Questionable Taste…

You know what’s big BIG right now? Twitter is. And I’m all about it. So while you’re at it, Twitter that.

So, in searching for a new ringtone, my mind is being torn to pieces because there just isn’t any music out there (to my knowledge) that is the perfect ringtone music. Which sucks. I’ve had “Womanizer” since last November. That is far too long to have “Womanizer” as a ringtone if you ask me. Any suggestions?
I’m diggin’ on some Frankmusik nowadays, and I’m not mad at Mika’s latest. My roommate has me on a sort of electro-pop kick this summer. Fine. That’s fine. I just wish it was got damn ringtone worthy!

Anyways, I decided to try to start my blog back on up because (more often than not) I ain’t got shit to do at work. Let’s see how long it lasts this time.

 

I don’t trust Miley Cyrus. And you shouldn’t either. She’s growing up too fast. A girl with a mouth like that has no business dating sexy 20somethings and pole dancing on ice cream carts. She hasn’t earned it. Seriously. Think of all of her so called “accomplishments.” Miley Cyrus ain’t shit.
[This paragraph can be paraphrased as: "I'm jealous of Miley Cyrus. I get 'Party In The USA' stuck in my head on the daily. And it's all about the climb."]

Now I know that NYC Prep just ended, but I would be dishonoring my questionable taste if I didn’t blog about it. Blog blog blog. So I love PC. He’s a bitch and a racist. He’s childish and extremely masturbatory. He’s bi? Gay? He’s hate crimed by Bravo on a weekly basis. And then there’s Jessie. Oh, Jessie. When, oh, when will you have your own reality show? You are the overpriced, cross-eyed glue that held this entire heap of a show together and I love you. There’s that word. Love. Let me see if I can explain it to you, Jessie. Love is a similar to the feeling you get when you wear scarves over your tee shirts. Love is sort of like when you take a dump on Camille for having skin that is whiter than her teeth. Love is essentially the feeling that you get when you get a blue ribbon at the county fair.

I suppose all I can do now that the season’s 8 episode run has come to an abrupt and disappointing end is relive the glory days via DVR. Thanks, Time Warner. You save lives. Ps, come back for a second season, NYC Prep.

Best stuff of since my last post…

Didn’t mean to take such a long break, ya’ll.

Look into this shit.

Best recent Digital Short: “Jizz In My Pants” by Incredibad

 If this is about to be on a real album, my day will be made. This is why I fell in love with Jorma. LOLarious. It’s the little things, man. Other than saying “jizz” on network television, that is. I love the line “I do things alone now mostily.” Simple. Also, notice “sawr” rather than “saw.” These things are only funny when paired with jizz, The Lonely Island, Molly Simms, and Jamie Lynn Descala. Optional JTimb.
 Embedding was disabled like a bitch. Link here.
 For more Jorma, see here. For more Akiva, see here (where he directs my favorite band of ever and all time). For more Andy, see pretty much anything on SNL.

Best cute little cover: “Change Is Gonna Come” by Ben Sollee

 I found this gem last week while skimming through obscure music blogs. As I oft do.
 It’s so sweet, and cool, and jazzy, and nice. My favorite part of it all is that Ben considers himself to be “cello pop.” Such dreams make such winners in my book. Which is a sentence that doesn’t make sense. But applies to the situation anyways.
 Ben Sollee, “Change Is Gonna Come”

Best AIDS commercial that makes you drop your jaw instead of your pants: European MTV AIDS spot

I don’t really need to say anything, do I? Don’t be a dick. Cover your dick.

Best documentary of the day…

Britney: For The Record

 I knew this shit was about to get real. And, bitch, it sure as fuck did!
 First and foremost, I must say… Someone should throw a fuckin’ party for B’s management team because that was some good shit that they just pulled! You guys are so fucking smart. I don’t care if any of it was real or not, it was good fucking television. Entertainment. No matter who you are, if you watched FTR (For The Record, ya bitches, figure it out), you either felt happy for Britney or sad for Britney. Ya’ll had a Britney Catharsis. Entertainment and education.

 Secondly, I believed every second of this hour-long delve into the life of one of our most amazing, and amazingly disturbed, performers in this lifetime. That’s right. Bitch, I believe you. You’re a real boy! Life is hard. I’m really sad for you. And I’m not being funny, I almost cried. I would’ve cried if it weren’t for Larry Rudolph. He looks like a Canadian from South Park did it with Tyler Durden. Aside from all of your hardships and trouble and whatnot, the saddest thing in the whole doc was your poor ole hair! Girl, you gots money. Fix that. People can see you!

 I need to watch this shit at least 2 more times before I can do it any justice with my comments and opinions. And you need to watch it 3 times as much as me because it may or may not change your life. Watch until it does. Ya bitch.

Best Facebook status of the day…

[hot mess] smells like beer and kitty litter. Another fabulous night.

Best Facebook status of the day…

[gay Republican] thinks people who shop black friday are dumb..and therefore must have voted for barack.

Best movies so far of 2008…

The movie that sucked so hard it was good: Mamma Mia!

 I had to see Mamma Mia! How could I not? You can’t be a modern gay man in America without having seen, heard, danced to, bought, or been in something associated with this musical. Just ask Will and/or Grace.
 The movie was awful. So over the top. So cliche. So faggy. I couldn’t help myself but smile the entire time.

 

The movie that everyone is obligated to like: The Dark Knight

 Yes. It was a fucking rockin’ movie. It was kickin’. It was rad. But I feel like I’m supposed to say those things.
 I saw it at midnight, of course. I was in the second row and ripped out of my mind. I probably couldn’t tell you half of the shit that went down, but I know that everything in my life after those few hours was a little more complete. Granted, I quickly grew tired of bitches quoting, “Why so serious?” and “How ’bout a magic trick?,” I think ickle Heafy gave one of his best performances. He was truly committed, and I have to respect that. But now he’s dead, and has been dead for quite some time, so I’m comfortable making jokes.
Q: What’s the difference between Heath Ledger and a dead baby?
A: Heath Ledger lived a little bit longer.
(I just made that up.)

 

The movie that overwhelmed me with cute: WALL-E

 I don’t give a shit what any of ya’ll bitches gots to say about it, WALL-E was fuckin’ cute. So what, there was little to no dialogue in the first hour of the movie. That’s part of what made the characters so lovable. They were simple. It’s not hard to get into my heart.
 I thought this little robot provided everyone with a good lesson about where the world is headed. Granted it didn’t seem very realistic and I won’t change anything about my daily life to cater to the wishes of Disney/Pixar, I got it and appreciated every second of it. I also really liked how they worked in Live Action with computer animation. Kudos.

 

The movie that I knew I’d like: Hamlet 2

 From the moment I learned of Hamlet 2′s existance, I was ready to be amazed. And guess what, I wasn’t amazed. But I was pleasantly surprised. Although I wasn’t provided with reason for non-stop laughter, I did laugh quite a bit. And I got all of the jokes. And I know who Elizabeth Shue is.
 The one thing that I didn’t “like” about the film was how little they showed of the play within the movie. But then again, that happens in pretty much every movie about a play. Bleh.

 

The movie that I don’t remember for obvious reasons: Pineapple Express

 Remember the trailer for Pineapple Express? Remember when James Franco kicked his foot through the window and got it stuck while he was driving? That still makes me chuckle. Rosie Perez was a bitchass cop too. That’s always a good thing. And the guy with the weird hair provided some funny moments. That’s all I remember.
 This movie wouldn’t have been nearly as enjoyable if I hadn’t stayed in Athens over the summer. Bitches, I’m a changed man.

 

The movie that was predictable and scary: The Strangers

 Love me some scurry movies from time to time. This one was up there. Liv Tyler, Scott Speedman, and like 4 other people (including Dennis from Always Sunny). I don’t care that this movie took so little to make, it was one of the best scary movies that I’ve seen in a long time. I think what made it work was that even though scary things happened in a predictable series, the time it took to get to those moments was always drawn out for so long that you’re kind of left thinking, “okay, when’s it gonna happen? still nothing? okay…OH FUCK!” Kind of like sex with someone you don’t like.

Newnew

 So, I’ve been trying to come up with things to blog about since I said I’d blog more and have yet to do so. Here’s my thought:
 ”List” my “favorite” “things.”
Why the quotes? Well, firstly, because I fucking like using quotes sometimes. Secondly, let me explain.

“List” = Sometimes I’ll post a list, such as a Top 5 or whatever. But most of the time I’ll probably just name single things.

“favorite” = I use the word ‘favorite’ very loosely. I guess in this case, I mean to say, “what stands out.”

“things” = Things. Stuff. Nouns. Music. Youtube. TV. Movies. People. Shit. Ya bitches.