Movie Review: Head of State

Head of State - This was a horrible movie. stacis was kind enough to invite me after she got free tickets, but I still want some sort of comensation for my time or something. The biggest problem is that it just wasn't funny. The laughs that did happen were repeated and driven into the ground so hard that it made us cringe. There were several scenes that were offensive to whites, not that I am all bent out of shape or anything but if it were race-reversed Jesse Jackson would be all over this film. The Q&A with Rock afterwards was also not very worthwhile*. Joey gives Head of State one-half star out of four and recommends that you save your money to spend on something important instead, like fountain pens.

*The Q&A did yield the worst-ever audience question I've heard at one of these things: "I saw you last week on the Letterman show where Will Ferrel was hosting... What's Will Ferrel like?"

Oddz and Endz

With the Lent things: I've still not had a Coke (or other carbonated soft drink), I still haven't bid on eBay, and I still haven't purchased a dvd. So that's all good. I h aven't been practicing guitar, though, and I really should. 13 days down, 27 to go. Yikes.

Apparently I should have given up playing with my Very Bad Goatee™ for Lent, too, because Staci is so creeped out by it that she overts her eyes if she catches me doing it. Apparently it makes me look sinister. I don't even notice that I'm doing it.

The Moldy Peaches have a new album. Well, Live stuff and other odds and ends. Why wasn't I informed?

The week of driving into the motherfucking city is on hold for a day. I've driven an hour to have fun for the last three nights. It resumes tomorrow with The E-Mics at The Lyons Den (come, Chicago people!), and then on Saturday for the Ghettobillies (also at The Lyons Den) and likely Sunday for Brother Brother (also also at The Lyons Den). I'm a busy motherfucker.

I'm slowly getting around to writing people letters. This gives me some small amount of justification for the many fountain pens that I've acquired. The problem with such letters is that I forget what I've written on them. So I'm always wondering if I said something stupid. With e-mail I can go back and check and overanalyze. With real mail, I have to overanalyze from memory, and that can be a dangerous thing.

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