralized. We mustered together like 7 dollars total between the three of us and he walked out of our lives forever, around the corner, down Madison Ave.
The gun was the talk for the rest of the day. We were all pent up with anger and "freak-out" energy and decided to go get something from the Burger King across the street (yes, there was a burger king right there in those days). We sat down, got a few fries and suddenly the loud sounds of a loony-tune crazy homeless dude rocked and rolled his way to us, not five minutes after we found a seat in the packed BK.
"Oh man. You guys know. You guys know!"
We weren't sure; but we did know that he wasn't going to mug us and he was crazy, but not scary crazy. Just loud crazy. He was wearing a bomber jacket with not shirt underneath. He was pencil thin and about 6' tall, and ripped like jesus.
"Man, I got all kinds of excercises I do! I got that shit down! You guys got some spare change so i can get me some vitamins and shit?"
Alex said we didn't but that if he wanted to go find the guy that took our last dollars he could have it.
"Man, I'll fuck that dude up! Check this out!!!"
He fully opened his jacket, revealing that he probably didn't underpants on below those jeans, and for a second I think we all thought he was going to change our lives forever; instead, he was showing us his abs.
"I can lift crazy shit." He said and we were finally at that point of complete breakdown, where the slightest thing would make us laugh our asses off. We were giving each other the looks, egging one another on with our eyes and imprisoned giggles.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Yeah. I can bench press 2000 lbs." He paused, we were all about to break. "WITH NO HANDS!!!!" We lost it. Let it all go. The day had been crazy and this guy was so far gone and we hadn't known what to do with all of the uncomfortability stored away from the beginning of the day until that moment.
Turns out that guy was Pat Robertson.
As Brian from Last Stop explains--the fight to keep Arrested Development alive has been lost. Click the image for the memories.
Source: Brian's Last Stop--Go and Click the links people.
The 5 Frames of what may be a missle flying into the Pentagon building is the same five frames that were "leaked" to the net 2 years ago. I don't relaly see what the point is except that Iraq is a nightmare and boarder security is an obvious political football game, even to John Q Public.
By the way--with over 200 cameras trained on our symbol of national defense...this is the best they could release? After 4 years they couldn't put together some sick CGI shit with Moussoui rolling out of the plane and crumbling into little pieces, only to have those piece morph into liquid and turn back into the Moussoui Terminator?
Bonus-- CNN made the claim that they to had asked for the footage after 9-11 under the freedom of informaiton act but hadn't "pursued it into the courts..." Meaning, that they didn't do anything but ask for it.
"CNN: We stopped trying years ago."
Click the above image to go check out the new "Superman Returns" trailer. Looks a little fresh.
Meanwhile in other news (and I'm not even going to link to it); from the new trailers and scenes out there for the 3rd X-Men movie, it looks like Brett Ratner
has succeeded in destroying something thought to be indestructible.
