Monthly Archives: February 2009

You don’t get more gangsta than Sean Foreman and Nathaniel Motte

My son, via his sister, started making me listen to 3oh!3.  Now, ya gotta understand from the get-go, I hate gangsta.  I hate every single thing about it.  When it’s not disgusting me, it’s boring me.  If you can’t sing, rap.  If you can’t rap, gangsta.  All you have to do is borrow every cliche about prison life and poof,… (more…)

Lily Allen can’t buy condoms?

Ok, here’s the teaser: Lily Allen Says Fame Keeps Her From Buying Contraception First she complains that she can’t go to the drugstore and buy condoms.  THEN she talks about not having a boyfriend. In my world, the guys usually know to be prepared.  Even if you don’t necessarily want to use it, have it as a backup.  Second, she… (more…)

Beetlejuice and The Joker?

I knew there something kinda familiar about The Joker:

Too Hot for the Super Bowl?

We’ve been down this road before.  A boob is exposed during a game exploiting broken bones and guys grabbing each others butts for any given reason, the world is aghast.  This is this year’s version of the Janet Jackson nipple slip: ‘Veggie Love’: PETA’s Banned Super Bowl Ad NBC decided it was too racy and suggested PETA remove all references… (more…)

Inkheart

Had to see Inkheart this weekend.  Not so much because it’s yet another in a strange line of “telling stories that suddenly come true” genre over the last few months, but because I’ve always enjoyed Brendan Fraser. Think about it: Amazon.com Widgets Now, that being said, this ain’t no Blast from the Past or George of the Jungle. Fraser’s gone… (more…)

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