Sunday, February 27, 2005

Goodnight, Uncle Duke, the spiders rest now...

I have shut off all mind numbing electronics right now aside from this, in hearing of the passing of Hunter Stockton Thompson, AKA. The father of Gonzo Journalism.

When I was growing up my father had a weekly newspaper titled "The Sioux Falls Sun". We were quite a bit overpowered by the long standing local daily {i will not mention it, that would give them more google hits, but you all know the beast I speak of}, and lasted only a few years. But at the time we actually had a bank believe in us enough to name themselves as a startup "Sun Bank". That is another story however to be asked @ Willy's.

The coolest thing about the Sun was we ran a whole week of Doonsbury in one shot, on one page, pretty much giving all of the fans a "one snip/slash" for the scrapbooks.

I grew up as Zonker, with the long blonde hair, obsessed with tanning, and being a free wheel of society, but without the pot, {disclaimer: I could not do that due to repercussions to the public image of others in my family}, Which REALLY put a damper on the whole Zonker image.

I then got older & started to relate more to Uncle Duke. Don't ask when, don't ask how, just don't ask. . . . . Or I might have to torture you.

One of my TKE brothers Scott, got me hooked on Hunter S. Thompson soon after. Since then I have followed his work the best I can. And back then, also discovered that the crap in a can to spray in your car's engine when you flood it can mess with your world almost as bad as working in a screen printing shop.

Not much of a eulogy, I know. But Hunter . . . Ether without you, will never be the same again.

Here are links to better worded tributes:

denverpost.com

:San Francisco Chronicle:

MSN/Newsweek International

CNN.COM

And the rantings he produced for ESPN.COM

Blessed Be Duke. The 'bake-off' will begin shortly in your honour.


DAMMIT, WHERE THE HELL IS MY .45? SOME ASSHOLE PARKED NEXT TO MY CAR!
Shit, I really need a beer right about now.
Fucking lizards, they are worse than the god damned spiders with the tongues and that shit, at least they wont lay eggs in my skin though.
When the room starts to spin, make sure to hold on to the pen & paper. If you can't do that, make damn sure you don't lose the high, 'cause at that point, that is the only thing keeping you alive.

Friday, February 25, 2005

Movie Reviews of 2005 #06/07 - Man of the House & Cursed

Talk about a night of Boobs & Blood!!! I got a lot of laughs from Man of the House & Cursed was a fairly decent werewolf flick. I have to finish this later, but until then, if you'd like to see a pretty funny cheerleader movie, (sorry no nude scenes Led), or a good scary movie without dumping of 55 gallons of fake blood every 2 minutes . These are worth taking in.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Violent Femmes - Biography

We were discussing the other night how that the Violent Femmes have been rediscovered by yet another generation. Someone, I think it was Led, said that they overheard some kid saying that the Femmes were one of the best bands of the ninties. I winced at that & we all tried to figure out "just when the hell did they start?"

Well here is the answer, Led & I added it up & guessed right...

Violent Femmes - Biography: "Violent Femmes: Decades of Disorganized Music

Violent Femmes were founded in 1980 by bassist/multi-instrumentalist Brian Ritchie and drummer Victor De Lorenzo. The name is a contradiction in terms, 'Violent' being self-explanatory and 'Femmes' being Milwaukee slang for wimp."


Blessed Be all, Dr. Strangelove

Sunday, February 13, 2005

PEOPLE OF EARTH, PREPARE TO BE ASS-MULATED

DR. STRANGELOVE HAS BEEN TAKEN CAPTIVE AS SO WE MAY USE HIS SPACE FORUM TO DISTURB, err umm, DISTRIBUTE OUR TRACT & PLAN.

CLICK BELOW AND READ, OR DEATH:

The Little Book of Alien Invasion

ZOMPLATTI, HIGH CENSOR OF BEASTIES
NA-NU NA-NU!

Friday, February 04, 2005

Movie Reviews of 2005 #05 - Boogyman

As a child everyone had as fear of some sorts while sleeping or such. Different fears sometimes form into realistic entities for many kids, and follow them for years. If you are one of those people, don't go see Boogyman.

This movie has very few things I can say without blowing most of the good parts, so in order to avoid getting yelled at again, I will just say this:

If you are a delusional paranoid skitzo with Bi-Polar tendencies. Make sure all of you stay home. Otherwise you will be funding your therapist's grandchildrens college years on into med school.

{sidebar: Speaking of delusional, is Michael Jackson's face falling off? Just a question after just seeing pieces of the interview he did with Rivera}

Boogyman is a good flick, hands down blows the most recent "scary" movies out of the water. And the first out of the last 5 movies I have seen that did not have all the nasty stuff happen after blatently showing an alarm clock displaying somewhere between 2-3am. However, don't expect to see any little award statues showing up on the cast & crews mantles from this effort.

Important things to remember when watching is suspension of disbelief, pay attention to what is happening {read pee before the show otherwise you might get lost}, and sit there & wait for the nightmares to begin on screen.

This is not Hotel Rhwanda, which is also opening here in Sioux Falls today, and thus so should not be taken seriously. But it is entertaining, and if you wait long enough will give you a jump or two in your seat.

Rating: 1/2 soda, no smoke or B-Room breaks

On that note, look under the bed & stay out of the closet before you goto bed tonight.

Dr. S