Monday, April 20, 2009
Hear Ye, Hear Ye
If you live in Orlando, then you should make it a point to go to Will's Pub on Saturday night. My old band, Watch Me Disappear, is playing (sans me, obviously), some band named Kahn or something, and the reunion of what I still think is the greatest band that this town has ever had and probably will ever have, The Punching Contest. I'm pretty sure the show is a mere old skool $5. Trust me, this is something you do not want to miss. I'm sure the boys will be in rare form.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
All Caught Up
So, since my computer had contracted some kind of deadly disease, disallowing me from accessing the internet much less anything else, before my roommate was actually able to let my computer travel back in time to a point where it was much happier and disease free (I'd be so lucky), I have fallen far, far behind on my regular geeky activities. I have actually been forced to go out, be social, go to the beach, meet with friends for dinner, and other various activities I've been denied because of my computer's inability to serve my regular daily needs of comic books, movies, ordering pizza and chicken wings online, and sitting in dark rooms with the blinds closed. Alas, the comp is more or less fixed, sort of, and I just finished catching up with a month and a half's worth of comics and I've downloaded a bunch of new albums and movies (Shhhhhh!!! You heard what happened to the Piratebay guys, right?). Don't worry. No Wolverine for me. I'd rather see it in the theaters without the reality of suspension wires. So having said that, I've decided not to write about any of it. Not that I don't think any of what I experienced in my catchign up was good. It's just too much!!! I am planning on going to FX this weekend (Leonard Nimoy, Spike, and Drucilla!!!!!) and I'll try to get my regular posts going now that I'm current on everything. Man, what a pain in the ass. Plus, that whole "No more blogspot at work" thing is a real Debbie Downer.
Meh. C'est la vie.
This came up when I Google imaged "C'est la vie." I love it.
Oh, and did anyone else know that The Mighty Boosh was on Adult Swim? I sure as hell didn't, so you can imagine my surprise when I caught an episode of it at a friend's house. Not only that, but Gary Newman was on!!!! Holy crap!!!!!!!!!!
Too fucking awesome.
Meh. C'est la vie.
This came up when I Google imaged "C'est la vie." I love it.
Oh, and did anyone else know that The Mighty Boosh was on Adult Swim? I sure as hell didn't, so you can imagine my surprise when I caught an episode of it at a friend's house. Not only that, but Gary Newman was on!!!! Holy crap!!!!!!!!!!
Too fucking awesome.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
New Liverpool Away Kits
They made the decision on the new kits in January, but I'm just seeing them now since I gave up on International Football for a month or 2 because the January drama got to be too much for me (and believe me, God has been punishing me for it). So, I present to you the 2009-2010 Liverpool away kits.
Boner.
I hate to admit this, but it reminds me of the black Spider-Man costume/Venom symbiote. I love it.
Boner.
I hate to admit this, but it reminds me of the black Spider-Man costume/Venom symbiote. I love it.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The Last One
I just got off my phone with my dad who gave me a bit of bad news: Marvin "Popcorn" Sutton was found dead by his wife Tuesday morning from a suicide.
Popcorn Sutton was the last of a dying, and now dead, I guess, breed. He was a legend throughout the Smoky Mountains and surrounding areas, mainly in North Carolina and Tennessee, for making moonshine. Now, this isn't "making moonshine" like I used to make beer. Popcorn was the real deal. He was born near Maggie Valley, NC, grew up in the mountains, was good friends with Willie Nelson, a great banjo player, having released an album, and had distilleries set up throughout the Smokies. He was a man who lived by his own rules and kept alive a tradition hundreds of years old. When you think of traditional moonshiners, you're thinking of Popcorn. Yes, they still exist. Unfortunately, the government is well aware of this and they busted Popcorn a year ago, seizing the tools of his trade, along with 800 gallons of moonshine. This was problematic on a personal level because Popcorn is who my parents got their shine from and I gotta tell ya, the stuff was good. He pleaded not guilty in court and was told that he could face up to 15 years in prison and pay half a million in fines, simply for selling untaxed whiskey. (From what I understand, the government doesn't like it when they don't get their cut.) This is not good news for a man diagnosed with cancer. Popcorn's lawyers and family fought to have him put on house arrest, but the judge wouldn't hear it. I don't know what the sentencing was, but the Friday before last Popcorn was given his summons to prison. Refusing to spend one day in prison, he took his own life on Tuesday, dying in his Ford Fairlane from carbon monoxide poisoning.
If you want more info on him, you can read the few books written about him, one of which, "Daddy Moonshine," was written by his long lost daughter, a New England historian, and, in a sad coincidence, released, I believe, on the day of his death. You can also watch the documentary about him, "The Last One." The title is based on Popcorn supposedly making his last "likker" run, but I think it also comes from him truly being the last real moonshiner in the Smokies, if not the country.
Popcorn Sutton was the last of a dying, and now dead, I guess, breed. He was a legend throughout the Smoky Mountains and surrounding areas, mainly in North Carolina and Tennessee, for making moonshine. Now, this isn't "making moonshine" like I used to make beer. Popcorn was the real deal. He was born near Maggie Valley, NC, grew up in the mountains, was good friends with Willie Nelson, a great banjo player, having released an album, and had distilleries set up throughout the Smokies. He was a man who lived by his own rules and kept alive a tradition hundreds of years old. When you think of traditional moonshiners, you're thinking of Popcorn. Yes, they still exist. Unfortunately, the government is well aware of this and they busted Popcorn a year ago, seizing the tools of his trade, along with 800 gallons of moonshine. This was problematic on a personal level because Popcorn is who my parents got their shine from and I gotta tell ya, the stuff was good. He pleaded not guilty in court and was told that he could face up to 15 years in prison and pay half a million in fines, simply for selling untaxed whiskey. (From what I understand, the government doesn't like it when they don't get their cut.) This is not good news for a man diagnosed with cancer. Popcorn's lawyers and family fought to have him put on house arrest, but the judge wouldn't hear it. I don't know what the sentencing was, but the Friday before last Popcorn was given his summons to prison. Refusing to spend one day in prison, he took his own life on Tuesday, dying in his Ford Fairlane from carbon monoxide poisoning.
If you want more info on him, you can read the few books written about him, one of which, "Daddy Moonshine," was written by his long lost daughter, a New England historian, and, in a sad coincidence, released, I believe, on the day of his death. You can also watch the documentary about him, "The Last One." The title is based on Popcorn supposedly making his last "likker" run, but I think it also comes from him truly being the last real moonshiner in the Smokies, if not the country.
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