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No really, i have no idea where the potato came from Mr. Wilson. I'm sorry about your poodle. I can't imagine who would do such a thing.

Check out the "this is how to do it" website for Jonas Akerlund's debut film spun. Who needs otherworldly consciousness when Rushmore's Jason Schwartzman stars as a cranked out meth-head haunted by a supporting cast with last names like Rouke, Suvari, and Leguizamo. It's directed by the 90's most razoriffic music video director and scored by Billy Corigan, and of course the trailer is sick.

the insider is one of my favorite films, but its nice to see that brawl-head Russel Crowe gets rescued from pickles by his female personal trainer. from FARK

Finally. its about fucking time somebody started trying to protect content by offering more, instead of just squatting on the cookie jar. I never thought Bon Jovi would be the ones to pioneer this for the mainstream labels, but their current campaign gives true incentives for buying and registering your own non-pirated copy of their latest release, Bounce. Gee, rewarding fans instead of damning them as stoopid criminals...i wonder if it'll work. Rock.

On monday, the world lost a true entertainer, and a inspiration to everyone in NC with big dreams. Doug Clark, band leader of the legendary Doug Clark and the Hot Nuts . I was one of many who snuck into their shows when i was younger to hear their ribaldrous anything can happen hot-time music. I got to interview Doug Clark when i was in high school for a documentary project. He was far nicer than even gracious Southern hospitality dictated, and invited me to his home and showed me memorabilia and told me stories for hours. I had always dreamed that one day I could take my kids to see the Hot Nuts and share the outlandish experience like my parents' generation has been able to share with mine, but the music lives. I have a framed vinyl of panty raid above my desk. It helps me keep perspective. He will be missed

You can get The Hot Nuts' Greatest Hits from amazon.

Since making decent films is kinda hard, i always take comfort in pot shots, and no one does it better than Mr. Cranky. check his review of Blue Crush and forget your own artistic demons in such attacks as, "Kate Bosworth looks like she'd be snapped in half by a bad manicure, much less a 20-foot wave. She's so blond and emaciated that I'll bet David E. Kelley is in a bush outside her house right now." Thank you, cranky!

One time I found a pig tooth in my sloppy joe in the elementary school cafeteria, but this dental mishap from the world of rugby is a whole nuther ball game.

I don't want people to think i'm obesessed with this issue or anything, but this ny times article shows how far off the silly end the major labels have fallen. Their new weapon to fight the opiate for the evil-doer masses...glue

From USA TODAY: Rights issue rocks the music world. Here's a surprise, the major music labels are screwing artists and stifling creativity. This is an old story but it might be gaining a foothold.
A few big artists, like Don Henly and Keith Richards, are trying out sound bytes, getting haircuts and heading toward washington. Fight, fight, fight.
Henly: "They've alienated consumers and artists, and whether the rights movement succeeds, the house will fall under its own weight."
Richards: "The time where accountants decide what music people hear is coming to an end. Accountants may be good at numbers, but they have terrible taste in music. I don't know how I'm going to get paid, but I'd rather go out into the brave new world than live with dinosaurs that are far too big for their boots."

here's some fun for monday morning:
Lawn Darts
Halloween for pets
Kudzilla!
Damn those whipper-snap filmmakers!