Sit down you weird fucker. I am Ahab.
Oh, it's an excellent afternoon, humans. Let's see what we've got on the table.
Well, we've all been mourning the death of Johnny Cash and John Ritter. Sad sad sad. I truly thought that Cash was going to prove himself to be a fucking Highlander, but alas, it is not so. And now I learn that Harry Goz, the voice of Captain Murphey on Sealab 2021, fucking died about a month ago. Dammit. May the God-head bless you Goz. Award-winning actor Micheal Caine is proud of you.
Speaking of news that's about a month late, here's a little tid-bit to make you happy as a pig in shit, if you're anything like me, and I know that deep down you are. Johnny Depp, Josh Hartnett, Benicio Del Toro, and Nick Nolte have signed up to tackle a new movie! What is that film? None other than the fucking Rum Diary! And I see that look you're giving me, you uncultured piss-ant. You don't know of the Rum Diary, the book written by Hunter S. Thompson, of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas fame.
Oh yes, children. That's right. We get to see Johnny Depp being fucking weird all over again. Of course, there's a problem. It's caught in Developement Hell, which means it may never see the light of day. Well, that's bullshit, and it's not going to happen if Thompson has any fucking say in it. That link, kids, is to a fax sent by Hunter himself to Molly Sorenson of 'Shooting Gallery', and it's not pretty, it's fucking beautiful. Notice the mention of Brad Pitt on that fax? Yes, so do I.
Jesus, all it needs is Walken. I'd have a coma of happiness, and I'd never come out again.
Arrr. Remember, tomorrow is International Talk Like A Pirate Day. I be expectin' ye to celebrate. Arr, motherfucker, arrrr.
Well, we've all been mourning the death of Johnny Cash and John Ritter. Sad sad sad. I truly thought that Cash was going to prove himself to be a fucking Highlander, but alas, it is not so. And now I learn that Harry Goz, the voice of Captain Murphey on Sealab 2021, fucking died about a month ago. Dammit. May the God-head bless you Goz. Award-winning actor Micheal Caine is proud of you.
Speaking of news that's about a month late, here's a little tid-bit to make you happy as a pig in shit, if you're anything like me, and I know that deep down you are. Johnny Depp, Josh Hartnett, Benicio Del Toro, and Nick Nolte have signed up to tackle a new movie! What is that film? None other than the fucking Rum Diary! And I see that look you're giving me, you uncultured piss-ant. You don't know of the Rum Diary, the book written by Hunter S. Thompson, of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas fame.
Oh yes, children. That's right. We get to see Johnny Depp being fucking weird all over again. Of course, there's a problem. It's caught in Developement Hell, which means it may never see the light of day. Well, that's bullshit, and it's not going to happen if Thompson has any fucking say in it. That link, kids, is to a fax sent by Hunter himself to Molly Sorenson of 'Shooting Gallery', and it's not pretty, it's fucking beautiful. Notice the mention of Brad Pitt on that fax? Yes, so do I.
Jesus, all it needs is Walken. I'd have a coma of happiness, and I'd never come out again.
Arrr. Remember, tomorrow is International Talk Like A Pirate Day. I be expectin' ye to celebrate. Arr, motherfucker, arrrr.