Check out this customer review of "Reservoir Dogs" from bn.com. How many grammatical mistakes can you find?
May 10, 2002
A first for Queintin Tarantino, back in '94. This film really distinguishes itself to what the title appeals to. Dogs proves that all the million dollar Hollywood styled movies still can't get passed simple story telling, by supplying humor and violence at the same time like this one. Humanistic and playful dialogue throughout the entire film raises it. While some might attack the violence as too graphic, Tarantino uses camera angles that don't always reveal to the audience, a whole picture. This angles make the audience assume the obvious, but instead boils with irony. The same style, chapter book momentum, is also clear in this film. New and inventive this movie is the barrier breaker, and neo-directorial display of an over seen talent. Sexual inuendos don't play any part in such a film, neither does the modern use of violence, just to further the story. So, if you want to watch something new, this hip, wildly tuned bunch of guys, should be able to keep you thinking, what dogs?
Answer: none! This guy has reinvented the concept of language, so the concept of "mistake" does not apply. I am in awe. All my future writing will attempt to approximate the vacuous, self-negating paradox of this reviewer's style.
On Saturday, There was a fashion show that featured local designers, and Zoe and Kaia represented Foat Designs hard. They showed some gathered legwarmers and hot pants that killed. Check their shit out at the Lava Lounge. Ask for Nori, she'll show you the cheddar. Nori is also evidently a medium level bike head. Check: Do you think that a bike is cooler if it has more gears, or less? Wrong! A bike is only cool if it has one gear, and it's even cooler if it does not have freewheel (freewheel means you can coast without moving the pedals, or even move the pedals backward while you coast) and has no brakes, so that you have to stop it by popping the back wheel in the air so that there is no weight on it and stopping it by pushing backward on the pedals. This is not a coaster brake, (that would be the least cool) this is no brake. Of course, my bike has a full 10 speeds, and is a Roadmaster, which, I was informed with much indignace by the bike store dude, is a department store bike. The horror. Now I see these one speed fixed gear bikes everywhere, and any time I see a bike with a big fat load of gears on the back wheel, (like mine) the person riding it is: a) homeless, b) over 60, c) wearing a helmet and is accompanied by a helmeted spouse and small child. This is not correct bike-riding company. I need a new bike bad.
Yesterday I made the sickest t-shirt for Thomas's girlfriend Zoe. I had been promising to make her one for two months, and I finally got the right idea yesterday. I had pretty much been making shirts of nude or semi-nude women, and Zoe being a sensible, non white-trash kind of female, I needed to flip the script. I won't say what I did put on the shirt, but needless to say, I appliqued the hell out of it. I'll post a picture of it when I get a chance.
Also yesterday, bike accident. I was riding one-handed and totally lost it. I jacked up my palms and elbow, tore my pants at the thigh, and messed up my knee. The bike is ok though - that's what counts.
The Vue played at the Triple Rock yesterday. It was one of the sickest shows EVER!!! Minneapolis is so wacked though. Only 30 people showed up max, and 10 of those left after some shitty local band played at 11:30. They must have had Chem Lab together or something. What a crock of shit. The Vue brought the fucking rock anyway, so fuck the haters.
My friend Simona had a birthday over the weekend and to celebrate she hosted a barbecue on Saturday. It was one of the first nice days after like a month of solid rain, and we represented HARD at Boom Island park.
Beer was drank, chicken was grilled, croquet was played and sunburns were had. Here is a movie that simona took that features Kate lotioning up. Yeah. And this picture features Simona Cociuba, our host, and Ms. Kate Ko.
After considering all possible courses of action, I decided that it would be best to sit in direct sunlight for 8 hours while wearing a tennis headband and sunglasses without moving either of those two peices of clothing, causing both of them to TATTOO my face in white while the rest of it turned a lobster-esque red. This week is going to be sweet.
My friend Kim Ruhl (pictured, left) pimped this website with an excruciatingly long URL: http://www.johnkerryisadouchebagbutimvotingforhimanyway.com/
Good call, Kim.
Saw a great t-shirt in Vice Magazine yesterday. It said "F*ck Atkins! eat a carb, bitch!". Love it. Also saw one of the sweetest articles ever. At first I was literally laughing out loud, but then I scrolled down...
Hey. I am Jesse. Marshmallow Coast is one of my favorite bands and I named this site after them. Click here to hear "Classifieds" from their best cd, "Ride the Lightning". (The mp3 is hosted by their label, so it's fine - and it's not taking up space on the blog server.) Althought RTL is their best work, I subtitled the site after their cd "Marshmallow Coasting" because that phrase goes well with the phrase "Marshmallow Coast". On the cover of that cd, the main dude from the band is standing by a road with a guitar on his back while he is holding a sign that says "will play for food", but the word "for" is crossed out and is overwritten with the word "to", so it says "will play to food". That is the type of crap I think is rad.