OBL is not a Bush victory

It seems we’ve all forgotten this little quote Dubya made on 3/13/2002.

“I don’t know where bin Laden is. I have no idea and really don’t care. It’s not that important. It’s not our priority.”

So there.

When Harry Met Sally 2

From the minds of Funny or Die!

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When Harry Met Sally 2 with Billy Crystal & Helen Mirren from Billy Crystal

Revisiting the Buffyverse

Thanks to Netflix, I am rewatching Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Aside from the late-90s production values and fashions, the episodes hold up amazingly well.

Another fringe benefit is the chance to ogle Alyson Hannigan. As you can see from this photo, that’s a good thing.

Back on the WP.com

As you can probably tell, I’ve migrated The Bourbon Asylum back to WordPress. I do this because I’m blogging more over at Agnostic Whovian, my Doctor Who blog. I’ll still write here occasionally but the bulk of the updates will be over there.

Return From The Precipice…

This is pretty much how it looked these last few days.

If you happened to notice that this blog has been offline for the last couple of days… well… I thank you. But we’re back online now and we’ll be getting back to normal operations.

Soon.

Change, my dear…

In the coming weeks, I’m going to be transitioning this blog to a new website, new look, and new purpose.  It’s something more akin to my true nature and one that, hopefully, will bring a new audience to our parts.

More news as it comes but, for now, here’s a little hint as to what direction I’m taking.

Comprehension

Far be it from me to talk more about political matters or things that are going on in the real world but I was struck by something that Libya’s horrid dictator benevolent leader of choice Mummar Qaddafi said.

“I will die as a martyr at the end,” the dictator said defiantly…

Say what you will but, at least, he understands the qualifications.

What I'm Reading Now: Griftopia

One of my New Year’s resolutions was to stop obsessing about politics. There’s nothing better than to get all hepped about about which Republican is doing this, which Democrat is bending over that, and why the fuck Middle America is so ignorant. It was doing nothing except getting my blood pressure boiling and I ain’t got time for that insanity.

Sadly, I’ve fallen off the wagon as I’m currently racing through Matt Taibbi’s Griftopia. Taibbi traces the history of Big Business’s takeover of our country. Long time readers (both of you) will know how much I like referring to George Carlin’s routine on why America sucks. Well, with  Taibbi as your tour guide, you’ll see how the game was rigged, jigged, and stacked against decent, honest folks like you and me. Watch as your country succumbs to the iron law of oligarchy. Thrills! Chills! And assholes aplenty!

Freaked and Geeked

One of the most underrated movies out there, in my never humble opinion, is Alex Winter’s fantastic, Freaked. Co-written and co-directed by Winters, this carny house of film is smart, scatalogical, whipped cream.

If Winters looks at all familiar to you, that’s probably because you recognize him as Marko from The Lost Boys. Well, that and he played Bill S. Preston to Keanu Reeves’ Ted “Theodore” Logan in the Bill & Ted movies. While Reeves has gone on to bigger movies, Winters is hardly the Andrew Ridgely of the twosome. A quick scan of his IMDB profile shows he’s not racing cars and banging one of the chicks from Bananarama.

The plot is cake: three folks head out on the road and end up as sideshow freaks on a farm run by an insane carnival barker and scientist, played with a maniacal excellence by Randy Quaid. Mr. T, Bobcat Goldthwait, Brooke Shields, and Reeves in an uncredited role. There’s action. There’s comedy. There’s a pair of ocular Rastafarian guards named Eye & Eye.

Just enjoy this trailer. Or else.

My advice, chums, is to track this movie down. And for more of what Alex Winter is doing these days, take a gander at this interview from Icon vs. Icon.

Get your freak on.

Whot?

And now, I have to tell you….my Commodore 64 quivers in the corner behind me. It hasn’t eaten in such a very long time. And it craves the human soul.

Dark, it is. Scary, too. I go out day after day and lure the unknowing to become the unwilling sacrifice. They do not go quietly and the Commodore does kill with…finesse. I fear the day when, unable to bring the feeble of mind and lax of soul back with me, I must face the gaping maw of its undesirable desires. When I enter the decadent hole that is the C64, only then will I know true madness.

I watched it kill once. It had a horrific orifice lined with teeth, with several tongues licking and throbbing about. Large tentacles thrashed and lifted the poor lady I’d conned into being sacrificed. I haven’t slept well since then. But at least I have the option, which is more than I can say for her.

Later, when I wept, I could hear it humming contentedly. Almost laughed, that horrid piece of machinery did.

I don’t know why I’ve broken down and decided to tell somebody about this. Maybe it’s a cry for help. Maybe not.

Would you like to come over to the house someday and meet it???