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Fuck you, Lucas! Fuck you with a giant barbed dildo forged from the peices of a million shattered childhoods, you lousy fucking hack. I hope you choke on your mountains of blood money.
Fuck you, Lucas.
That is all.
-bampf | | | So I have a giant pot of pork and saur kraut slow cooking on the stove (Jamie recently pointed out that I am only capable of making food in two quantities: vat and trough). The whole place smells like kraut. It is glorious.
And oh course I find myself in a house full of mangy Scots who fail to appreciate this glorious gift from the Fatherland. It s sad really. Poor base mongrels.
Gotta go... the potatoes are ready to be mashed.
Glorious.
-b | | 5/18/2007 11:30:53 PM Why Does Michael Bay Get to Keep on Making Movies? | Comments (7) |
| With each new Transformers trailer my desire to hunt down Michael Bay and kill him (after a savage beating) grows exponentially. He will pay. Oh yes. He will. He seems to have Lucas in his sights as Biggest Douche-Bag of the World.
Speilberg s involvement with the film and with Bay makes me wanna take my Indianna Jones boxed set out to the range to punish him as well. That would learn im. Learn im raht.
Man. I m just chocked full of Hollywood rage, aren t I? Probably thanks to the back to back zillion dollar media blitz of Spidey 3 and Shrek 3. Fight it. Don t go see this drek. Don t bow to the suits. Go see 28 Weeks Later instead. It s good.
I still have hope for Pirates though. Commercial juggernaut that it is, we still have Johnny... and Legolas. They ll save us. They ll give us a palatable blockbuster.
Not much else new. Still awaiting bangpitcher s promised movie list. I ll give him a free pass for now... it ain t as easy to compile as it looks.
The coming weeks have my social calendar pretty much filled to the bursting point (especially for an introvert like me). This weekend is paintball (weather permitting), Memorial Day weekend is Philly Phrakus BloodBowl tourney, first weekend in June is Schaef s wedding, following weekend is the much anticipated Zlurpee trip to Indianna. Woo!!
It s madness. It s not easy being in such demand. Taxing, in fact.
Oh, also. For those who may be interested, there s mumblings and rumors of a return to BF2142. So reinstall and download the latest patch so we can slaughter some future-Americans.
That s all for now.
-bampf | | | All right. As advertised, a new and updated favorite movies list. Expanded from 30 to 40. Several movies dropped off the list. A lot of movement by old entries. There are a couple movies poised to enter the list (Hot Fuzz, Children of Men, Pan s Labrinth) that I ve seen in the theatre but will need some DVD viewings before a place of honor can be awarded.
For your reading pleasure:
40. Blazing Saddles
39. American Splendor
38. The Royal Tenenbaums
37. Sin City
36. Last of the Mohicans
35. Snatch
34. O Brother Where Art Thou?
33. UHF
32. Spaceballs
31. Brazil
30. Pi
29. The Departed
28. Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
27. Equilibrium
26. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
25. William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet
24. Blackhawk Down
23. Saving Private Ryan
22. Gettysburg
21. Tombstone
20. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
19. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
18. Monty Python and the Holy Grail
17. 12 Monkeys
16. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
15. 13th Warrior
14. Lucky Number Slevin
13. Braveheart
12. Shaun of the Dead
11. Life of Brian
10. Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Rings
9. The Matrix
8. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
7. The Princess Bride
6. Boondock Saints
5. Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels
4. Pulp Fiction
3. The Big Lebowski
2. Fight Club
1. Conan the Barbarian
Numbers 1 and 2... staying the course. Hard to unseat those. Especially 1. Welcome to my world, bitches.
-bampf | | | Hm. Been a while, huh? Well, let s see if I can recall what I ve been doing.
Did some paintballing. Two weekends in a row. That was sweet. Though I got my nastiest paintball injury to date. A chemical burn to the back. OK... it s not really a chemical burn... but it was extreme cold from my CO2 tank popping giving me a nasty patch of frostbite... which is like a burn... caused by a chemical. There. Chemical. Burn. I know it felt like Searing Flesh. Tyler Durden would be proud.
Played some tabletop BloodBowl. Played some online BloodBowl. And preparations continue for our BloodBowl Tournament. Did I mention BloodBowl is life? Cause I should. Cause it is. Even the Wanderer and Piz are seeing the truth of it.
The NFL draft happened. We were playing BloodBowl at the time-- go figure. I don t pay as much attention to the the draft as a lot of football nuts. Mostly because I don t follow college football (where the best team is the one who can buy the shittiest opponents to make themselves look the best). I was happy the Stillers didn t draft a CB like everyone seemed to want (we have awesome young corners) and I m glad we drafted what appeared to be 3-4 players. We ll see. I m still on the fence about Mike Tomlin. Soon, football will return and we can cast off this pall of misery and gloom.
Took in a Rocky Horror Picture Show showing with Meghan thanks to the Wanderer, who secured us tickets. First time I ve done that in forever. It was cool. I d forgotten how long the movie was... for 10+ years I ve only seen the chopped up TV version. In any case it gave Meghan an excuse to wear a corset out in public-- Woo Hoo! And before anyone asks, no I did not go in drag or in costum (though it was heavily discussed... especially the drag part).
This past weekend we made a long overdue trip to AC. While Kent frollicks in the warm neon glow of Vegas a carload of us did some gamblin of our own -- Meghan, Bastius, Probie and myself. Enjoyed a glorious Bill s Gyro. Introduced Bastius to the wonder that is Craps. He seemed to enjoy himself and even managed to return from the brink of bustage and crawl back into the black. Meanwhile the rest of us did very well, practically robbing the Claridge blind. When laden with ill-gotten lucre the return trip is always so much better!
Speaking of Kent. He s leaving me. Movin out. Shacking up with his woman. Who woulda guessed? Certainly not Kent... anyway. So our trip to Indianna in June may be the last hurrah. Who knows when we may see him after that, as he is perpetually loath to leave the comfort of his man cave. In all likelihood, Probie will be snatching up his room. So that ll be cool. He s been too much of a stranger since he started his job.
Food Update! The big Mexican joint that was slowly erected next door is, in fact, an El Rodeo restaurant. Same glorious menu as the other El Rodeos. Same crappy service. But this is the King of the El Rodoes. The place is immense and replete with fountains, a second floor dining area and even a raised Mariachi dias. Pretty impressive.
I can only assume they ll keep making new restaurants as long as they have illegals to import... ensuring we ll have Rodeos til the end of time. Sweet.
There is talk of Lists. Been a long while since I constructed a much ballyhooed Bampf List. I desperately need to update a few (especially favorite films) and Entertainment Weekly s Best Sci Fi of the last 25 years begs for a rewrite. So we ll see what I can do about that in the near future.
Until then. Later.
-bampf
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