I first watched this because I love Howard Stern and Artie was on the show. It was weak and the best thing about it was Shuli making a joke on the Artie roast about its last day in the theater. But I watched it again recently and I really enjoyed it in that garbage Saturday afternoon kinda way. So watch it today.
This was $1. I said yes.
Stay awake or roll over on the couch to the sights and sounds of the 90s.
1989 the 44th Street Deli held a Halloween Party; seemingly at a local bar. The following is found footage of that evening as coworkers drank and danced to music I in no way or form have the rights too.
When I was in high school I went to Peabody’s Downunder to see Rocket From The Crypt play. My friends and I didn’t have enough money to pay the covers so we wandered the The Flats of Cleveland, Ohio sparing change from people. We ended up by The Odeon where we walked right in because whoever was headlining was already on and no one seemed to care or notice. We pointed and laughed at some boy band that was playing got some change and headed back to our show.
This is an example of a better sequel and perfect action movie.
A buddy who made me a tape that had the Minor Threat discography record on it, Dixie by Avail and a Minor Threat cover by The Suicide Machines. This tape would later go on to change my life...
When I was a kid I didn’t really have friends so I retreated to my basement for most hours of the day. If it was the summer I wouldn’t leave the basement besides to eat or use the bathroom. I had a tv, vcr, nintendo and my dog Toby. Here we watched countless movies and acted them out. We would rewrite scenes and create them. (one of Toby’s favorite characters was Snarf from Thundercats) But that’s not the point. The point of this post is to discuss Dennis the Menace Dinosaur Hunter.
That’s an insane number. There’s no more 30 is the new 20. There is just 40 then 50. I guess suicide is an option but I’m much too young for that.
I can’t get comfortable when I want to write. It’s as if I’m blocked. Blocked isn’t something I believe in. My dumb brain is always moving, dreaming, thinking, creating nonsense but nothing is coming out on paper. I keep telling myself to review the ten thousand hours of television I watch a day but instead …