Tag Archives: Vincent D’Onofrio

03/03/2017 · 12:02 am

A Toast To Absent Friends

Imagine if legendary and revered comedian Bill Hicks hadn’t died in 1994.

Some people believe Alex Jones is really Bill Hicks. I am not among them.

What if- just hear me out- he supported Trump in 2016? How would that make you feel about him? What if he’d gone “right-wing”, pre- or post-9/11? Would he still be referenced in Tool songs?

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02/01/2017 · 12:02 am

Hate Proof: “You’re The Best (Around)”

Believe it or not, I have never seen The Karate Kid.

HI-KEEBA!

I know, right? Hasn’t everybody seen it? Well, sure, except for guys like me, who were totally and prematurely embittered towards the entire experience. Guys who were in sixth grade when The Karate Kid came out.

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Tagged as 1980s, 1984, 9/11/01, Bill Conti, Blade Runner, Bryan Adams, depression, Donna Summer, Dune, Frank Herbert, Full Metal Jacket, It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, Joe "Bean" Esposito, Marvel comics, Matthew Modine, movies, Pat Morita, Ralph Macchio, Rod Stewart, Stanley Kubrick, The Karate Kid, Toni Basil, Vangelis, Vincent D'Onofrio

01/11/2017 · 1:47 pm

The Joke Shop

Somehow, in 1987, I convinced my father to drive me to a joke shop in Paterson, New Jersey.

In the back, there’s a kiddie pool. JOKES, PEOPLE! JOKES!

The name of the place escapes me; it was unremarkable, something like “[X] Joke & Novelty”. Three years later, hunting for liquor and without proper ID, my friends and I were chased away from this very same area by a man swinging a chain over his head. Alongside Newark and Camden, Paterson is one of Jersey’s finest hellholes.

So getting my dad to drive me out there for gag items was quite the coup. I wanted a realistic fake faucet that could be attached to the forehead. I got much, much more. Continue reading →