"Sixteen Candles" John Hughes?

"You know that guy, too? That fuckin' guy. He made this flick Sixteen Candles. Not bad. There's tits in it, but no bush, but Ebert over here don't give a shit about that kind of thing 'cause he's, like, all in love with this John Hughes guy. He goes out and rents, like, every one of his movies. Fuckin' Breakfast Club, where all these stupid kids actually show up for detention. Fuckin' Weird Science, where this chick wants to take her gear off and get down, but oh no, she don't 'cause it's a PG movie. And then, Pretty in Pink, which I can't even watch with this tubby bitch anymore, 'cause every time we get to the part where the redhead hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbin' like a little bitch with a skinned knee and shit. And there's nothing worse than watchin' a fuckin' fat man weep."

Rather than go the more logical Ferris Bueller quote "Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." I think that Dogma summarizes how I really feel about John Hughes' impact on pop culture.

A great man indeed. Thank you for what you gave to the world.

Celebrity Sighting #13

You see white people have names like Lenny whereas black people have names like Carl. Okay yes, I exaggerate, but that was the basic premise I got from my trip to see Tommy Davidson last weekend. I met up with my old college friends and it was a late night. That could have altered my perception of funny, but the whole time, I just didn't get it.

I guess they could be called improv skills, but for me he had some serious ADD. He would start a bit, go back to an earlier bit and then start a third. I was ready to skip all three and go home. I was more focused on getting my two drink minimum. I think to wash this bad taste from my brain, I'll get some old episodes of In Living Color. At least then I can control the volume if he goes all manic again.