Holy shitballs, Internets! It has been quite a week, eh? There’s been mouth rape, a movie screening, I made a new blog award and now I have a hoard of new followers!! Apparently boobs are quite popular and my new award is tearing it’s way through the blog world as we speak. Go on little fella; go make the world a better place. Why would a “Nice Rack” award make the world a better place? Because people like boobs. They make people smile. They put people in a better mood And with the state of things in the world right now, happy smiling goodness is just what we all need, right.? Well, that and cocktails. So for my new blog award I say, you’re welcome, Entire World.
…..is a blog pimpin’ god. He also likes it when I use ipso facto in a post. It seems that most of my new readers trust his word and possibly the word of his Evil Twin enough to have scurried on over here from his place after this post; which cracked my ass up and possibly made me fall in love just a titch. Thanks Bruce! You, my friend, are golden.
Now, there is still the matter of this movie review I promised before the mouth rape incident on Monday. For those of you who are new to this dog and pony show of a blog I’ve got here, I went to a screening of Kevin Smith’s (Bob of Jay and Silent Bob) new film, Red State on Monday. It won’t be released in theaters until October but I’m a high roller and decided I wanted to see it while he was on the road with it and doing a Q&A bit as well. You can read about it here and here if you like. The thing is, Roger Ebert I am not. I don’t know shit about reviewing films other than “That shit was awwwwesoooome” or “What the fuck did I just watch?” So, I do believe I’ve promised something I can’t deliver. I will say this: it’s a good movie. Freaky religious weirdos, guns, horny teenagers and holyshitIdidn’tseethatcoming! type of moments peppered all through it. Go see it this fall. You won’t be disappointed.
I’ll leave you with some tidbits from Mr. Smith’s introduction of the film. Because he is, after all, a funny motherfucker.
When referring to members of the Phelps family* wanting free tickets to his screening in Kansas City, Kevin sarcastically said this:
– “Oh, God hates fags but apparently he loves a discount?”
Kevin encouraged others to make their own signs to peacefully and in good fun protest the Phelps family and/or their supporters that were there protesting his film. Here are some examples he gave:
– His gay friend Malcolm Ingram made a sign that said “DICK TASTES YUMMY”
– Some kids from the school near the Sundance film festival had signs that said “GOD HATES HOMEWORK”
– And some guy had a sign that had Wicket the ewok with a circle around him and a line through it. (I don’t care who you are that shit is funny!)
Because, Kevin said, “Anyone can write horseshit on a sign.” Word, Kevin. Word.
I wrote down some other shit from the show, but I can’t read my handwriting. And, yes, I am absolutely blaming that fucking dentist for it. What a dick.
*In case it wasn’t clear in this post, I think these people and those associated with their nutbar church are lunatics. I am embarrassed to have them as members of our species.