I was standing on the balcony for this show, I honestly felt like it was going to collapse. While up there, I could see the hatebreed-esqe mosh pit of buff bros losing their mind.
With the final episode of Entourage drawing to a close, I have found hope in whisking away more time into TV after watching last night’s season premiere of HBO’s new comedy Bored to Death. Protagonist Jonathan Ames played by Jason Schwartzman, is a struggling novelist desperately looking to complete his second book, and due to an addiction to white wine and weed has just been left by his girlfriend Suzanne. Ames seeks therapy in the notion of immitating heroes from his collection of detective novels, and posts his services as an “unlicensed” private investigator on Craigslist looking to kill time between his bouts of writer’s block. When he gets his first call from a distraught Brooklyn woman concerned that her sister has gone missing after breaking up with her methhead boyfried, Ames is thrown into a mystery that ends up with in a run in with the law.
Great casting with Ted Danson playing a suave magazine mogul and editor of Edition magazine, Danson is also Ames’ part time boss with an addiction to weed. Zach Galifianakis plays Ames’ best friend Ray Hueston, a budding cartoonist who is dealing with his own issues of sexual frustration with his current girlfriend. Aside from the clever storyline and cool cast, it was also interesting to find out Schwartzman contractually required that all his outfits for the show were from his favorite brand Band of Outsiders.
Vancouver went off last night. Girl Talk show was crazy (stitches notwithstanding), then the Goose got blamed at the hipster rave, and i explained to the Junk Culture boys why Will i am was on some shit from a Heideggerian perspective, and after that the only thing that made sense to do was stumble into a massive illegal dancehall party where this whit e girl with dreads was actually throwing down craze riddims. GT/BR tonight at the commodore, I got a feeling tonight’s gonna be a good night…
London based photographer James Reynolds shot a series detailing the last meals of Death Row prisoners before their execution. Requests include KFC, fries and baked beans, 6 bottle Cokes and a saltine, and an onion with a side of Extra gum.
“A Maori legend about a giant, man-eating bird has been confirmed by scientists.”
and:
“With a wingspan of up to three metres and weighing 18kg, the female was twice as big as the largest living eagle, the Steller’s sea eagle. And the bird’s talons were as big as a tiger’s claws. “It was certainly capable of swooping down and taking a child…”
Fellow Canadians have one more week before the release of this in your country. Americans may expect to wait a while before joining in on the Trailer Park shenanigans. It might be worth the trip to Vancouver though.
Really, nothing could’ve prepared me for Barbara Nitke’s “Fine Arts” section. All I could possibly think was “why didn’t I find this sooner?”
There are 5 different sets: American Ecstasy, Resurrection, Kiss of Fire, Illuminata, and Polysexuals. Most are highly pornographic. If you have a weak stomach, don’t look, you really can’t un-see some of this stuff (this is more in reference to clicking on “rest of…”, I posted the tamer pictures).
These photos can range from great, to grotesque, to laughable, depending how you want to look at them. However they may be seen, on a more serious note, they are a great example of the multitude of sexual preferences, perversions to some, and our sense of taboo.
