Speaking of Gangs of New York...

...here's something for you to masticate.

The Streets Run Red

After having to sing their music everyday for the better part of a month, I find myself suddenly very interested in the absurdities that make up the heavy metal band, Manowar. As far as I know, they take themselves completely seriously, but everything about them is so cliche, from their leather costumes to their love of hotrods. If my memory serves, they were first created as a parody of how stupid metal had become, making songs about norse mythology, swords and fantasy, brotherhood, and just how all around awesome metal is. But, then they got popular, and have since continued to do the exact same thing for the past two decades. Their music is, quite simply, awful, but so ludicrous that I sort of love it. Any band that makes it a mission of their's to expel "wimps and posers" from the hall is alright by me.

What does this have to do with Gangs of New York? Absolutely nothing. It was just on my mind and I couldn't think of anything poignant to say as an intro.

We Own These Streets Bitch!!

I Find My Lack Of Faith Disturbing

Sooo... uh... yeah. Normally, I'd be running Other Sides to the Conversation here, but, I have not, for the life of me, been able to find time to read up on my fellow bloggers are saying this week. I am sorry (seems as though I've been saying that a lot lately). Just click any link on the blogroll in the sidebar and you'll be taken to something excellent; I read only the best.

But hey, it's been a while since we had a furry. This is a wombat.

His name is Jerry. 

According to the Movies #27

If the movies say it, it must be true!

This week's lesson is courtesy of the good man Fletch.

Action movies come with many tropes, larger than life explosions, muscles bigger than your head, the ability to perform abnormally well during sex, etc. One thing that often goes unnoticed, but is used to great effect to create the atmosphere, is the power of awesome music. See, awesome, bass heavy, in your face music is like pot. It slows you the hell down.

Case in point... these guys! (Click the picture for video proof.)

The Lesson: Playing cool music is like injecting your muscles with concrete. It makes you move slower than molasses, but you will look like badass while doing it.

Addendum: Exponentially cooler with an explosion behind you.

I'm just salivating right now!

FFTSBH Presents: The 1st Annual Snubbies Telecast

Well, isn't this just lovely. Look at all these faces staring in awe at me. I know, you can't believe your eyes. Hello, and welcome to the 1st Annual Snubbies. I am your host, and I will do my best to MC this whole event without teasing or insulting anyone. I mean, Mel Gibson hasn't said anything too offensive in the past month, so it should be easy.
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Wait, shit!

Ok, enough pleasantries. Your votes have been tallied. Let's get cooking.

A disclaimer before the jump: The keeper of the minutes for the ceremony decided to smoke a fat doobie before starting work, and as such, all the acceptance speeches have been lost. I do apologize. I will get better staff for next year when I have better funding.

Cinematic Captions #10

Alright folks. Cleverness caps on! Time to impress me.

But first, last week's winner!

Honorable Mention: "Dude... how are you even here right now?" (Courtesy of Simon)

And, the winner, for the first time, is...

Rachel of [film] girl, interrupted!!

The board gets more diverse everyday.

The Leaderboard

Castor (3)
Simon (2)
Fletch (1)
Univarn (1)
Kai (1)
Rachel (1)

Alright then! In honor of the event that went down just this past weekend, here is this week's shot!

Amuse me!

A Recap of the Glamour

Now that we've had a good day to digest everything, let's recap and reflect.