For some reason, these are posting at odd times and dates...
the hell?
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Rhythm
Bear with me today...this might be a bit of a ramble.
I was thinking about this last night as I fell asleep, and thought I'd put it down before it evaporated. The more I get used to pouring things out on electrons here, the more I have to, because my head just pushes it out on it's own now.
Stupid head.
Regardless, rhythm.
If you know me, and none of you do, you might notice that I drum incessantly on every available surface. Car wheel, legs, desk, people, etc. If I'm not drumming I'm tapping my fingers, or feet, or something.
True, a great deal of that probably has something to do with the massive amounts of caffeine I consume on a daily basis, but, and this is why this came up in mah brain, I think I hear things differently.
Take this example. For a few years now, there's a fan running while I sleep. That goes back all the way to college, when sleeping in my 2ND floor, greatest room ever created, apartment, I'd swelter in the summer months, so a box fan was a permanent addition to the window frame.
Now, I sleep with a white noise machine. Until that noise machine was turned on, I didn't realize the difference in sleep, because without fan/noise machine, I sleep like a rock.
With Fan, I slept fine.
With Machine? I think I die for about 6 hours. Insomnia, good bye!
So I finally figured out the difference.
It's the rhythm of the fan that keeps me awake longer. I hear it, and in my head I'm counting beats, and filling in rolls.
When I was a kid, I decided to go with sax for my instrument of choice, because it seemed the coolest to a kid who thought Springsteen and through him The Big Man, was a god. I still stuck around and fooled around with the drums a bit though, every chance I got. Knowing how loud I am on a normal basis, I knew my parents weren't going to fund me on the drums at all, so it just became a sometimes thing...until College.
College I found out the girl across the hall, who was SO god-damned cute, and totally broke my heart, had a bongo drum...and a Guster CD.
Here was a guy, with no formal training, slapping away at a bongo until his hands bled, and I suddenly was drumming allllllll the time and I realized what I'd always been listening to.
Now, if you happen to be driving in the Boston area, and you glance over, and see someone pounding furiously at their steering wheel, It just might be me.
In order to channel this addiction of mine?
Oh hell yes Rock Band.
Oh.
Hell
yes.
I was thinking about this last night as I fell asleep, and thought I'd put it down before it evaporated. The more I get used to pouring things out on electrons here, the more I have to, because my head just pushes it out on it's own now.
Stupid head.
Regardless, rhythm.
If you know me, and none of you do, you might notice that I drum incessantly on every available surface. Car wheel, legs, desk, people, etc. If I'm not drumming I'm tapping my fingers, or feet, or something.
True, a great deal of that probably has something to do with the massive amounts of caffeine I consume on a daily basis, but, and this is why this came up in mah brain, I think I hear things differently.
Take this example. For a few years now, there's a fan running while I sleep. That goes back all the way to college, when sleeping in my 2ND floor, greatest room ever created, apartment, I'd swelter in the summer months, so a box fan was a permanent addition to the window frame.
Now, I sleep with a white noise machine. Until that noise machine was turned on, I didn't realize the difference in sleep, because without fan/noise machine, I sleep like a rock.
With Fan, I slept fine.
With Machine? I think I die for about 6 hours. Insomnia, good bye!
So I finally figured out the difference.
It's the rhythm of the fan that keeps me awake longer. I hear it, and in my head I'm counting beats, and filling in rolls.
When I was a kid, I decided to go with sax for my instrument of choice, because it seemed the coolest to a kid who thought Springsteen and through him The Big Man, was a god. I still stuck around and fooled around with the drums a bit though, every chance I got. Knowing how loud I am on a normal basis, I knew my parents weren't going to fund me on the drums at all, so it just became a sometimes thing...until College.
College I found out the girl across the hall, who was SO god-damned cute, and totally broke my heart, had a bongo drum...and a Guster CD.
Here was a guy, with no formal training, slapping away at a bongo until his hands bled, and I suddenly was drumming allllllll the time and I realized what I'd always been listening to.
Now, if you happen to be driving in the Boston area, and you glance over, and see someone pounding furiously at their steering wheel, It just might be me.
In order to channel this addiction of mine?
Oh hell yes Rock Band.
Oh.
Hell
yes.
Monday, May 05, 2008
Empire Building
And not the one Spider-Man sticks to.
Fareed Zakaria: The Future of American Power
Long as hell, but a great read for history obsessives like myself, who also worry about the future of this tired little nation of ours.
Worth a read if you have a half-hour or so to dedicate to it.
But you don't have to take my word for it. (see below)
Fareed Zakaria: The Future of American Power
Long as hell, but a great read for history obsessives like myself, who also worry about the future of this tired little nation of ours.
Worth a read if you have a half-hour or so to dedicate to it.
But you don't have to take my word for it. (see below)
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
People Watching.
Yes, people watching. You see a Latin quote and you think I'm going to have this in-depth profound post? Not so much. Sorry to disappoint. Next time I'll do a lecture on why Iago is the true protagonist of Othello, and how his lack of anything approaching morals makes him one of the most dynamic characters in the Bard's folio.
Bygones, on to the meat of the matter.
When I say people watching I'm not talking creepy surveillance methods, like a stakeout, or what-not, but the act of going to a very public place like a park, and just observing the people around you doing people-like things.
I remember one particular instance of such activity, in college, that was one of those days you remember for a long long time. Perfect weather, just warm enough to be outside and laying on the lawn, and throngs of people walking by, stopping to talk, and interacting all in plain view. My girlfriend at the time and I skipped our morning class to get breakfast in town, and came back to the lawn next to the campus center of school (20,000+ undergrads = lots of people to watch), and we proceeded to sit there for the full day. We talked, ate, and had friends stop and join us for different lengths of time throughout, and we all had an ongoing discussion about the people strolling by.
A great deal of it was just silent appraisal of how people walk, fashion trends, backpacks, etc. Another chunk dealt with making fun of acquaintances and friends as they passed us, unaware that we were there. The majority was just straight observation, noticing faces, expressions, and the distinct differences between people.
Faces are one of the most fascinating things on earth. You know your own well enough, yet your mental image of what you look like is slightly skewed, which is made apparent anytime you pass a mirror and that first second is slightly odd. Seeing people walk by you without them knowing that you're there, (in public remember, I'm not talking creepy shit.), a lot of time they have their guard down, and you can see them for who they really are.
The reason I'm mentioning all this is because I've had a full people watching weekend. I went to two Sox games, on Saturday and on Sunday, and passing through the crowds on the T and at Kenmore gives one plenty of ammo.
A few key moments stand out.
The homeless man who always says:
silently sitting on the subway reading the Weekly Dig Crossword puzzle.
Another homeless man with a sign that stated, "All I need is money for a case of beer and a hooker."
The tiny Asian woman who was stuck in front of me for the rush for the Kenmore train who thanked me in broken English for not running her over.
The woman on the redline who used a fabric marker to draw an intricate symbol from her wrist to the inside of her elbow for nearly 10 minutes as we were stuck between stations.
The little beanhead (translation, tiny kid.) who played peek-a-boo with a very patient dog.
And the kid who might have been 13, who was covered with Guns N Roses stuff. THAT was awesome.
and so many more.
We're one of the only species on the earth that can watch each other for not other reason than to just take a look, to empathise, to try to feel what it's like to be someone else, if just for a moment.
It's well worth the time.
Yes, people watching. You see a Latin quote and you think I'm going to have this in-depth profound post? Not so much. Sorry to disappoint. Next time I'll do a lecture on why Iago is the true protagonist of Othello, and how his lack of anything approaching morals makes him one of the most dynamic characters in the Bard's folio.
Bygones, on to the meat of the matter.
When I say people watching I'm not talking creepy surveillance methods, like a stakeout, or what-not, but the act of going to a very public place like a park, and just observing the people around you doing people-like things.
I remember one particular instance of such activity, in college, that was one of those days you remember for a long long time. Perfect weather, just warm enough to be outside and laying on the lawn, and throngs of people walking by, stopping to talk, and interacting all in plain view. My girlfriend at the time and I skipped our morning class to get breakfast in town, and came back to the lawn next to the campus center of school (20,000+ undergrads = lots of people to watch), and we proceeded to sit there for the full day. We talked, ate, and had friends stop and join us for different lengths of time throughout, and we all had an ongoing discussion about the people strolling by.
A great deal of it was just silent appraisal of how people walk, fashion trends, backpacks, etc. Another chunk dealt with making fun of acquaintances and friends as they passed us, unaware that we were there. The majority was just straight observation, noticing faces, expressions, and the distinct differences between people.
Faces are one of the most fascinating things on earth. You know your own well enough, yet your mental image of what you look like is slightly skewed, which is made apparent anytime you pass a mirror and that first second is slightly odd. Seeing people walk by you without them knowing that you're there, (in public remember, I'm not talking creepy shit.), a lot of time they have their guard down, and you can see them for who they really are.
The reason I'm mentioning all this is because I've had a full people watching weekend. I went to two Sox games, on Saturday and on Sunday, and passing through the crowds on the T and at Kenmore gives one plenty of ammo.
A few key moments stand out.
The homeless man who always says:
DO YOU HAPPPEN TO HAAAAAVE ANNNNNY SPARRRRRRRRE CHANNNNNNNNNNGE?
silently sitting on the subway reading the Weekly Dig Crossword puzzle.
Another homeless man with a sign that stated, "All I need is money for a case of beer and a hooker."
The tiny Asian woman who was stuck in front of me for the rush for the Kenmore train who thanked me in broken English for not running her over.
The woman on the redline who used a fabric marker to draw an intricate symbol from her wrist to the inside of her elbow for nearly 10 minutes as we were stuck between stations.
The little beanhead (translation, tiny kid.) who played peek-a-boo with a very patient dog.
And the kid who might have been 13, who was covered with Guns N Roses stuff. THAT was awesome.
and so many more.
We're one of the only species on the earth that can watch each other for not other reason than to just take a look, to empathise, to try to feel what it's like to be someone else, if just for a moment.
It's well worth the time.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Coffy.....Two sugars...and a SHOTGUN, MOTHAFUCKA.
Click here...dammit
Alright, I'll admit it. My movie watching prowess, as amazing as it may be, does not include a great deal of blacksploitation films of the 70's. I did not realize how horrible a mistake that was until last night, I stumbled on Coffy.
I've had pretty awesome insomnia lately, so when I'm still awake at 1am, trying to write, and I find a movie about a stunningly beautiful woman who decides to kill every drug dealer near her, I stopped for a moment. When it became obvious that the director wanted to use any excuse to have the female leads accidentally have their bjoobs pop out?
Well, I was intrigued.
You come to me with the DVD of Wonder Boys, that's a guaranteed viewing.
You come to me with a 70's era movie about drugs and a liberal use of the word motherfucker, and I'm intrigued.
You come to me with a movie about a crazy woman with an afro, a shotgun, and her ability to lose her clothing...I'm making popcorn right then.
Now, I do have a tendency to enjoy movies that are outright terrible...BECAUSE they're terrible (see: The Warriors, Xanadu, and the best dude movie ever, The Tao of Steve), and this one is no exception. It's outright horrid, and yet great at the same time.
I say rent the bad boy, pop it in, and then sit back and wonder what the fuck my parents generation was thinking when they decided to wear a yellow jumpsuit with matching cape. Slight warning, there's a liberal amount of man camel toe in this film...just an FYI.
I'm going to go try to go to bed. I'm sure I'll end up staring at the ceiling for another five hours so here's hoping there's something as bad on tonight.
Insomnia blows.
F
Y
I.
Alright, I'll admit it. My movie watching prowess, as amazing as it may be, does not include a great deal of blacksploitation films of the 70's. I did not realize how horrible a mistake that was until last night, I stumbled on Coffy.
I've had pretty awesome insomnia lately, so when I'm still awake at 1am, trying to write, and I find a movie about a stunningly beautiful woman who decides to kill every drug dealer near her, I stopped for a moment. When it became obvious that the director wanted to use any excuse to have the female leads accidentally have their bjoobs pop out?
Well, I was intrigued.
You come to me with the DVD of Wonder Boys, that's a guaranteed viewing.
You come to me with a 70's era movie about drugs and a liberal use of the word motherfucker, and I'm intrigued.
You come to me with a movie about a crazy woman with an afro, a shotgun, and her ability to lose her clothing...I'm making popcorn right then.
Now, I do have a tendency to enjoy movies that are outright terrible...BECAUSE they're terrible (see: The Warriors, Xanadu, and the best dude movie ever, The Tao of Steve), and this one is no exception. It's outright horrid, and yet great at the same time.
I say rent the bad boy, pop it in, and then sit back and wonder what the fuck my parents generation was thinking when they decided to wear a yellow jumpsuit with matching cape. Slight warning, there's a liberal amount of man camel toe in this film...just an FYI.
I'm going to go try to go to bed. I'm sure I'll end up staring at the ceiling for another five hours so here's hoping there's something as bad on tonight.
Insomnia blows.
F
Y
I.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Unearthing.
Today was interesting.
I read something today, that made me think of some of the old poetry floating in my hard-drive, some of which I have not read or thought about in five years.
I took six writing courses in college, and my poetry became the focal point for me nearly immediately. The majority of it was about childhood, relationships, old memories, and the like. Things that had been shaking about in my brain for years without any real way to be expressed suddenly had a way out.
The best part? I had an automatic audience (unlike this blog) in all my classes, as we work-shopped each others pieces. We also had a few regular readings in local bookstores and coffee shops (yes, yes, i know. Hipster Heaven.)
Anyway, I found out two things about my writing in short order. The first was that my heartfelt pieces, about my girlfriend at the time, or about my parents, or pretty much about anything slightly wistful was a crowd pleaser.
The second, was that as my writing style matured, I greatly preferred writing stuff that was more of the...well fuck it. Here.
Ok, so it lacks something without being read out loud. Still, a few classmates and I soon realized that writing something that made the audience go "huh?" was way more fun than writing something that made the audience go "hmmm.." At one point, one of the guys in my class composed a poem on the back of his notebook AT a reading. The title? "Composed on the back of my notebook during this reading," or some such thing. It also stopped in mid sentence, as he ran out of room.
God those were fun.
Anyway, re-reading these is like going back in time and looking at how my mind processed information back then.
It's an odd feeling, as it's been quite awhile since I've written a poem.
Now to see if I can still do it.
I read something today, that made me think of some of the old poetry floating in my hard-drive, some of which I have not read or thought about in five years.
I took six writing courses in college, and my poetry became the focal point for me nearly immediately. The majority of it was about childhood, relationships, old memories, and the like. Things that had been shaking about in my brain for years without any real way to be expressed suddenly had a way out.
The best part? I had an automatic audience (unlike this blog) in all my classes, as we work-shopped each others pieces. We also had a few regular readings in local bookstores and coffee shops (yes, yes, i know. Hipster Heaven.)
Anyway, I found out two things about my writing in short order. The first was that my heartfelt pieces, about my girlfriend at the time, or about my parents, or pretty much about anything slightly wistful was a crowd pleaser.
The second, was that as my writing style matured, I greatly preferred writing stuff that was more of the...well fuck it. Here.
Oh you JUST missed him!
Dear god, I know I really don’t pray all that much but if you can get me through this I would be really thankful. Maybe I’d even start going to church ag...
oh.
He’s not in.
No, no message. Thanks.
Ok, so it lacks something without being read out loud. Still, a few classmates and I soon realized that writing something that made the audience go "huh?" was way more fun than writing something that made the audience go "hmmm.." At one point, one of the guys in my class composed a poem on the back of his notebook AT a reading. The title? "Composed on the back of my notebook during this reading," or some such thing. It also stopped in mid sentence, as he ran out of room.
God those were fun.
Anyway, re-reading these is like going back in time and looking at how my mind processed information back then.
It's an odd feeling, as it's been quite awhile since I've written a poem.
Now to see if I can still do it.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Cant...Stop...Posting...
I just realized the first episode of the new season is on my dvr.
Oh hell yes.
I love *beeping* whatever the amount!
I know I exaggerate alot, and pretty much everything I say is the greatest thing I've ever seen, blah blah blah.
It's how I talk, fuck you.
Regardless? This really is the greatest YouTube video ever. I'm glad I finally remembered to post it.
The first time I watched this? I laughed so hard I could not breathe.
Rock,
X-51
It's how I talk, fuck you.
Regardless? This really is the greatest YouTube video ever. I'm glad I finally remembered to post it.
The first time I watched this? I laughed so hard I could not breathe.
Rock,
X-51
BOSTON'S 10TH MAN CANNOT BE WRONG!
Is it wrong that this still gives me goosebumps?
Answer?
Fuck to the no.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Somedays I miss poetry.
Usually when something like this pops up:
I was a poet all through college. Readings, open mics, etc. Life felt more hurried, more dramatic, and more immediate then, and a few printed words helped to encapsulate it well. It also made me popular with the chicks who thought sensitive douchebags were fun to hang out with.
Life lesson? There's always a double meaning.
Regardless, check out the video. It's a pretty remarkable message.
Rock.
X-51.
I was a poet all through college. Readings, open mics, etc. Life felt more hurried, more dramatic, and more immediate then, and a few printed words helped to encapsulate it well. It also made me popular with the chicks who thought sensitive douchebags were fun to hang out with.
Life lesson? There's always a double meaning.
Regardless, check out the video. It's a pretty remarkable message.
Rock.
X-51.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Running, climbing, movies, mascots, singing, soccer moms, not for tourists, Roller Derby, and the Religion of my IPOD set on shuffle.
Yes, yes. There’s been a purge.
Looking back on some past posts, with broken links and rambling accounts of various idiotic occasions, I realized that trying to type and post to a blog while at work is less than ideal for a person’s writing style.
So I’ll give this another go, and actually pay it the attention it deserves. I hope. In reality, I’ll probably post six times and then just fade out slowly like the last six times.
Let’s see, updates…updates…I just signed up for the Harpoon Five miler road race, which 5 years ago I might have stood a chance of being competitive, but now I’ll be lucky to finish in under 35:00. I’m going to give it my all though, unlike the 5K last year where I showed up to run with barely any training, kicked ass on the race itself, and then could barely walk for 3 days after. Un-savory.
Rock climbing should be kicking back in again soon as well, as the local rock gyms have been spamming me with the latest routes for the Quincy Quarries (as seen in the lovely Gone Baby Gone), and with discounts on gear and such. I haven’t been in so long I have no idea how much my hands have weakened, so the first time on rock should be a painful awakening. Also, I have absolutely no fucking clue where my gear is, including the $140 dollar shoes I bought at the end of the season. Son of a fuck.
What else, what else. Got a new gig, working north of the city now, but still in a sales environment. Seems like a fantastic spot to work, friendly peoples, etc. I tend to keep the really personal details off of here, as my internet paranoia still runs deep, so that’s about all you’ll hear on that subject. I will say that the walk to work at my last gig was fantastic, but that it’s kind of refreshing to jump in the car, crank some music, and then sing along totally unselfconsciously, at the top of your lungs, while passing soccer moms who laugh at you into their Dunkin Donuts as they navigate the highways to pick up various brood and meet brazillian wax appointments.
Ipod on shuffle is my new religion. Anything that takes you from Queens of the Stone Age, to Queen, to Neil Diamond, to Samples, to They Might Be Giants in one sitting? Genius.
NFT – where you might have come here from – still continues to be a fantastic side gig, and the editorial staff simply rocks. I worked on editing the NFT Boston 09 book, so anything in there that’s funny, I’d thank them. Anything in there that’s incorrect, blame me. I will stand by my assertion that Yada Yada Café was my workplace oasis, and while I’ve only been gone from that job 3 weeks, I miss it, and the family who ran it like fire. They put my review in their window! How much do they rock?
Going back a bit – Gone Baby Gone, or as I call it, the movie set in my neighborhood, at a bar I go to a lot, with a main character that shares my name, was a great flick. The Afflecks impressed me with their performance and direction respectively, but FUCK what a depressing god damn film. And this is coming from a Dennis Lehane fan. Knowing how the book ends does not prepare you for actually seeing it. It got a bit dusty I will say. Also, seeing a character get shot in my local bar, and then die on the roof of the building I go to for haircuts? Unsettling.
The only other bit of wisdom I’d share with you, my non-existing audience, would be how fucking obsessed I am with this: Boston Derby Dames. Seriously. I’m not being the little fun hipster douchebag who likes something that should by no means be liked. Ever since I watched Rollergirls, on A&E last year: Hot and Smart Chicks on Rollerskates, I’ve been interested in watching relatively hot, bad ass chicks, on rollerskates, kicking each others pierced and tattooed asses. NOTE: While their asses may be tattooed, I highly doubt they are pierced. Just saying.
The next bout is on April 12th, which means I’m missing that one due to being booked all day Saturday with important things like, boozing, eating, and boozing again. Come May 10th bitches, we’re ON. I applied to be a mascot for them if they expand to any other teams, even though my skating ability and my ability to breath underwater are about equal. I could be the lovable mascot who falls down a lot! Hell, I could just put a costume on of myself, with a whiskey bottle in hand. St. Stumbles!
That’s it mon ami. Consider yourselves updated. Keep checking the site for additional radars, blurbs, and random warblings from my end, and feel free to throw me an email. Also, I’m part of a political themed website, so my writings should start showing up there sooner than later as well, and when they do, I’ll share the details.
The typical love, monkeys, and now bears:
Bears. Serious Business.
x-51.
Looking back on some past posts, with broken links and rambling accounts of various idiotic occasions, I realized that trying to type and post to a blog while at work is less than ideal for a person’s writing style.
So I’ll give this another go, and actually pay it the attention it deserves. I hope. In reality, I’ll probably post six times and then just fade out slowly like the last six times.
Let’s see, updates…updates…I just signed up for the Harpoon Five miler road race, which 5 years ago I might have stood a chance of being competitive, but now I’ll be lucky to finish in under 35:00. I’m going to give it my all though, unlike the 5K last year where I showed up to run with barely any training, kicked ass on the race itself, and then could barely walk for 3 days after. Un-savory.
Rock climbing should be kicking back in again soon as well, as the local rock gyms have been spamming me with the latest routes for the Quincy Quarries (as seen in the lovely Gone Baby Gone), and with discounts on gear and such. I haven’t been in so long I have no idea how much my hands have weakened, so the first time on rock should be a painful awakening. Also, I have absolutely no fucking clue where my gear is, including the $140 dollar shoes I bought at the end of the season. Son of a fuck.
What else, what else. Got a new gig, working north of the city now, but still in a sales environment. Seems like a fantastic spot to work, friendly peoples, etc. I tend to keep the really personal details off of here, as my internet paranoia still runs deep, so that’s about all you’ll hear on that subject. I will say that the walk to work at my last gig was fantastic, but that it’s kind of refreshing to jump in the car, crank some music, and then sing along totally unselfconsciously, at the top of your lungs, while passing soccer moms who laugh at you into their Dunkin Donuts as they navigate the highways to pick up various brood and meet brazillian wax appointments.
Ipod on shuffle is my new religion. Anything that takes you from Queens of the Stone Age, to Queen, to Neil Diamond, to Samples, to They Might Be Giants in one sitting? Genius.
NFT – where you might have come here from – still continues to be a fantastic side gig, and the editorial staff simply rocks. I worked on editing the NFT Boston 09 book, so anything in there that’s funny, I’d thank them. Anything in there that’s incorrect, blame me. I will stand by my assertion that Yada Yada Café was my workplace oasis, and while I’ve only been gone from that job 3 weeks, I miss it, and the family who ran it like fire. They put my review in their window! How much do they rock?
Going back a bit – Gone Baby Gone, or as I call it, the movie set in my neighborhood, at a bar I go to a lot, with a main character that shares my name, was a great flick. The Afflecks impressed me with their performance and direction respectively, but FUCK what a depressing god damn film. And this is coming from a Dennis Lehane fan. Knowing how the book ends does not prepare you for actually seeing it. It got a bit dusty I will say. Also, seeing a character get shot in my local bar, and then die on the roof of the building I go to for haircuts? Unsettling.
The only other bit of wisdom I’d share with you, my non-existing audience, would be how fucking obsessed I am with this: Boston Derby Dames. Seriously. I’m not being the little fun hipster douchebag who likes something that should by no means be liked. Ever since I watched Rollergirls, on A&E last year: Hot and Smart Chicks on Rollerskates, I’ve been interested in watching relatively hot, bad ass chicks, on rollerskates, kicking each others pierced and tattooed asses. NOTE: While their asses may be tattooed, I highly doubt they are pierced. Just saying.
The next bout is on April 12th, which means I’m missing that one due to being booked all day Saturday with important things like, boozing, eating, and boozing again. Come May 10th bitches, we’re ON. I applied to be a mascot for them if they expand to any other teams, even though my skating ability and my ability to breath underwater are about equal. I could be the lovable mascot who falls down a lot! Hell, I could just put a costume on of myself, with a whiskey bottle in hand. St. Stumbles!
That’s it mon ami. Consider yourselves updated. Keep checking the site for additional radars, blurbs, and random warblings from my end, and feel free to throw me an email. Also, I’m part of a political themed website, so my writings should start showing up there sooner than later as well, and when they do, I’ll share the details.
The typical love, monkeys, and now bears:
Bears. Serious Business.
x-51.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Wii-tarded
Damn it Nintendo.
StarTropics was just released, and now I'm all fucking addicted to it all over again.
I thought I'd quit that damn thing back in fucking 8th grade. DAMN YOU NINTENDO AND YOUR DELICIOUS OFFERINGS OF FUNTIMEGAMEYNESS.
StarTropics was just released, and now I'm all fucking addicted to it all over again.
I thought I'd quit that damn thing back in fucking 8th grade. DAMN YOU NINTENDO AND YOUR DELICIOUS OFFERINGS OF FUNTIMEGAMEYNESS.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
15 hours.
I slept for 15 hours yesterday. Woke up, grabbed a burrito that the Mrs. Crat brought home for me, devoured it while watching Biggest Loser, and went back to bed.
Eating while watching Biggest Loser is fantastic by the way. You just sit there all bloated and full and content and watch these people work their asses off to get healthy. Of course, it's easy for me to say this, as I was born with the metabolism of a sugar addicted, ADD inflicted squirrel, so I could probably eat a small cow with no ill effects.
Anyway, the reason I slept yesterday is because I was on a trip this weekend, and cannot for the life of me sleep in hotel rooms alone.
I'm not sure if it's the mind-crushingly boring loneliness of them, or the fact that when I recall them from a few years back, you could typically sit there and just cruise a few movie channels and chill out with some HBO.
Now it's all pay per view - 8 bucks for this brand new movie bullshit. I just want to see some second rate crap film man, not Spider-Man 3. Oh wait, same thing. ZINGAH!
Hotel rooms alone are like prison. Throw in a few flights, and some business stuff, and you see why I was bone-crushingly exhausted.
Also, and this is a bitch of a thing, my stomach has been weaker than Andy Dick in a fight against Jon Lovitz lately. I used to get travel sick if I hadn't eaten anything before going on a drive or a flight, but that hasn't happened in years. Now with my new weak wristed excuse for a digestion system, I was terrified that I'd have a mid-air incident of projectile.
For instance - at my buddy's pre wedding ceremony golf outing, I ate a bagel with some mildly sun drenched and nasty cream cheese, and puked for hours. I mean, come on! I came home from a sox game, and after eating some peanuts and sausages, felt like I was going to die for 3 hours. I used to do shots of hot sauce at my college job people! Why is my stomach so pissed at me?
These are the things that plague me, dear reader (readers if anyone is here to see what the nutbag with the green hat on NFT is talking about).
I do highly suggest a 15 hour nap now and again. I had the most FUCKED dreams, and they were epic. Days worth of randomness, that in reality was probably contained in small 15 minute bouts. Enough of this though. I'm heading home. JAPANESE FOOD PLZ.
Eating while watching Biggest Loser is fantastic by the way. You just sit there all bloated and full and content and watch these people work their asses off to get healthy. Of course, it's easy for me to say this, as I was born with the metabolism of a sugar addicted, ADD inflicted squirrel, so I could probably eat a small cow with no ill effects.
Anyway, the reason I slept yesterday is because I was on a trip this weekend, and cannot for the life of me sleep in hotel rooms alone.
I'm not sure if it's the mind-crushingly boring loneliness of them, or the fact that when I recall them from a few years back, you could typically sit there and just cruise a few movie channels and chill out with some HBO.
Now it's all pay per view - 8 bucks for this brand new movie bullshit. I just want to see some second rate crap film man, not Spider-Man 3. Oh wait, same thing. ZINGAH!
Hotel rooms alone are like prison. Throw in a few flights, and some business stuff, and you see why I was bone-crushingly exhausted.
Also, and this is a bitch of a thing, my stomach has been weaker than Andy Dick in a fight against Jon Lovitz lately. I used to get travel sick if I hadn't eaten anything before going on a drive or a flight, but that hasn't happened in years. Now with my new weak wristed excuse for a digestion system, I was terrified that I'd have a mid-air incident of projectile.
For instance - at my buddy's pre wedding ceremony golf outing, I ate a bagel with some mildly sun drenched and nasty cream cheese, and puked for hours. I mean, come on! I came home from a sox game, and after eating some peanuts and sausages, felt like I was going to die for 3 hours. I used to do shots of hot sauce at my college job people! Why is my stomach so pissed at me?
These are the things that plague me, dear reader (readers if anyone is here to see what the nutbag with the green hat on NFT is talking about).
I do highly suggest a 15 hour nap now and again. I had the most FUCKED dreams, and they were epic. Days worth of randomness, that in reality was probably contained in small 15 minute bouts. Enough of this though. I'm heading home. JAPANESE FOOD PLZ.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Hi NFT'ers.
Well, my bio popped up on the NFT website, so I might have more than 1 reader in the next few weeks.
This is me waving to you.
This is me waving to you.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Faced.
On a side note - I just checked the movie list.
I'm currently at 1132. That's 132 more than Mr. Notalentclown on Jeopardy wanted to get to.
Suck it junior. You just got FACED.
I'm currently at 1132. That's 132 more than Mr. Notalentclown on Jeopardy wanted to get to.
Suck it junior. You just got FACED.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
IT'S THE FINAL BLOG-DOWN!
DOO DEE DOOO DOOOOOO!
etc.
Hi kids. Missed me? No?
Oh right, no one reads this thing. Oh well.
I've given up on the listing of movies on here, mostly because it's just a pain in the ass to keep reconfiguring the margins. Don't fret pets, as I'm still inhaling them at breakneck speed.
I'm at about 1200, give or take. My goal is to hit 2000 before the Mrs. Infocrat and I start to spawn, and I'm forced to watch Dora the Explorer for 4 hours a day.
The real reason behind my sudden re-emergence into the harsh light of self publication is that I've just been hired as a contributor for the Not For Tourists guides, and I feel a deep need to have something available for my soon to be adoring fans to come visit. Now that I actually might have an audience to support, maybe I can update this thing more than once a quarter?
Doubtful, but we'll try.
Rock on,
X
etc.
Hi kids. Missed me? No?
Oh right, no one reads this thing. Oh well.
I've given up on the listing of movies on here, mostly because it's just a pain in the ass to keep reconfiguring the margins. Don't fret pets, as I'm still inhaling them at breakneck speed.
I'm at about 1200, give or take. My goal is to hit 2000 before the Mrs. Infocrat and I start to spawn, and I'm forced to watch Dora the Explorer for 4 hours a day.
The real reason behind my sudden re-emergence into the harsh light of self publication is that I've just been hired as a contributor for the Not For Tourists guides, and I feel a deep need to have something available for my soon to be adoring fans to come visit. Now that I actually might have an audience to support, maybe I can update this thing more than once a quarter?
Doubtful, but we'll try.
Rock on,
X
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Movies.
What a boring post title.
ah fuck it.
anyway, been a long time since we blogged and rolled kids, but I'm back, and I have a interesting sideblog type idea to add to my time here.
While watching Jeopardy the other night (yes, I know. It's the only thing other than Red Sox and Pats games that I watch with anything approaching regularity) one of the kids mentioned that he had a list of 1001 movies to watch before he died.
What a fantastic idea, I thought to myself. I should do that, seeing as I watch movies like it's my real job.
So I've decided to list all the movies I've ever seen here. Get a total, and then try to get to 5000.
Why 5000? Because fuck that low aiming kid on Jeopardy.
As it stands, I'm sure I've seen in the neighborhood of at least 1000. I mean, I've watched tons of them, all the time, since I was a kid.
Still, this needs some ground rules.
1. movies that I kinda recall seeing in the background while I was doing something? Not counted
2. Movies I saw 15 years ago, and don't remember at all? right out.
3. Movies I've seen bits and pieces of, but never the entire thing - also not counted.
That should be enough.
So, I'll get a list going, and update every once in awhile when I've got more to add.
Here we go:
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!!!!!
ah fuck it.
anyway, been a long time since we blogged and rolled kids, but I'm back, and I have a interesting sideblog type idea to add to my time here.
While watching Jeopardy the other night (yes, I know. It's the only thing other than Red Sox and Pats games that I watch with anything approaching regularity) one of the kids mentioned that he had a list of 1001 movies to watch before he died.
What a fantastic idea, I thought to myself. I should do that, seeing as I watch movies like it's my real job.
So I've decided to list all the movies I've ever seen here. Get a total, and then try to get to 5000.
Why 5000? Because fuck that low aiming kid on Jeopardy.
As it stands, I'm sure I've seen in the neighborhood of at least 1000. I mean, I've watched tons of them, all the time, since I was a kid.
Still, this needs some ground rules.
1. movies that I kinda recall seeing in the background while I was doing something? Not counted
2. Movies I saw 15 years ago, and don't remember at all? right out.
3. Movies I've seen bits and pieces of, but never the entire thing - also not counted.
That should be enough.
So, I'll get a list going, and update every once in awhile when I've got more to add.
Here we go:
54
300
1984
10 Things I hate about You
16 Candles
28 Days Later
3 O'clock High
40 Year Old Virgin
7 Samurai
8 Mile
A Bug's Life
A Christmas Story
A Clockwork Orange
A Few Good Men
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum
A History of Violence
A Mighty Wind
A Muppet Christmas Carol
A Nightmare on Elm Street
A Perfect Murder
A Scanner Darkly
A Simple Plan
A Time To Kill
About a Boy
About Schmidt
Ace Ventura: Pet Detective
Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls
Adaptation
AI
Air Force One
Airheads
Airplane
Aladdin
Alice in Wonderland
Alien
Alien 3
Aliens
Aliens Vs. Predator
All About the Benjamins
All The President's Men
Almost Famous
Along Came Polly
Amazon Women On the Moon
American Beauty
American Pie
American Pie 2
American Psycho
American Splendor
American Wedding
An American Tail
An American Werewolf in London
An American Werewolf in Paris
Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy
Animal Farm
Animal House
Anna and the King
Antitrust
Apocolypse Now
Apollo 13
Apt Pupil
Arachnophobia
Army of Darkness
Arthur
Assassins
Austin Powers In Goldmember
Austin Powers in The Spy who Shagged me
Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery
Babe
Bachelor Party
Back To School
Back to the Future
Back to the Future 2
Back to the Future 3
Backdraft
Bambi
Band Of Brothers (mini-series)
Barbershop
BASEketball
Batman
Batman & Robin
Batman Begins
Batman Forever
Batman Returns
Bats
Batteries Not Included
Beastmaster
Beautiful Girls
Beauty and the Beast
Beetlejuice
Before Sunrise
Being John Malkovitch
Best in Show
Best of the Best
Better Off Dead
Beverly Hills Cop
Big
Big Daddy
Big Fish
Big Top Pee-Wee
Big Trouble In Little China
Bill And Ted's Bogus Journey
Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure
Billy Madison
Biloxi Blues
Bird on a Wire
Black Hawk Down
Blade
Blade II
Blade Runner
Blade Trinity
Blind Date
Bloodsport
Blow
Boomerang
Borat
Bordello of Blood
Boys Don't Cry
Boys on the Side
Bram Stoker's Dracula
Braveheart
Brazil
Breakfast at Tiffany's
Breakfast Club
Breakfast of Champions
Breakin
Brick
Bridget Jones' Diary
Bring It On
Bringing Down The House
Brokeback Mountain
Bruce Almighty
Bubba Ho-tep
Buried Alive
Cabin Boy
Cabin Fever
Cadallic Man
Caddyshack
Caddyshack 2
Camp
Candyman
Can't Hardly Wait
Cape Fear
Capote
Carrie
Cars
Casino
Cast Away
Catch-22
Charlies Angels
Chasing Amy
Cherry 2000
Chicago
Child's Play
Child's Play 2
Child's Play 3
Christine
Chuck and Buck
Cinderella
City Hall
City of Angels
City Slickers
Clash of the Titans
Clear and Present Danger
Clerks
Clerks II
Cloak And Dagger
Close Encounters of the Third Kind
Clue
Collerateral
Coming Home
Coming to America
Commando
Con Air
Conan The Barbarian
Conan The Destroyer
Confessions of A Dangerous Mind
Constantine
CopyCat
Corky Romano
Corpse Bride
Crash
Crazy/Beautiful
Creepshow
Creepshow II
Critters
Critters 2
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
Cube
Cujo
Cuttthoat Island
Cyborg
Dancer in the Dark
Dances with Wolves
Daredevil
Dark City
Darkman
Das Boot
Dawn of the Dead
Day of the Dead
Dazed and Confused
Dead Man Walking
Dead Poet's Society
Death Becomes Her
Death to Smoochy
Death Warrant
Deep Blue Sea
Defending Your Life
Deliverance
De-Lovely
Delta Force
Demolition Man
Demon Knight
Desperado
Deuce Bigelow, Male Gigolo
Dick Tracy
Die Another Day
Die Hard
Die Hard 2
Die Hard With A Vengence
Dirty Dancing
Disclosure
Dodgeball
Dog Day Afternoon
Dogma
Dolores Clairborne
Donnie Darko
Doom
Double Impact
Double Jeopardy
Dr. Strangelove
Dracula 2000
Dragnet
Dragon
Dragonheart
Dreamcatcher
Dumb and Dumber
Dune
Dutch
E.T.
Election
Elf
Elizabeth
Emmet Otter's Jug Band Christmas
Empire Records
Enemy at the Gates
Enemy Mine
Enemy of the State
Enter the Dragon
Equilibrum
Erik The Viking
Ernest Goes to Camp
Ernest Goes to Jail
Ernest: Scared Stupid
Escape from New York
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Event Horizon
Evil Dead
Evil Dead II
Evita
Excalibur
eXistenZ
Explorers
Eyes Wide Shut
Failure to Launch
Falling Down
Farhenheit 9/11
Fast Getaway
Fast Times at Ridgemont High
Father of the Bride
Fear
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Fever Pitch
Field of Dreams
Fight Club
Final Fantasy: Advent Children
Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within
Finding Nemo
Finding Neverland
Flatliners
Fletch
Flight of the Navigator
Follow That Bird
Footloose
Forrest Gump
Fraility
Frankenstein (Branaugh)
Freddy Vs. Jason
Freddy's Dead - The Final Nightmare.
Frequency
Friday the 13th
Friday the 13th 8- Jason Takes Manhatten
Fried Green Tomatoes
Fright Night
From Dusk Til Dawn
From Hell
Full Metal Jacket
Funny Farm
G.I. Joe - The Movie
Gangs of New York
Ghost
Ghost World
Ghostbusters
Ghostbusters II
Ghoulies
Girl Interrupted
Girls Just Want to Have Fun
Gladiator
Godfather
Godfather Part 2
Gods and Monsters
Godzilla 1984
Goldeneye
Goldfinger
Gone in 60 Seconds
Good Morning Vietnam
Good Will Hunting
Goonies
Grand Canyon
Graveyard Shift
Gremlins
Grumpier Old Men
Grumpy Old Men
Guardian
Gung Ho
Hackers
Hackers
Hair
Halloween
Hamlet (Branaugh)
Hamlet (Gibson)
Hamlet (Hawke)
Hannibal
Happy Gilmore
Hard To Kill
Harold and Kumar go to White Castle
Harry and the Hendersons
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Haunted Honeymoon
Hearts in Atlantis
Heat
Heathers
Heavy Metal
Heist
Hellboy
Hercules
Hero and the Terror
Hideaway
High Fidelity
High Tension
Highlander
Highlander II
History of the World: Part 1
Holes
Home Alone
Home for the Holidays
Honey I blew up the kid
Honey I shrunk the kids
Hook
Hoosiers
Hot Pursuit
Hot Shots
Hot Shots part Deux
Hotel Rwanda
House 2
House of 1000 Corpses
House of Flying Daggers
How High
How to lose a guy in 10 Days
Howard the Duck
Hudson Hawk
Hulk
Hunk
Hustle & Flow
I Know What you did Last Summer
Ice Age
Identity
If Lucy Fell
Igby Goes Down
In & Out
In Dreams
In the Bedroom
In the Mouth of Madness
Independence Day
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
Innerspace
Insomnia
Interview With the Vampire
It
Jackass
Jackass II
Jack's Back
Jacob's Ladder
Jaws
Jaws 4
Jaws II
Jaws III-D
Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back
Jerry Maguire
Jesus Christ Superstar
JFK
Joe Vs. The Volcano
Joy Ride
Judge Dredd
Jurassic Park
Jurassic Park: The Lost World
Just Married
Keeping the Faith
Kentucky Fried Movie
Kickboxer
Kill Bill vol. 1
Kill Bill vol. 2
Kindergarden Cop
King Kong
King Ralph
Kingdom of Heaven
Kinsey
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Kiss of the Dragon
Kiss The Girls
Krull
Kuffs
L.A. Confidential
La Bamba
La Femme Nikita
Labryinth
Lake Placid
Leaving Las Vegas
Legally Blonde
Legend
Lethal Weapon
Lethal Weapon 2
Lethal Weapon 3
Lethal Weapon 4
Liar Liar
License To Drive
Life As A House
Life Stinks
Lilo and Stitch
Lionheart
Little Miss Sunshine
Little Nikita
Little Shop of Horrors
Loaded Weapon 1
Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrells
Look who's Talking
Look who's Talking Too
Lord of Illusions
Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
Lost in Translation
Love Actually
Love Potion no. 9
Mad Max
Mallrats
Man on Fire
Man on the Moon
Manhunter
Mannequin
March of the Penguins
Marked for Death
Mars Attacks
Mask
Masters of the Universe
May
Me, Myself, & Irene
Mean Girls
Meet the Parents
Memento
Memoirs of an Invisible Man
Men in Black
Men in Black 2
Michael Collins
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
Midnight Madness
Milk Money
Milo and Otis
Mimic
Minority Report
Miracle
Misery
Miss Congeniality
Mission Impossible
Mission Impossible II
Mission Impossible III
Mission To Mars
Monster
Monster Squad
Monsters Inc
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Monty Python's Life Of Brian
Mortal Kombat
Mortal Kombat II
Moulin Rouge
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Mr. Deeds (remake)
Mulan
Mulholland Drive
Munich
Muppet Treasure Island
Muppets From Space
Murderball
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
My Blue Heaven
My Cousin Vinny
My Girl
My Pet Monster
Mystic River
Naked Gun
Naked Gun 2 1/2
Naked Gun 33 and 1/3
National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation
National Lampoon's European Vacation
National Lampoon's Vacation
Needful Things
Never Been Kissed
Night of the Living Dead
Nighthawks
Nine Months
Not Another Teen Movie
Notting Hill
O Brother Where Art Thou?
Oceans 11
Oceans 12
Of Mice and Men
Office Space
Old School
One Crazy Summer
One Flew Over the Cukoo's Nest
One Hour Photo
Orgazmo
Othello
Out Cold
Outbreak
Over the Hedge
Panic Room
ParentHood
Patriot Games
Pearl Harbor
Pee-Wee's Big Adventure
Pet Semetary
Phantoms
Philadelphia
Phone Booth
Pirates of the Carribbean - Dead Man's Chest
Pirates of the Carribbean - The Curse of the Black Pearl
Pitch Black
Planet of the Apes
Planet of the Apes (remake)
Platoon
Point Break
Police Academy
Police Academy 2
Police Academy 3
Police Academy 4
Poltergeist
Popeye
Powder
Predator
Predator 2
Pretty Woman
Primal Fear
Prince of Darkness
Princess Mononoke
Private Parts
Private Resort
Problem Child
Prom Night
Pulp Fiction
Pump up the Volume
Punch Drunk Love
Pure Luck
Rad
Raiders of the Lost Ark
Rainman
Rambo: First Blood
Rambo: First Blood part II
Ransom
Ray
Real Genius
Re-Animator
Red Dawn
Red Dragon
Regarding Henry
Reign of Fire
Reindeer Games
Remember the Titans
Remo Williams: The Adventure Begins
Rent
Repo Man
Resident Evil
Revenge of the Nerds
Richard III
Richochet
Riding in Cars with Boys
Rising Sun
Road to Perdition
Road Trip
Roadhouse
Robin Hood (animated)
Robin Hood: Men In Tights
Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves
Robocop
Robocop 2
Rocky
Rocky IV
Roger and Me
Romeo & Juliet
Romeo Must Die
Ronin
Rosemary's Baby
Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead
Roxanne
Royal Tennenbaums
Run Lola Run
Running Scared
Rushmore
Ruthless People
Salem's Lot
Salem's Lot (2004)
Santa Claus
Saved
Saving Private Ryan
Say Anything
Scary Movie
Scary Movie 2
Schlinder's List
School of Rock
School Ties
Scream
Scream 2
Scream 3
Scrooged
Se7en
Secret Window
Secretary
Shakespeare in Love
Shallow Hal
Shanghai Knights
Shanghai Noon
Shaun of the Dead
She's All That
Shrek
Shrek 2
Sidekicks
Sideways
Signs
Silence of the Lambs
Silent Hill
Silver Bullet
Simon Birch
Sin City
Sister Act
Six Days, Seven Nights
Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow
Sleepers
Sleeping Beauty
Sleeping with the Enemy
Sleepwalkers
Sliding Doors
Sling Blade
Snakes on a Plane
Snatch
Sneakers
Snow Falling On Cedars
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
So I Married an Axe Murderer
South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut
Space Camp
Spaceballs
Spaced Invaders
Spanglish
Spartan
Spawn
Species
Speed
Spider-man
Spider-man 2
Spies Like Us
Spirited Away
Splash
Spy Game
St. Elmo's Fire
Stand By Me
Star Wars: Episode 1, The Phantom Menace
Star Wars: Episode 2, The Attack of the Clones
Star Wars: Episode 3, The Revenge of the Sith
Star Wars: Episode 4, A New Hope
Star Wars: Episode 5, The Empire Strikes Back
Star Wars: Episode 6, The Return of the Jedi
Stargate
Starman
Starship Troopers
State And Main
Strange Days
Stripes
Summer of Sam
Summer Rental
Super Mario Brothers
Super Size Me
Super Troopers
Supergirl
Superman
Superman II
Superman III
Superman IV
Superman Returns
Surviving the Game
Swimming Pool
Swingers
Swordfish
Syriana
Tales from the Darkside
Talladega Nights
Tango and Cash
Team America: World Police
Tears of the Sun
Teen Witch
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II
Terminator
Terminator 2: Judgement Day
The Accused
The Addams Family
The American President
The Amityville Horror
The Art of War
The Aviator
The Beach
The Big Chill
The Birdcage
The Blair Witch Project
The Blues Brothers
The Bone Collector
The Boondock Saints
The Bourne Identity
The Bourne Supremacy
The Boy who could Fly
The 'Burbs
The Cell
The Chamber
The China Syndrome
The Chronicles of Riddick
The Cider House Rules
The Client
The Color Purple
The Constant Gardener
The Cooler
The Count of Monte Cristo (remake)
The Crow
The Crow 2
The Dark Crystal
The Dark Half
The DaVinci Code
The Dead Zone
The Deer Hunter
The Departed
The Devil Wears Prada
The Edge
The Emperor's New Groove
The End of the Affair
The Exorcism of Emily Rose
The Exorcist
The exorcist 2
The Exorcist 3
The Family Stone
The Fantastic Four
The Fast and the Furious
The Fifth Element
The Firm
The Fisher King
The Fly
The Fly
The Fog
The Fog of War
The French Connection
The Freshman
The Fugitive
The Game
The Gate
The Generals Daughter
The Getaway
The Ghost and the Darkness
The Gift
The Great Gatsby
The Great Outdoors
The Green Mile
The Hand that Rocks the Cradle
The Haunting
The Hobbit
The Hours
The House on Haunted Hill
The Howling
The Hunt for Red October
The Hurricane
The Ice Storm
The Incredible Journey
The Incredibles
The Interpreter
The Island of Dr. Moreau
The Italian Job (remake)
The Jerk
The Karate Kid
The Karate Kid part 2
The Langoliers
The Last Starfighter
The Lawnmower Man
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
The Lion King
The Little Mermaid
The Lost Boys
The Machinist
The Man with the Screaming Brains
The Mask
The Matador
The Matrix
The Matrix Reloaded
The Matrix Revolutions
The Midnight Hour
The Money Pit
The Muppet Movie
The Negotiator
The Neverending Story
The Neverending Story Part 2
The Ninth Gate
The Object of My Affection
The Others
The Outsiders
The Passion of the Christ
The Patriot
The Peanut Butter Solution
The People Under the Stairs
The Perfect Storm
The Pianist
The Prestige
The Princess Bride
The Producers (musical)
The Professional
The Punisher
The Quest
The Quiet American
The Recruit
The Ref
The Ring
The River Wild
The Rock
The Rules of Attraction
The Rundown
The Running Man
The Saint
The Santa Clause
The Score
The Secret of Nimh
The Sentinel
The Serpent and the Rainbow
The Shawshank Redemption
The Shining
The Sixth Sense
The Stand
The Sum of All Fears
The Sure Thing
The Tailor of Panama
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (remake)
The Thin Red Line
The Thing
The Thomas Crowne Affair
The Three Amigos
The Three Musketeers
The Transporter
The Truman Show
The Untouchables
The Usual Suspects
The Virgin Suicides
The Warriors
The Waterboy
The Way of the Gun
The Wedding Singer
The Wicker Man
The Wizard
The Wizard of Oz
The World is Not Enough
The X-Files
Thelma And Louise
There's Something about Mary
This Film is Not Yet Rated
This Is Spinal Tap
Three Fugitives
Three Kings
Three Men and a Baby
Throw Momma from the Train
Thunderheart
Timecop
Titantic
To Die For
To Kill A Mockingbird
Tomb Raider
Tombstone
Tommy
Tomorrow Never Dies
Top Gun
Total Recall
Toy Story
Toy Story II
Traffic
Training Day
Trainspotting
Transformers (animated)
Trapped
Tremors
Tron
Troy
Turk 182
Turner and Hooch
Turner And Hooch
Twilight Zone the Movie
Twins
Twister
U-571
Unbreakable
Uncle Buck
Underworld
Unfaithful
Universal Soldier
V for Vendetta
Vampires
Van Helsing
Van Wilder
Vanilla Sky
Varsity Blues
Verticle Limit
Virtuosity
Volcano
Waiting for Guffman
Waking Ned Devine
Walk Like A Man
Walk the Line
Walking Tall
War Games
War of the Worlds
Watchers
Waynes World
Waynes World 2
Wedding Crashers
Weekend At Bernies
Weird Science
Whale Rider
What About Bob?
What Dreams May Come
What's Eating Gilbert Grape?
When Harry Met Sally
While You were Sleeping
White Christmas
White Water Summer
Who Framed Roger Rabbit
Who Killed the Electric Car
Wild Things
Willow
Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory
Witness
Wolf
Wolfen
Wonder Boys
Woodstock
X2: X-men United
X-men
X-Men: The Last Stand
xXx
Young Frankenstein
Young Guns
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!!!!!
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