yes i know we are suppossed to turn eachother on to new music, movies, and books. but i had to share some ideas and thoughts this time.

3 politicians have now been caught fucking someone that is not there wife (2 another girl and 1 a guy). and yes all 3 are republicans, and very outspoken on their faith and values. seriously they make it so fucking easy. i know its not just republicans putting their dicks where they don't belong but they seem to be the ones getting caught.

with that being said what does any of this have to do with them being good at their job. why resign or be asked to leave form there party? its a pr nitemare but if they are competent to hold office they should stay.

the one thing they should learn is to pratice what you preach...or stop fucking preaching to me.

sorry for the rant.......next time back to music, movies and books.

-the boy who called wolf

here is a classic cult movie everyone should see. in the memory of David Carradine i give you " The Circle of Iron". this is a movie written by Bruce Lee, and includes several Buddhist teachings. if you have not seen this please do yourself a favor and buy, rent, or netflix this movie. you will thank me for it...........just a side note, the movie is also known as " The Silent Flute".

-the boy who cried wolf

so i got a new suggested read for you all. "An Unlikely Disciple" the premise is straight forward. what if you spent a semester at Liberty University, Jerry Falwell's brainchild. I know what your thinking, what does he mean by "you"? is he implying that a non evangelistical christian enroll into this University? if that what he meant, then why?.......the answer is yes, and for why, to get a look from the inside.
the author Kevin Roose is a journalist from Brown and decides to do just that, go to Liberty for a semester.
that's all I'm going to say at this time. once you have read it, if you choose to, i will be glad to give share my thoughts with you.

-the boy who cried wolf

We be jammin...to Pink Floyd, the beatles, and radiohead

While in my favorite little establishment, Fly's Tie and chatting with a syphilis ridden bar rat named Tim, who bares a striking resemblance to Ernest, may he rest in peace, (by the way Tim also works in the kitchen at Sliders in Neptune Beach...I haven't eaten there since), I heard a song that was immediately familiar to me. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts. Though the song wasn't out of the ordinary, the fact that is was sung to a reggae dub instantly sparked my curiosity.  The barkeep let me know it was a band called "Easy Star Dub Allstars", and they remade the entire CD along with their earlier releases, "Dub side of the Moon" and the less creatively named, "Radiohead". If anyone uses Dropbox and wants to check them out, let me know and I will add you to my music folder.

Just in case you missed it...

got a new cd for you all, Yusuf "Roadsinger". great lyrics and laidback acoustic guitar. same feel as his cd's from over 20 yrs ago. some of you maybe saying who the hell is Yusuf, he had cd's 20 yrs ago. he did, but by a different name.......Cat Stevens.

-the boy who cried wolf

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

Island Jams & Kobe Slams

Okay, so far so good if I do say so myself. This blog is working already. I'm addicted to a new cartoon and in search of a book in which one character speaks to a piece of shit.

I'm in the right place.

Right now I've got Bob Marley jamming on the ipod. Redemption Song & Three Little Birds are great songs... obviously. I recommend listening to them at least once a month, and anytime you feel stressed. So, with the year we're all having, maybe move that up to once a week... hrmm... maybe once a day. BUT there is another song, one I'd never heard before that has a great vibe. It's called Easy Skanking and below is a verse:

Excuse me while I light my spliff;
Good god, I gotta take a lift:
From reality I just cant drift;
Thats why I am staying with this riff.

Give it a listen when you get a chance. Then you can go randomly tell other people to listen to it, and every once in a while, you can say "skanking" in the Marley context. Maybe we can bring this long dead word back from the dead. Yeah. This plan is fool-proof.

Outside of listening to my ipod EVERYWHERE I go... in the office, in the car, at the house, working on the yard, while I work out (not the largest use in frequency), etc... I have been ABSOLUTELY FUCKING ADDICTED TO THE NBA PLAYOFFS. It's on tv right now as I have my ipod shuffling through Mr. Marley songs.

What's that Black Mamba? BOOYAH!

Okay, well I'm off to watch the rest of the Lakers v Rockets game (damn West Coast teams and their crazy timeslots).

Sincerely,
Billy Liar
Lakers Fan Extraordinaire

PS - Preview for upcoming post...

Yeah, you knew I'd bring comics in at some point...

Your Humours seem to be deficient....

On a lighthearted note, I thought my fellow bloggeurs may enjoy the "champagne of comics". Take some time and browse Married to the Sea. Laugh and enjoy, compadres.

It's been raining here for 9 days....

Nothing Says 'Cinco de Mayo' Like a Fucking Tornado...

So, I'm on my way home from work around 6:45 or so, and the weather was awful. Shit-balls awful to be precise. Glenwood Ave, the main road by my place, must have had a foot of water or so for my car to wade through. Thoughts of the quintessential storm movie Twister were swimming through my head. Not that the conditions were similar; I just tend to zone out and day dream about '90s action movies while I'm driving. It's terribly dangerous and irresponsible. But I digress...

Being the genius that I am, rather than head straight home I decide to grab some Dos Equis at the grocery store because of my tendency to affiliate myself with Mexicans approximately once every 365 days, and I notice that nobody seems to be leaving the store on account of the storm. I simply chalk this up to a disproportionate amount of queerbos in the store at the moment, so I continue back onto the flooded roads, conditions worsening, my focus turning to thoughts of the epic 1997 roller coaster thrill ride, Face/Off, directed by John Woo, and accidentally coming within inches of hitting a batch of pedestrians while speeding through a red light.

I actually might have clipped one or two of them.

By the will of Allah and my intense driving skillz, I make it back to my place. In my lobby there are about 15 people huddling around due to the storm. I'm really starting to get confused by all of this unnecessary concern. So many people afraid of some rain and lightning. What the shit. I've got a bunch of gayfers living in my building too apparently...

Cowboy up, pussy...

When I get into my apartment my first thought is to check weather.com and see what all this hoopla is about.


Main focus being on the first bullet point. I don't know about you but I'm not a fan of exclamation points in my fucking weather reports. So there's a tornado roaming in my area. Neat. Seek shelter immediately! Neat.

The second bullet point seems rather helpful. "More Warning Details." Yes, please.

Fuck! Another exclamation point! Take cover now? I'm in my apartment. Okay, that should be okay. This should be okay. This place is big and made out of bricks and other shit that assuages my fears. I am on the 6th floor though...That should probably be okay. I'll just read on and see what else this exclamation point ridden warning has to say...

"Oh, fuck me!!" I say as I crudely fashion a suit of armor made of pillows and blankets to myself with duct tape. I don't own a workbench and all my furniture is a goddamn unsturdy piece of hand-me-down shit! You know what? Don't panic just yet. Let me read to the end. "In a time of emergency, information is power," I mumble through a pillow I've just taped to my face.


Two ampersands!?!?! The message ended with two fucking ampersands!!! Oh, wait, that actually seems more random than anything...

So after 5 arduous hours, the tornado warning eventually passed, and it appears that I've survived the 2009 Great Tornado of Raleigh, which currently only I am calling it. While I'll never be able to forget the terror of this night, I can hope to slowly move on with my life.

For now, there is only one thing that will make me feel better, and that is, of course, hopping in my car and contemplating the artistic merits of quite possibly the greatest '90s action film of them all, Die Hard: With a Vengeance.

John McClane: The reason I'm likely to commit vehicular manslaughter tonight.

The Corrections

This is a novel I finished about a month ago, and I heard today that they are trying to make a film adaptation which was the catalyst for this post. 

Having been a huge fan of this book, I am nervous about even an attempt at a film. Not just for the usual reasons, but also for what they will probably have to leave out. This book is definitely an intense social commentary and there are many moments where you are thoroughly disgusted and ultimately appalled...yet in a good way. For instance, I just don't see how they can adapt one of the main characters who is suffering from dementia and Parkinson's, when he has an argument with a talking piece of shit...I mean that in no way figuratively. 

Among the many awards this book as won, it was recently put on Times' 100 greatest American Books. A side note, it was also chosen to be in one of Oprah Winfrey's book clubs, but after hearing about this announcement, Jonathan Franzen made it public how he thought Oprah's choices for books was "Schmaltzy". His invitation for the show as shortly thereafter...yanked.

The story centers around a family, focusing on each member's personal life in order to make social commentary about a broad range of issues. Definitely worth a read, but save yourself some enjoyment and do not read anything about the book beforehand.

Swine Flu - Just slightly better than SARS

Mainly because I have been studying for the GRE for the past few weeks, my intake of good music and novels has decreased. Despite all that, I had a strong compulsion (mainly at Billy Liar's constant and incessant pestering) to add my first blog to this site. 

Most of today I spent nursing a headache caused by Johnnie Walker and his little prick friend Jose. I thought I would be able to use this time of semi-consciousness to create my first post. I had assumed that I was going to have something grandiose to pipe on about...I was so very wrong.

Lacking cable in my home, I was forced to watch the news anchors' lackey weekend rejects on both the national and local news. The news had an overwhelming focus on the H1N1 virus, a.k.a swine flu. With their mainstream audience getting bored and desensitized to the two wars we are currently involved in, and with everyone being perfectly aware the economy sucks, the media needed its next big scare tactic...enter Swine Flu, stage right.

The insanity began yesterday when a transatlantic flight was forced to make an emergency landing when a single passenger began exhibited signs of the disease (which by the way are strikingly similar to cat allergies). With the media casually tossing around the word pandemic, I decided it was time to educate myself before I donned one of those little paper masks like Michael Jackson circa 2002. 

I went to my normal news sources online and found a press release from one of the lead doctors at the World Health Organization. Finally, I thought, I am close to some calming clarity. The  first few words of his report were quite comforting..."The disease is not as deadly as we first thought, and is not rapidly mutating." With a calm smile I felt like writing Tom Brokaw a little letter telling him to relax the rabble rousing and stop freaking people out. 

The next line read..."At the present time, I would still propose that a pandemic is imminent..."...Ahhh, Shit... Despite my better judgement I continued to read, "We have to expect that phase 6 will be reached." Phase 6...that doesn't sound too bad, it is a term that is pretty devoid of threatening connotation. "Phase 6 is one level higher than we are now...it is a pandemic." Again...Shit.

I began to think that my suspicions of modern day mainstream media might be misguided somehow. Perhaps they are real journalists after-all. I had to find comfort in something, I began to scour the page until I saw a line that made me relax...in a very awkwardly tense way, "I mean, it is deadlier than the monkey pox, but it's no SARS." 

Where was that bottle of Johnnie Walker...

AHWOSG

I've just finished Dave Eggers somewhat autobiographical memoir. The book has a very interesting style, with the Eggers as the narrator stepping out of the storyline to speak directly to the reader.  The memoir chronicles the period of Eggers' 20s and 30s as he raises his brother Toph after the death of his parents, while pursuing a literary career, auditioning for MTV's The Real World, and perfecting the art of Zen Frisbee.  The book is somewhat chronological but does not present the events of Eggers life in a simple timeline; instead Eggers sews together poignant moments to address ideas of youth, mortality, individualism, etc.  All around a great read. I highly recommend the 26-page acknowledgements section.

-Rufus

welcome to May my friends. the economy is still in the shitter, there is still a pointless and expensive (ok really fucking expensive) war going on, and we have the swine flu touching more people than priests touched little boys. with all this going on in our lives, our elected officials would most certainly being be discussing one of these pressing issues.........nope those in congress are discussing the bcs bowl series. thats right they want the series either to make it a playoff system or they can't use the term "national championship". do i really did to say more. IT's FRIDAY (refer to the chat to the left)

enjoy your weekend.

-the boy who cried wolf

Maybe The Frisky Dingo Ate Your Baby?

Boosh...


















I couldn't think of any type of 'intro post' that would be worth while, so I figured I'd just start peddling the shit that I love to you guys. So...

I decided to mention a tv show that you guys have most likely never seen before. It's on Adult Swim (actually was on Adult Swim...) and it is equal parts "what the fuck..." and hilarious. The basic premise is that there's a billionaire tycoon who's also superhero, Awesome-X, and his nemesis is a dude named Killface. But in reality, there is no real premise and has just enough plot to not be considered retarded...

It is tough to find a clip that could encapsulate the humor of this show, but I did my best with this one. It's Killface, his son, and Awesome-X in Killface's minivan (yes, Killface drives a blue minivan...I hope you think that's funny otherwise you're going to hate this show...) going to stop a rogue villain from...I don't even remember. It's random. Check it out:

Anyways, I'm off to meet a friend at the pub so I'll stop this post here. Let me know what you think about the show, and check out some episodes at adultswim.com if you think you might enjoy it.

Snip snap, my friends. Snip snap indeed....

thanks to tv i no longer need to leave my house and enter reality, all i have to do is sit and watch. what a great country we live in. ofcourse we can not take all the credit, like most things we steal the ideas and claim tham as our own..........sorry not the best way to open my first blog. i will try and restrain my cynical nature till later on. on a lighter note, did anyone see how badly a team can screw up a draft? watching the raiders is like watching a car accident. you really want to look away but you just can't.

i am currently reading "The Second Generation" part of the Dranonlance series. after reading the newest Rollins book i needed a break from the real world. as for music, i have to suggest "The Chinese Democracy" by GnR......i know, i know it took 14 yrs to make and Axl is is mentally fucked. but after a couple listens it grows on you. until next time.

-the boy who cried wolf

My Wife's Watchin' her show on tv, so I'm Bloggin'

This monkey is contemplating how Dancing with the Stars is on t.v. & why oh why my wife loves it so much.

One good thing has happened, though...



Boredom & internet connectivity allowed me to put this blog together.

I have too much time on my hands tonight...

and thus, a Blog is born!


I now designate this blog a place where people of like minds, and those with unliked minds, can rant and rave and let loose their thoughts on anything, which should be pretty damn entertaining. I would love to see posts of new music found, a movie that is actually a MUST-SEE or just a damn rant to fuckin' vent.

For instance... I am listening to The Sammies... a band I would never have found without KeiserMateo's help. If you are reading this and wondering who the hell I am talking about... STOP. Go to Pandora, type them in & give them a listen. Good shit. Not great shit, but good shit. And shit shall hereby be defined (within this paragraph alone, of course) as "music that is worth a listen or two." Once this paragraph has ended, shit will again be "fecal matter comprised of the stuff that doesn't get absorbed by the body."

And so begins what I hope will be a journey of sorts. Like the beatniks or the bards before us, let's have some fuckin' fun, tear some shit up with our words & leave behind something that will probably be considered trash by most... but beautiful fuckin' trash by us.

Sincerely,
Billy Liar
Court Jester to the World

PS - Go listen to "Waiting for My Real Life to Begin" by Colin Hay & start watching Better Off Ted