<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29959467</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:47:15.938-05:00</updated><category term='review'/><category term='movies'/><title type='text'>Ectsgongeroinutaxium</title><subtitle type='html'>Get Rich or Die Tryin--Frederick Douglass</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Madeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11913159500041181356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29959467.post-6028094061291184426</id><published>2009-12-09T23:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:11:53.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie and Julia and Schizophrenia</title><content type='html'>Last night I watched Julie &amp;amp; Julia.  For those who don't watch TV or use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; (congrats on finding my page!!) this movie stars the old Meryl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Streep&lt;/span&gt; and the usually cute Amy Adams in a movie about a woman who is so sad in her life that she decides to cook through a cookbook in a year.  Let us start this review:   The Good-this movie is pretty funny at points.&lt;br /&gt;The Bad:  This movie is depressing.  For those of you who wanted to cry/kill yourself at the beginning of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up, &lt;/span&gt;don't watch this movie alone.  Basically, you get to see the lighthearted life of Julia Child and her husband (played by the wonderful Stanley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tucci&lt;/span&gt;) in France and other whereabouts while, in 2002, Julie takes phone calls about 9/11 tragedies by day and cooks to forget her problems (and marriage) by night.  There is no tension in this movie, bad things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; bad and good things stay good.  There is no change and no excitement.  Julie continuously comments on how she feels Julia's presence and how she feels that Julia is with her.  Somehow no one realizes how insane his sounds when a woman in her 30s has an imaginary friend that exists in real life.  The movie's ending is awful.  You find out that Julia Child hates Julie's blog (that's right, crazy depressed woman has a blog) and then the epilogue scripts roll.  Let me tell you, as  a fan of the "here's what happened to this person afterwards" ending, this sucked.  I was even more depressed when the first things that show up are the death days of the Child coupe and then that crazy botch is a writer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; lives in the area she hates.  Great.  I am not usually one to use words longer than a couple syllables, mostly because they are hard o pronounce when drunk, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; this movie had no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;denouement&lt;/span&gt;.  The little buildup that occurred in this movie was let down with no warning and none of the conflicts were resolved.  i guess my biggest problem with this movie is that it displays the interaction of an interesting life with a realistic one.  That makes it sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29959467-6028094061291184426?l=madeyedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6028094061291184426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29959467&amp;postID=6028094061291184426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/6028094061291184426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/6028094061291184426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/2009/12/julie-and-julia-and-schizophrenia.html' title='Julie and Julia and Schizophrenia'/><author><name>Madeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11913159500041181356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29959467.post-4685181524536045115</id><published>2009-01-05T17:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:52:44.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Two Movie Reviews and a Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Over the past two weeks I went to the theater to see Valkyrie and Yes Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valkyrie is a slow movie.  It starts with a bang and ends with a montage.  This movie is not for everyone, as I noticed when my dad, who loves historical dramas more than I do, said he thought it was just ok.  I really enjoyed this movie.  Good acting, a pretty solid plot, and exciting political intrigue make this movie worth 10 bucks to see.  I have two complaints:  The first is that most actors are British, and celarly so.  This movie involves mainly German officers, so it would have been nice to hear some accents.  My other complaint is about reviewers.  They keep saying that this movie makes no mention of the Holocaust and seem really upset about it.  The Holocaust is mentioned as one of the reasons for Tom Cruise's character wanting to kill Hitler.  So there.  This movie is also about people in the Nazi army and government who wanted to stop Hitler for a variety of reasons and the formation of a plot to kill him.  It is not about the Holocaust.  Go see Schindler's List if you want to watch a movie about the Holocaust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Man is only like Liar,Liar in premise, and is much more mature and funny than that movie.  Jim Carrey does the best I've seen from him in awhile.  Its nice that he can play the funny man and be serious.  This movie is very fun to watch and features a great performance from the guy who plays Maury on Flight of The Concords.  His character as the bank manager will make you laugh each time you see him.  Not to spoil anything, but if you grew up in the 90s there's a musical treat for you in this movie.  Definitely go see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29959467-4685181524536045115?l=madeyedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4685181524536045115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29959467&amp;postID=4685181524536045115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/4685181524536045115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/4685181524536045115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-movie-reviews-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Two Movie Reviews and a Happy New Year'/><author><name>Madeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11913159500041181356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29959467.post-1179703194849085196</id><published>2008-11-26T00:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:09:05.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laurell K. Hamilton-- You Suck</title><content type='html'>I am a huge nerd and as such like to read science fiction books.  I decided to take a chance on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Laurell&lt;/span&gt; K. Hamilton's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Noir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, as it was apparently a bestselling novel.  It has to be the worst book I've ever read, including textbooks and all of the Star Wars books I've trudged through over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was written worse than the Baltimore Sun, which is a newspaper that pushes the limit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; it hits fifth grade vocab.  Ms. Hamilton (you bet your ass she's not married) apparently wrote this thing on a typewriter, because there is no fucking way that anyone would be able to look at a computer screen, see that you do, in fact, use the same adverbs and adjectives over and over again and be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it.  Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Laurell&lt;/span&gt;- hit shift-mother fucking f7.  Use a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;goddamned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thesaurus&lt;/span&gt;.  Then the book would have been readable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To move on to why this book was not good:  It was clearly written by a hopelessly horny yet romantic woman who's looks are going or never were there.  Whenever your main character can be described as you minus some poundage, a few years, and better facial features you are projecting too much.  Also, a woman that gets power from sex?  Are you kidding me?  Don't all women use sex to get shit they want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also- stop googling animals to make new were-species.  Its fucking annoying that I not only have to keep track of vampires, werewolves, and scheming humans but were-rats, were-leopards?  How about you get bitten by a rabid Stephen King and develop the power to write enjoyable fiction.  It could be a new series:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Laurell&lt;/span&gt; K. Hamilton's new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Writer's Block&lt;/span&gt; stories, starting with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curse of the Too Descriptive Narrative that Goes Nowhere after Hundreds of Pages.  &lt;/span&gt;It will be a bestseller in Hell, which must be the largest purchaser of your crap fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Philip K. Dick, he won't let you down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29959467-1179703194849085196?l=madeyedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1179703194849085196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29959467&amp;postID=1179703194849085196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/1179703194849085196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/1179703194849085196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/2008/11/laurell-k-hamilton-you-suck.html' title='Laurell K. Hamilton-- You Suck'/><author><name>Madeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11913159500041181356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29959467.post-8299040402817276181</id><published>2007-12-19T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:16:42.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck ABC Family</title><content type='html'>So, its been awhile since my last post.  Quite awhile actually.  I haven't been my normal, angry self because I've kind of learned how to deal with most things that piss me off.  But after almost two weeks of studying and exams, with one left before I can peace out for a month, I'm losing my shit.  You may ask, what could possibly set a sleep-deprived, studying, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bearate&lt;/span&gt; (combination pirate + bear) off?  One thing (besides fucking hippies):  The bastardization of Rudolph.  Imagine my joy, whilst taking a study break, upon finding that Rudolph and the Isle of Misfit Toys was on ABC Family.  It brought back the many fond memories I had about stop-motion animation, Yukon Cornelius, and Burl Ives as a fat snowman.  I turn it on with a glimmer of nostalgia and happiness in my eyes, an event as rare as the fucking apocalypse, and FUCK!  GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!  ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!  Instead of a lovable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt;' movie, there was a fucking computer-animated new-voiced piece of shit in front of me.  I got to see a childhood classic updated and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't know about you, but a cock punch does not feel better in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt;.  Whose idea was this?  Here's my interpretation: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cockmonger&lt;/span&gt;:  Damn writers strike.  What are we going to do about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christm&lt;/span&gt;-I mean the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Asslicker&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.  We could do a reality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show about midgets making toys.  People love to watch midgets because they're different and thus scary to the general population.&lt;br /&gt;CM: No, the rights aren't up on that yet from Little People Big World.&lt;br /&gt;AL:  We could just show old holiday movies.  Like Rudolph.  Even Jews love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rudolph&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;CM: NO! I have an even better idea.  Rewrite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rudoph&lt;/span&gt;, put it in CG, and rape &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; childhood memory1&lt;br /&gt;AL: Sir, that is an excellent idea.&lt;br /&gt;CM: Thank you.  Now lets go do our volunteer time at the abortion clinic.  Its always so busy this time of year anyway.&lt;br /&gt;AL: Yes sir.  Not all the Christmas Hams get fully cooked!&lt;br /&gt;CM: You crack me up.  You'll have to meet Satan next time he visits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the writers strike, and fuck ABC Family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29959467-8299040402817276181?l=madeyedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8299040402817276181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29959467&amp;postID=8299040402817276181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/8299040402817276181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/8299040402817276181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/2007/12/fuck-abc-family.html' title='Fuck ABC Family'/><author><name>Madeye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29959467.post-895876222641352048</id><published>2007-01-17T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:54:27.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wii's First Casuality</title><content type='html'>So, I heard a news story today about a woman dying while competeing for a new Nintendo Wii.  I have trouble caring about other people, so I didn't listen to the entire report, but it involved drinking large amounts of water.  As far as I'm concerned, its the radio station's fault (the contest was held by a radio station).  Normally, I'd be on the other side, you know, "You signed the release, we're not responsible."  But, fuck, it was water!  What disgusting piece of human shit designs a contest with water consumption that could kill someone?  These are the kind of people that need to be castrated as soon as they show signs of dumbassness.  The people who designed this thing should be strapped to a chair and have that chinese water torture shit done to them until they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, check out Employee of the Month.  watched it last night, and thought it was pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29959467-895876222641352048?l=madeyedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/feeds/895876222641352048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29959467&amp;postID=895876222641352048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/895876222641352048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/895876222641352048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/2007/01/wiis-first-casuality.html' title='The Wii&apos;s First Casuality'/><author><name>Madeye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29959467.post-116183779268306043</id><published>2006-10-26T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:43:12.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Stuck in Claw Machine</title><content type='html'>I read in the news yesterday that a toddler got stuck in a claw machine because he wanted a stuffed animal. Apparently, the kid realized the goddamn machine was ripping him off and decided to crawl inside and take what he wanted. After awhile he was released from his fluffy Plexiglas prison and left-- empty handed. What the fuck? The little shit displayed intelligence way ahead of his time (learning that arcade machines are the mechanized Mafia, extorting the hard earned quarters from the kids of hard working people, and creepy middle-aged Asians) and he didn't get a prize? I would have got the kid a fuckin prostitute to complement the level of intellect he had shown. I blame the Liberals. Especially the really ugly ones (Hillary Clinton, Rosie O'Donnell, Saddam Hussein).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29959467-116183779268306043?l=madeyedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116183779268306043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29959467&amp;postID=116183779268306043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/116183779268306043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/116183779268306043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/2006/10/toddler-stuck-in-claw-machine.html' title='Toddler Stuck in Claw Machine'/><author><name>Madeye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29959467.post-116161903499978590</id><published>2006-10-23T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T11:57:15.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Specials today include half priced Whine and a lovely Deep-dish Bullshit</title><content type='html'>I am tired of people.  People do so many annoying things.  The two most annoying things a person can do are to whine and to bullshit.  Some examples of whining include:  "You aren't doing ___ right. waaaaaaaa"  "But I wanted to ____.  Boo Hoo"   Knock Knock:  Shut the fuck up.  No one cares about whatever you're whining about.  If they did, then you wouldn't have to whine.   As much as whining annoys me, I loathe bullshit.  Bullshit encompasses many things, from a little exaggeration (which is usually fine) to bold faced lies.  For example, the other day someone remarked : "You know, I threw that stuff out that was right here."  To which I replied: "No, I did that on Friday when I was cleaning the room."  "Oh, I must have thrown out another one."  &lt;br /&gt;I left it at that, because now this person has lied to me twice.  I know i threw out both things he's talking about, but he doesn't know that I did, which makes him look like an asshole.  I think liers should hang from the ceiling by their balls while schoolchildren get to hit them in their lying mouth.   I guess what I am getting at is that I strongly dislike lying.   And I will end you if you piss me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29959467-116161903499978590?l=madeyedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116161903499978590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29959467&amp;postID=116161903499978590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/116161903499978590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/116161903499978590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-specials-today-include-half-priced.html' title='Our Specials today include half priced Whine and a lovely Deep-dish Bullshit'/><author><name>Madeye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29959467.post-115090745840818227</id><published>2006-06-21T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:30:58.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolting Pitbull Ministry</title><content type='html'>I saw Pitbull Daycare, the Revolting Cocks, and Ministry at the SOnar last night.  I tripped some major balls, to say the least.  Very Rarely are all the acts in a concert so good that you declare that particular performance to be "the best concert you've been to", but last night was the real deal.  Pitbull Daycare, the obligatory unkown band, turned out to be a really good metal band.  I never headbang before the main act, but this was definately an acceptable exception.  Then, the Revolting Cocks and Ministry put on a great show.  All three bands really worked the crowd and just made a sweet concert even greater.  The fans also seemed to be a lot more into the concert than any other concert I've been to.  Thats why I have to say that, even though Ministry wouldn't go into my top 3 bands, it was a "most excellent performance"  dnnnnneow *air guitar*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29959467-115090745840818227?l=madeyedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115090745840818227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29959467&amp;postID=115090745840818227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/115090745840818227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/115090745840818227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/2006/06/revolting-pitbull-ministry.html' title='Revolting Pitbull Ministry'/><author><name>Madeye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29959467.post-115077855019905228</id><published>2006-06-20T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:42:30.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DVD Extras Just Aren't Enough</title><content type='html'>I got UNderworld : Evolution on the DVD today.  Now I love the movie, it has great featurettes of all the stuff you want to know about, like effects, script changes, costumes, etc.   One question:  Where the hell are the deleted scenes?  Was the one perfect movie that had no mistakes or editing done at all?  No, because that is impossible.  I haven't been this disappointed by a DVD in a while.   Last time, it was the original Sin City's lack of any features, but this time it is due to the lack of the one thing a dvd must always have.  I consider that subtitles, surround sound, scene selections, commentary, and deleted scenes are parts of a dvd, not special features.  That's why its dvd.  No one pays 20 bucks for a movie so that it looks good, they pay for the shitton of extras that make the movie rewatchable.   I can't believe this DVD doesnt have deleted scenes.  On a better note, I'm going to see Ministry in bmore tonight.  I cant wait to not be able to feel feelings anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29959467-115077855019905228?l=madeyedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115077855019905228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29959467&amp;postID=115077855019905228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/115077855019905228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/115077855019905228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/2006/06/dvd-extras-just-arent-enough.html' title='DVD Extras Just Aren&apos;t Enough'/><author><name>Madeye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29959467.post-115075976425436886</id><published>2006-06-19T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:29:24.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warnphoria: de-Evolution</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody, I'm back.  I won't go into why I had to delete my page before because it doesn't matter.  Just know that I am back.  I have decided to come back now, because I have changed quite a bit since last year, not so much in appearance as mentally and morally.  I want to talk about music right now.  I am into classic rock, hard rock, and industrial music.  So I listen to a lot of Zeppelin, Nine Inch Nails, Ministry, Monster Magnet, Pearl Jam and the likes.  However, I am starting to get into to some different kinds of music.  Thanks to a certain person, I started listening to the Bad Brains, a hardcore band from DC that was active from late seventies through the eighties.  The Bad Brains are one of the best bands I've ever heard.  Thus, I started to get a little more into punk and harcore, genres I had ignorantly disdained in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This leads up to last week, when I saw Nine Inch Nails for the second time.  Two bands opened for them, TV on the Radio and Bauhaus.  TVOR was really, really chill.  I'm talkin skip work, sit in a lawn chair and drink in the sun all day chill.  Bauhaus, though very awkard on stage, had a great, heavy sound in most of their songs.   I feel like a year at college has really, to be corny yet serious, expanded my mind.  Now that I got that out of the way, be ready for more light hearted posts in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29959467-115075976425436886?l=madeyedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115075976425436886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29959467&amp;postID=115075976425436886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/115075976425436886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29959467/posts/default/115075976425436886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeyedog.blogspot.com/2006/06/warnphoria-de-evolution.html' title='Warnphoria: de-Evolution'/><author><name>Madeye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
