Chainsaws, Power Drills, and Blow Torches...

..OH MY! I saw "Hostel" this weekend. And I am kind of obsessed with it. The whole beginning is non-stop T&A. So, Eli Roth got me with that. Then, he hits you with the violence. I am talking the kind of violence that made even me go, "OHHHH DAAAAAM!" But, as I am a Creative Writing major, it has a really clever and awesome story concept to it. I watched the movie, and then I watched the commentary with Quentin Tarantino and Eli Roth. They actually were talking about the movie and not just annoying the shit out of me, i.e. "Undeclared" and their commentary. Then, I watch all the "making of" featurettes. I was kind of worried about it. I don't know how other people would react to this movie. Most people I have talked to are not too gung ho about the violence, but it really adds to the suspense and fear factor. Overall, I give "Hostel" the Rochester Binghampton Drinking on a Saturday Night Seal o' Approval.

Two Tickets to Paradise

So apparently WKNC is giving away Widespread Panic tickets. Well, a fellow DJ sent out an station wide e-mail about a problem he ran into. It read:

• Hey if you give tickets away make sure the winner knows when and where to pick up there tickets or who to contact for more information. I had a guycall up demanding the widespread panic tickets that he won, yet he didn't know who he won them from or which day he won them for and when he shouldpick them up.

I sent back a reply:

• Wait, so a Widespread fan couldn't remember who or when he won tickets? Shocker!

Why the hell are WE giving away Widespread tickets? I get yelled at whenever I play asong longer than 6 minutes, but we are giving away tickets to one of the worst jam bands of all time!

Mustache Ride: 3 for $1!

So J-Biz got married lat weekend. It was lovely. J-Biz was excited to finally get to have sex. He was able to wear white, but alas he had to wear what they call "Whore's Off-White" for his gloves. We went to Sears and got our potraits done the day before. A kind of a last hoorah. I grew that mustache for the better part of two weeks. That was two weeks I could not walk past the middle school or drive my van. I wish there was not this stigma over mustaches. Okay, maybe it is not such a good idea to have "Free Candy" spray-painted on the side of my van, but that just happens to the be the name of the company I bought it from. Excuse me for not being the kind of high roller who can buy a van brand new without any spray paint on it. You people make me sick.

Dad-1 Rochester -0

So, my father thinks that my blog's title would attract wackos. I told him that, if anyone ever actually read my blog, then they would know that I am about as serious as a Tickle-Me-Elmo. However, there are those types out there, who don't read things and just jump on in the pool. I got this lil' one from a blogger on my dorm memories post:

• "I’LL BET MY COPS ARE MORE CHICKENSHIT THAN YOURS ARE. WELLS & ELKO, NEVADA: NOBODY MORE CHICKENSHIT."

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! I was talking about hiding porn in a dorm room and this is what the guy posts? Oh, man! I guess I owe my Dad a Coke and a smile.