Thats right, they are making a sequel to one of the best romantic comedies, ever.
If you don’t know, (and if you don’t don’t ever tell me that…don’t ever tell me that)
Point Break is the heartwarming tale of two inept FBI agents on the trail of bank robbers.On the other side of the criminal coin is Bodi, a douchy surfer with dancer physique. Now depending upon who you ask Bodi is either a genius or an idiot, I do not believe the same argument can be made about Utah and his aging partner, they do everything wrong, here are a couple examples:
a) instead of concentrating on catching the criminals, Utah’s partner has him go out and buy him 2 meatball sandwiches, while this is going on the bank proceeds to get robbed without either cop realizing it.
b) They bust the wrong surfnerds for the bank robber crime causing Anthony Keidis to shoot his own foot and then they get yelled at by Tom Sizemore.
c) Utah befriends the bank robbers without knowing it and begins to sleep with Bodi’s old flame, when it comes time to shoot/arrest him, Utah cannot, because he is the shittiest agent ever.
d) when he finally catches Bodi he let’s him swim away, now its the 100 year storm and the weather is hairy and the waves are huge, so you are lead to believe that he dies. This is where the sequel comes in(for me). Attn: SPOILER ALERT ->
Dude, maybe he isn’t dead, maybe Bodi got away!
Oh that would be so sick.
Now I can tell you how to make this movie great:
First off get Swayze (if he survives his bout with pancreatic cancer. Mr. Swayze you should of really reprised your role for Road House 2, it sucked without you)
Then get Keaunu Reeves back.
If these two things do not happen, well, if at least one of these things does not happen, the movie will suck.
No, it’s not that kind of “special” you perv. The special which I speak of refers to the illicit pleasure of sneaking out of work early to catch a ballgame. On Monday I learned, by way of The Washington Post, that the daytime weekday baseball game in DC is no longer. For the remainder of the 2008 baseball season, weekday daytime baseball games shall cease to exist. Although I never go to experience this delight I am truly bummed out that I won’t get the opportunity to do so, at least this season. As for 2009, who knows? The very idea of knocking off of work early to catch a game and a few beers though has mass appeal to fans and baseball haters alike. Typically these games have smaller crowds and more die hard fans/alcoholics who think nothing of making a day of it. Who can deny the simple pleasure of a weekday afternoon spent in the sun drinking ice cold beer and whiling away the hours in front of a baseball diamond? Plenty of other cities here on the East Coast still maintain this tradition but for now DC is no longer one of them. I suppose I could trek the 45 minutes up to Baltimore to catch my beloved team but it’s just not the same as walking down the street and catching the train to the park. This time honored tradition will continue on in Philadelphia, Baltimore, Chicago, even Denver but it died in DC and so soon after we got baseball back. It’s a true American tragedy if you ask me. So, if you live in any of the aforementioned cities or are visiting and get the opportunity to attend a game, make sure you take advantage and think of me while you imbibe the frostiest of brews. In my head I will be right there with you.
PLAYLIST
THE DEATH SET-Negative Thinking (don’t sleep on this. check the vid Top Hat posted! i know i’m gay!)
I have a couple of opinions/statements/concerns in regards to these events:
I don’t live in the nicest of neighborhoods. It is not a good idea to wave a large knife at anyone, let alone a cop.
Never bring a knife to a gun fight
If this poor fucker was one of the many college students or young adults in the neighborhood, the cop probably would have let himself get stabbed before he killed him. Just to avoid the hassle of dealing with the University.
I wonder if this cop finished dead (no pun intended) last in shooting accuracy at the police academy. (“I thought I hit him in the leg.”)
If the cop was shooting to kill, is it OK to think that’s messed up?
Maybe glasses would help the cop’s aim.
In the end, this just reminds us to rage as hard as possible. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll be leaving work with that brand new butcher knife you got for forty years of service, and a cop will shoot you.
Yo, so I said I would post my road music for y’all:
Lil Wayne – Tha Carter
I actually have two copies of this in my car, just in case. When you are rolling down the highway and you wanna feel like a pimp instead of a gimp, pop this one in, Lil Wayne is sick! Fav track: This is Tha Carter, Ain’t That a Bitch.
Neil Young – After the Gold Rush
This is great for the late night lonely bleak hours, especially if you are by yourself and feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders and also if you feel kind of pathetic in your current life state. It is somehow comforting to know Neil Young has been there too, and maybe I’m crazy, but it seems to me that he is depressed but becoming okay with it, like by the end of the album he is okay with the shhittiness of it all and finally ready to move on.
Mylo – Mixmag 11/05
This is a Mixmag comp that Mylo put together, its upbeat so it gets you ready and wakes you up a bit. Also, for all the djs out there, this is a non mixed compilation, so you can rip all the songs without the blends. Good times.
Santogold – Santogold
This is a fairly new album and it kicks ass. Some people compare it to M.I.A., but in my opinion the only thing they share are some producers, they are both fantastic but in their own way. Santogold mixes danciness with punk and pop and is a good opener for a road trip.
2 Many DJs – Radio Soulwax Live: Get Yer Yo Yo’s Out, Pt.3
This cd is dope and got me ready for the long road home. Yup. I popped this puppy in when I was leaving Sedona and it got me through those windy(curvy?) roads. You can hear the people in the background yelling and shit which adds more flavor. Man I would love to watch them spin in person.
Wyclef – The Carnival
I listened to this when I first woke up in the morning to make it to Sedona. I really didn’t like this whole cd when I first got it, but I believe it was my homie Ruth who turned me around. It’s fun, and great to get you going, my favorite song is “Anything Can Happen”
Ween – La Cucaracha
I must admit, when I first bought this I though it really didn’t measure up, but I was wrong. I find sometimes I judge music too hastily and after listening to this on the way back to ABQ I found it to be epic. Favorite tracks: Blue Balloon, Learnin’ to Love, and Woman and Man. WARNING: Ween is only for the true fan and all others’ opinions are worthless. Boognish forever.
Bruce Springsteen – Nebraska
This album is the shiznizzlenittnissle…errr, it’s great. All the haters out there need to check there tudes at the door and check out this sublime album. I listened to this just as I was pulling into Albuquerque and kept me level headed and eastwood-eyed. If you have a loud car it may not be the best choice because its mostly acoustic and somber and hard to hear with the windows rolled down. Stand out track:
(of course!)
Digable Planets – Reachin’
Oh man, this record never gets old, I’ve been listeneing to this ever since it came out and I neever get tired of it, I really need to go pick up their other album, “Blowout Comb”. I know all the words and it is fun to rap along with when you are by yourself. This wasn’t chosen for the road, it was just in my palyer so it kinda chose me.
Gangstarr – The Ownerz: the Instrumentals
This is a cd of straight Primo beats, sick to freestyle over, especially when there is no one in the car to tell you to shut up. Amazing Jimmy Lee would appreciate this one. Late night on the ride to AZ it help me release some frustrations in a constructive manner.
Toto – Super Hits
I am not a fan of “Greatist Hits” cds, but I only liked a few songs I’ve heard(big ups Joey Dew!) but now I am ready to go full blown Toto fan, and screw all you haters. Favs: Hold the Line, Rosanna, and Africa( kinda obvious since I picked all the hits, but they’re hits for a reason people!
Subtitled: Examples of Rageaholism in Modern Society
Semple Fest is a yearly extravaganza of black out proportions that takes place on my block. It is not sanctioned by anyone except Bacchus himself. On this journey I will try and provide as accurate a time line and description of events as is humanly possible, but in the aftermath of a shit-storm, few people are truly able to remember the facts. Some Names have been omitted or changed to protect the guilty, but the essence of the tale remains in tact.
Thursday
The time I usually get home from work (4:30PM): I decide to go and get beer (not enough) the day before the rager. God knows that I will want to get home and open one as soon as possible to start the festivities on Friday. After this, it starts as a peaceful afternoon of ice cold Molson Canadians on the porch, but quickly turns a little rowdy. Around 8 PM the Roots play a free show at Carnegie Mellon University. (They may be Poins, but they get good bands).
Friday
Friday is when the real fun begins. I get home from work around the usual time, and can’t even turn down my block because it is full of people raging their heads off on the first really nice day of the year. I park down the block and get Sticky Keys (the band leader) to come help get more booze.
Then the fun begins…people start wandering up to my porch, beer is drank, dirty cops beat the living piss out of some drunk right in front of us for our amusement. More people come, more beer is drank, more raging accomplished, shots, beer, shots, yelling, shots, dancing, beer…you get the idea. (I feel this is a good time to interject that at this point there are hundreds of people on the block…in the street…on rooftops, and porches. The cops are powerless to do anything for fear of a drunken riot.)
Sundown
Everyone knows that the real hard raging is done under cover of darkness. Sunlight has the effect of most people keeping their wits about them. But when the sun goes down…
At this point, most people do not have too much sanity left in them, and things start getting fun. Here are some highlights:
Guy that used to live in my apartment comes up and finds out who lives here (me), asks if I ever found his boa constrictor he misplaced. (no, too bad).
Friend:Goes into the street and flexes his muscles;
Drunk Girl: “Hey, I saw you flexing”
Friend: “Yeah you did.”
making out
(I was thoroughly impressed).
I got rowdy and decided I didn’t want anyone underage in my home, so I started asking for ID’s. The dumbfounded look on people’s faces when I asked was priceless. It didn’t work to well though because my vision was sideways, and I was sure everyone’s birthday said 1942.
A couple of beer runs
Late Night
After sometime things got really hazy. The only real memory most people have is few large fires made of dumpsters, old couches, and the like. The fire department came, but they had fun too
Sometime
Passed out (past doubt)
Saturday
For some reason, after a night full of ragin’ and slangin’ whiskey I like to wake up early. Plus, I had a few people calling me up looking for their keys, wallets, minds, and hats and such. Broken glass was everywhere, people were wondering still drunk through the streets, sluts were walking home with their panties in their hands and that look of complete self-loathing disgust on their face as they get on the phone to schedule their VD test. It was an enjoyable morning.
near 9:30AM
A friend walks into my place, goes directly to the fridge, “What the fuck? There’s no beer left.” A solid statement.
That’s the end, I guess the moral of the story is: rage hard, because someday you might be the drunk guy getting his ass kicked by an overweight cop at five in the afternoon. (or, start working out so you can pick up drunk ladies with your muscles). I apologize for the lack of pictures, but I have not uncovered any in my minutes of searching.
