TMNT

Fuck we suck at keeping this blog up. I blame Christene, she thinks she is better than this place, and I don't. No, I couldn't be as cool as this blog even if my underwear were tied died and I colored my air with smelly felts. Yeah you assholes know what I am talking about.

The last couple of months I have partaken in watching old movies. I watched The Karate Kid, RoboCop, Terminator and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. And you know what? I came to the conclusion, they just don't make movies like these anymore. No way. They are so chalked full of effects and fancy actors these days. It really sucks. I like watching movies where I have to use my imagination to believe. Where I have to put my rational thinking to the side for an hour and a half. Suspend reality and what not. Now, the movies are so fancy I am transported to whatever time and place they want me to exist in.

Oh yeah, an hour and a half, remember when movies were no longer than ninety minutes. Now we are lucky if they are under seven hours.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is epic. Not only do these guys do their own stunts but they also deliver such fantastic lines as: 'wise man say, forgiveness is divine but never pay full price for late pizza'. They don't even try to write lines that great anymore. Or the part where Donatello and Michelangelo are eating Pork-Rinds on the couch. Michelangelo was always my favorite. I used to make nunchucks out of socks.

When I was little I used to bounce back and forth between wanting to be a turtle and wanting to be part of the Foot-Clan. I mean those foot guys got to rock pajamas all the time. Not to mention, their boss was a dude name Shredder. Can you get more badass than that?

I didn't think so.
Turtles in a half-shell, turtle power!

On The Inside Of The Outside

I'm hip. I get it. And I love it.
When I was growing up I longed to be able to go back in time, I was positive that I should have been born in 1943 so that I could have experianced the 50's and 60's for myself. My dad use to take me to Jukebox Junction and I would get to buy 45's with my monies, and this was my life. I listened to oldies watched grease and Rebel without a Cause every singe day. But there was one thing, ONE THING that I was IN LOVE WITH.
The Outsiders.

I read the book a thousand times.
And when I saw the movie, it blew my mind.
To this day I wish I could have lived in that house with those boys.
That was one hot cock fest. Not only do you have a young Tom Cruise, Emilio Estevez and Patrick Swayze. And you have the Karate Kid. And the icing on the cake? Your eyes also get treated to ROB LOWE and MATT DILLION. (Side note what the hell ever happened to Matt Dillion?)
Who organized this cast? They deserve an award, a huge fucking cookie.
Never has there been a movie to rival this beauty.
Sure Dallas was an asshole, and Two-bit Matthews always wore the same mickey mouse shirt, and maybe Darry had a bad temper, but you can look past all of that because they are pretty.
And finally....Sodapop Curtis....Will you marry me?