Our Logic Collapses on the Subatomic Level... Into Ghosts and Shadows

Halloween ain't what it once was for me. I used to get really into it... well... I used to use it as an excuse to get dressed up and go on mini suburban rampages. I admit, I was one of those kids growing up - I could chuck an egg with stunning accuracy. Once college rolled around, I basically lost all interest in Halloween. I didn't like the pressure to dress up, and since I wasn't much of a big-party guy - I preferred to do my drinking with small groups of serious drinkers - I pretty much gave up on it.

However, in my new-found (and moderately disconcerting) suburban lifestyle, I have found some joy in simply staying home and handing out candy. I don't dress up or anything, but I do get a kick out of watching the kids get into it.

That said, the first little reprobate who throws anything at my house is gonna get an assfull of my foot.

Anyway. All of that was a long, dull segue into this week's Pajiba review. I enjoyed writing this more than anything I've written. Hope you enjoy reading it.



Happy Halloween, everyone.

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Listening to: The Misfits - Die, Die My Darling
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HEY!!!!

Because it deserves to be shouted from the fucking rooftops:

Pajiba interviews Kevin Smith.

Yes, that Kevin Smith.

Click here. Do it. Do it NOW.

Once Again Back Is The Incredible...

Couple of quick bits. I'm finally back to writing on the various sites that I continue to over-extend myself on.

If you're interested, I did a post on TMITM, about three bands that tried to change and as a result, became worse for the effort. Click here, please.

And I completed my reviews of the trilogy of “Terror from Underwater!” movies with another personal weekend favorite, Deep Rising. I'd post a picture of the movie poster, but Blogger is being a bastard right now. Fucking jerk.

Anyway, click here for the review.

End of line.

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Listening to: Groove Armada - Madder
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Your dirty sex makes God send hurricanes

This might be the funniest thing currently on the internet.



Brilliant, no? The perfect fuck you to that reactionary pigfucker O'Reilly. But wait, there's more!

See more funny videos at Funny or Die

Wheee!

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Listening to: From Autumn to Ashes - Capeside Rock

So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehen, goodbye

First off, thanks to everyone who was incredibly kind with their words, thoughts and actions over the last few days. It was very appreciated. The funeral was, as can be imagined, probably one of the hardest days of my life - it's difficult to describe how devastated our family is by the loss. I'm not going to write a big emotional piece about it, because it's family stuff and some things aren't for public dissemination. Not to mention, it's simply too painful. But as with all things, it gets a teeny bit easier with each day.

But I'll try to end things on a lighter note:

This morning my mom left, which is always an incredibly difficult, challenging, teary affair. I love my mom so much, and saying goodbye is simply awful. So there we stand, arms wrapped around each other, kisses on the cheek and forehead. And then, it's time for her to go. I give her one last hug, one last kiss on the cheek, and reach down to pick up her luggage for her...

... and split the crotch of my pants.

I shit you not. I am sitting in my office with a four inch rip going right over my junkular region. If you'll excuse me, I need to go pick up some slacks.

Take care everyone.

Rest in peace.

Speechless

I'm going to be out of touch for a while. My aunt, whose family is the only family I have in Massachusetts, passed away suddenly and unexpectedly on Friday. Her family and my sister are the only family I have in the US.

She was also my mother's twin, and obviously we're pretty devastated by this. My sister is flying in on Sunday, and my mom and some other family are flying in from Cape Town later in the week. It's not going to be an easy week, and while I'm always happy to see my mother, the circumstances are quite awful.

Regardless, it goes without saying that this will basically put everything - work, blogging, commenting, movie reviews, the works - on hiatus for a while.

Anyway. Hope everyone is well. I'll catch up with you all later.

And I'm back...

Well, my trip to Denver was spectacularly boring. Basically, it consisted of the following schedule:

6 AM - Wake up
7 AM - Eat gross buffet breakfast
8 AM - Attend sessions on Low-Income Housing Software and Regulatory Changes Affecting It
12 PM - Lunch
1 PM - Back to sessions
4:30 - Go to room, beat head against wall.
4:35 - Go to teeny tiny hotel gym
6:00 -Shower, change
6:30 - Go to bar. Eat sandwich. Drink six beers. Watch baseball. Drunk-dial Mrs. TK.
9:00 - Stumble back to hotel, fall asleep.

Rinse, fucking repeat. Every single day.

Also? While I accept that I saw very little of it, Denver was kind of... dull. Perhaps if I'd had more time.

But, in a shocking turn of events, the travel was completely and utterly uneventful. No repeats of the Salad Dressing Incident, and certainly nothing like the Batteries/Water-Spitting Incident. In fact, my flight back to Boston actually landed early. I feel like either a) it's the karmic wheel finally righting things, or b) it's karma just being a cruel bitch, and a plane is going to crash into my car en route to work or something tomorrow.

The coolest part was definitely when I landed. The Red Sox game was in full swing, and I'm obviously dying to know the score. I bolt off the plane, find my car, turn on the radio and... we're losing.

Balls.

I get in, start driving, get out of the tunnel and... Jason Bay cranks one, and we take the lead! Promptly followed by a text message from my friend Jen (aka the greatest friend in the history of friends) inviting me to game three on Sunday.

Not a bad way to return home.

I did have a review go up on Wednesday, for one of my favorite Shakespeare adaptations, Titus. Click here to read it, if you please.



Also, I just finished watching the VP debate. I loathe Sarah Palin. Loathe. She was so goddamn smug and artificial and folksy and "oh, I'm a maaaaverick" that I literally chipped a molar from grinding my teeth while watching.

Gah.

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Now playing: Ministry - So What
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