Jackson's Death put in perspective...

by Billy Mays. Sure Jacko died, but Billy Mays death is the real loss here. Billy Mays, unlike Fawcett and Jackson, was making active and daily contributions to American society and culture. It's he who we will all miss most. It's unfortunate that it took the death of an American icon like Billy Mays for people to realize that Michael Jackson's death was fairly irrelevant.

For the record, Michael Jackson has been dead for years. With all due respect to Rocco and his memories, the fact is, as good as Michael Jackson was, he hasnt done anything in years to contribute to my life. For all you retards celebrating his life now, you look like idiots playing his music. If you really gave a shit, you woulda been honoring him long before he died, like Timmy Donahue.

So yeah, weep for Michael Jackson as if losing him really was going to make a difference in your life. He was done making GOOD music. He was done making any contributions. Sad that he died early? of course. But stop acting like your life will never be the same. His songs are just as good now as they were when he wasnt rotting 6 feet under.

i'm not insensitive to death. its a part of life, and when tragic, it is difficult to deal with. but can we please stop acting like society is going to be missing out? the guy wanted to get away from all of you for years and he finally did. Everything in this world happens for a reason, and guess what, the reason he died WASNT so you could put a facebook status message up.

The biggest tragedy of all is talented people like Michael Jackson die early while hundreds of idiots will live long enough to screw up their lives. Or get really old, somehow still have a license, and drive into people.

Stop acting like you lost something because Michael Jackson was doing something for you lately. Dont be one of the millions of jerks that instantly feigned grief for the sake of looking cool. He's been dead for years; but all of the sudden his music becomes worthy of your praise when he croaks? Frankly, I'd much rather talk about the HS student nutjob that killed his football coach. At least that coach was still producing NFL talent. What was MJ producing besides a cardiac-arrest inducing tour preparation?

Look, this isnt an MJ trashing, the guy will go down in history as one of the greatest of all time. but PLEASE stop acting like his best years were ahead of him. Celebrate his life all you want, but to me, he's been dead for years.

While on the topic of death, I think it's important to address something much more problematic. BILLY MAYS WAS NOT OFFED BY THE SHAMWOW GUY. Stop with the rumors. We all know the Shamwow guy had nothing on Billy Mays. Hell, he didnt even have anything on the hooker he tried to beat up. Eddie Murphy gets caught with a hooker and his career survives, Shamwow guy gets his ass kicked by a hooker and Billy Mays dies? What the hell is wrong with the world.

Say what you want about how annoying and obnoxious Billy Mays was. But hey, he loved his job. How many people can say that? Billy Mays wasn't selling you an agenda like a politician, he wasn't selling you movie or a music album, he wasn't selling you drugs. no, Billy Mays, you sold us products that helped us clean. Oxy-clean to be exact. And let's face it, as the Shamwow guy can testify, we all get dirty at some point in our lives.

Farrah Fawcett's death was also tragic, cancer is no good. But let's face it, the fact that she lived 14 years after she made "Man of the House" with Chevy Chase and JTT is a miracle in its own right. Seeing the movie took a decade off of my life so I can only imagine what it did to her.



Jackson may have left us with music and dancing, Fawcett with acting, but Billy Mays left us with a product, a personality, and a way of life. Do something, do it well, love it, and shout at people about it.

--Boosh

EUROTREAT

The following is an excerpt from a journal I kept while I was backpacking across Europe for the past few weeks

Day 5

I was up til 4am last night uploading pics. Today was our day trip to Brussells. Our day started rough. We got some bread for the train and then waited forever for a subway ticket. Well, at least I know Paris' metro isnt perfect. We're at the train station in less than 10 mins. Where do we go? No English anywhere? MADNESS. We finally found the ticket booth. A round trip to Brussells from Paris with my train pass was 52 Euro? For Sara, 180 Euro. Ummm, what's the French word for overpriced? Naturally, we said eff that, lets just go somewhere else.

Lille France? Sure sounds lovely. But then, the look on my cousin Sara's face when she found out I didn't have the book? Utter devestation wouldnt suffice to cover the tragedy in her eyes. Exploring a random French city with no map or idea where we're going? Looks like this was going to be more of a Jeff adventure. 1 hour of traveling through farms, we arrived in Lille. Sara's fear that Lille was a giant barnyard had been refuted by an fairly urban center filled with giant statues of half baby/half dragons. Damn the French are so weird.


Sara, feeling quite bold, decided it would be worth it to check train prices from Lille to Brussells. I wasnt convinced it would be an upgrade, but I stood corrected. Sure enough, there was cheap travel to Brussells from Lille. I paid about 3 Euro and Sara paid about 30. not bad at all. However, here is the issue...

Train from Paris to Lille 11:00 dep. arrived at 12pm
Train from Lille to Brussells 1:10 dep. arrive at 1:40pm
Train from Brussells back to Lille 4:15 dep. arrive at 4:45pm
Train from Lille back to Paris 5:00 arrive at 6pm

Problem 1: There are 2 stations in Lille
Problem 2: If the train from Brussells to Lille is even running 5 minutes late, we're screwed and wont have the time to run to the other station and make the 5pm train.

With my encouragement, we quickly scouted the city of Lille and saw some great architecture. Running low on time, we quickly sprinted through the city of Lille to catch our train to Brussells.
In Brussells, we would have roughly 3 hours to scope out the city. The gameplan was to get to the big plaza, the Cathedral, try some Belgian beer, some Belgian fries and some Belgian waffles. Once we got off the train, we'd have to take a subway into town. So we got off the train and headed to the subway. However, the subway was PACKED. Sara barely squeezed into one car, so I sprinted up to the next one and got on.
At this point, I realize Sara might not have any idea what stop to get off of. I did. I did tell her, but she never acknowledged me. Figuring that I'd just see her back at the train station, I decided to just go off on my own. DAMN MY LACK OF WRISTWATCH.

Let the Brussells speed tour begin! First, I tried to find the Grand Palace. Fail. I walked about 3 blocks in the direction but got pretty impatient considering I had no idea where I was and wasnt ready to head away from civilization. So I turned back around and made my way to St. Catherine's Cathedral. There was also this crazy environmental park and all of these statues just sitting around. I was fairly impressed with this area. My speed tour then took me around this nice university in Brussells. From there, I stumbled upon Brussells financial district and figured there was nothing interesting so I decided to make my way back towards the train station direction.

Sure enough, I stumbled upon the big commerical area and it was pretty cool. Newbury St. shops with the downtown crossing cobblestone and walking area. Where the hell are the Belgian waffles? Aha. There they are. They have waffle stands all over the place. I got a couple and put some icecream on them. The hype is true: Belgium has great waffles. I figured I was running low on time so I tried to go find some good Belgian beer. I strolled into this dive bar and upon my entrance, announced to the bar "I hear the Belgians have good beer." The bartender was the only one who spoke English, so my statement was met with puzzled looks.

She sat me down at the bar next to a really drunk guy (it was 3pm). She poured me a liter of her favorite belgian beer and i downed it in about 10 minutes. I took several pictures and the bartender and I shared some good stories. The drunk guy also told me stories using the bartender as a translator. The bartender goes to America, Atlanta in particular, every 6 months. I asked why, she said "Sex." so I looked at her to see if she was joking or knew what she was talking about. Well, she did, and I am quite certain she is a Belgian mail order prostitute. As I announced I was about to leave so I could make my train, the drunk guy gave me these parting words, translated of course. "The first thing I do when I get to New York is jump off the Statue of Liberty." It's pearls of wisdom like these that made me wish I took philosophy.
As I took the subway back to the train station, I was hoping Sara had a good Brussells experience. As I sat in thought, I noticed this 7 year old Belgian brat sticking her tongue out at me. So, I told her mother on her, with gestures. The mother playfully yelled at the daughter and the daughter got all embarassed. So then the mother started talking to me about god knows what, friggin french. I just nodded my head with that blank stare that I'm used to getting when I order from the taco bell in Lawrence. We both got off at the same stop and as I walked away, the formerly shy 7 year old yells "Au Revoir!" and smiles. Aw, what a cute kid.

So now I need to find my train...and Sara. See, Sara also has my ticket, an important thing. So I started walking towards the big board of train departures and sure enough, Sara was walking right in front of me. We hopped on the train and shared our respective Brussells experiences.

But the day was not over yet. The train pull into Lille at 4:50. 5 mins late. we have 10 mins to get to the other station. We go up to the train doors, hoping to be the first to exit, when all of the sudden over the loudspeakers "Attention passengers, we cannot let you off the train just yet, please stand by." You gotta be kiddin me. Sara says "I knew this was a bad idea." I shrug her off, I mean sure I was nervous, but hey, this is Europe. If you're not dangerously close to missing trains, then what the hell are you doing there? Just as I thought my lust for adventure and general hubris and done me in, the doors opened and I took off like a bat out of hell. It was 4:53. 7 minutes to run 800 meters. I go up the escalator and maky my way out of the train station into the open roads. Clock tower says 4:55, 600 meters. After another 200, I paused, Sara was relatively close behind me. I pushed on ahead. Cmon, 400 meter dash, you used to do this in 50 seconds. But this time, I had a backpack, oh, and I was also grossly out of shape. After another 200, I paused from exhaustion. Despite my failure to be a human being, Sara was still behind me so I waited for her to catch up on my exhaustion.

We arrived at the Lille station at 4:58 and boarded the train. Sadly, Lille will only know me as a guy running with a back pack, I could have been so much more. The train back to Paris was extremely normal compared with the rest of the intense day. We walked back to the apt from the train station and it turned out to be a pretty seedy area. Sara was at her breaking point I think. Thankfully, other than the usual Sudan protestors, the walk was uneventful.

Ashley was making veal chops for us tonight; man I had it rough in Paris. I probably had 10 veal chops total due to their deliciousness. We had some cheese for dessert and ending up destroying multiple bottles of wine. Good conversations, good drinks and before I know it, its midnight. we took the subway home and I ended up pulling an all nighter to pack and finalize my trip. tomorrow I begin the Euro-Trip on my own. Munich, here I come...

Rest in Peace King of Pop

To say yesterday was a tough day would be an under statement. Someone who are dad's used to and shit maybe even still jerk off over died of cancer. Then the greatest artist and performer of all-time dies suddenly of a "heart-attack". The autopsy today will give us our real answers. Its like he knew the "Rule of Three" and once he saw Farrah Fawcett go down, he had to upstage her death. And to be honest he is probably the only person in the world that would have been able to upstage some one else's death.

People now a days only have short term memories. So they only remember "Wacko Jacko", the one that nearly dropped his kid off an 8 story balcony and allegedly was touching boys. None of those charges held up in court those lying bastards.

Michael started off in the Jackson 5 when he was 11. We can thank his fame crazed father who tried living through all his sons. They pumped out hit after hit and without question Michael was the star of the family. I mean lets be honest, I think they were all hoping that it wouldn't be Tito. So like every good band, the best member goes solo and everyone else at the same time sulks/bitches/goes solo as well.

So at the old age of 20, which by today's standards in music he would be over the hill, Michael came out with his first album, Off the Wall. Two massive hits on that album included Rock With You and Don't Stop Until You Get Enough. Then a few year later he procreated the created music album of All-Time, in Thriller. This was a pretty good album for him...This one had Thriller, Billie Jean, Beat It, Wanna Be Startin' Something. All went number 1. This one album sold over 109 million copies. That is fucking ridiculous. Then he toured a little, preformed for all the Presidents, sang with Paul McCartney, Co-Wrote a song with Lionel Richie that nearly every major singer and celebrity sang on. Umm...what else am I missing here, he bought a monkey, created his own dance that no one in the world can come remotely close to duplicating, built a mansion with a fucking theme park in it, wrote a book, went to number one...weird.

Not only could this man upstage larger than life figures in death, but he did it in real life as well. He preformed at Super Bowl XXVII (One of the Cowboy v. Bills disasters) and it was the only time in Super Bowl history that more people watched the Halftime show than the actual game.

Well after this Michael started put things in neutral and things started to slow down for him. He got married, and divorced. Started reportedly letting little boys sleep with him and started taking pain killers. Got re-married, made a huge comeback CD/ sang the hit song to a huge motion picture(Free Willy bitches). Had kids. So in a way just like his music was ahead of the time, even the way he ran his personal life was ahead of his time. The man was a true visionary.

Some of my finest memories of a young Rockdaddy came listening to Michael Jackson. Like freshman year in college when I was cleaning out my room before we moved out for the summer I was BLARING Jacko and dancing and got caught by two of my friends and they watched me apparently for minutes. Umm every Halloween it is written that I have to do the chorus dance to Thriller, i know I am forgetting other ones so if you remember please send them my way or post a comment.

Anyways....tonight Michael, I will be having a few Dos Equis for you sir...

-Rockdaddy

What D Would Be Doing If He Didn't Have A Va Jay Jay...Oh Wait He Does...

- Rockdaddy

Where Do I Sign for the "Most Interesting Man in the World" Internship?

Its the summer...I work nights...I have a lot of time to watch TV and be lazy. During this time of optimum laziness I am the ultimate channel surfer, so when Shows/games go to commercial I am already on the guide page and looking for what else I can watch. Now though, I am a man of change. I no longer so quickly change the channel and it is for one reason and one reason only, Dos Equis Commercials. also known as "The Most Interesting Man in the World" Spots.

I got no idea who the marketing director is for Dos Equis or whatever Mexican company owns them is but this man is a visionary and in no way is getting paid enough for what he does. Dos Equis is a beer that isn't offered really at any bar, unless its $2 beer night at slum place right outside of Fanueil or some shit hole hole in the wall bar in Western Mass. It is hidden at every packy north of the border (Mexico or the fake Amusement Park in South Carolina). But now every time I go to a bar, I am looking for it so I can help to contribute to the growth of this great beer company.

And don't get me started on the guy who acts as the MIMITW. Is he not the most perfect person for these ads? He looks like a bad ass, hes probably 60 and he obviously gets more tail than any of us ever will. He's beard is fucking glorious. And every time I hear him say "Stay thirsty my friends" I go in my pants. I cant even control it. Well not like I can control it when it usually happens but this is different. I am 100% convinced that this guy is the most interesting man in the world....

Lets take a look at some of this mans traits that make him so interesting....

He has been known to cure narcolepsy, just by walking into the room.

He’s a lover, not a fighter, but he’s also a fighter, so don’t get any ideas.

If there were an interesting gland, his would be larger than most men’s entire lower intestines.

His pillow talk is years ahead of it’s time.

His cereal never gets soggy. It sits there, staying crispy, just for him.

If a monument was built in his honor, Mt. Rushmore would close, due to poor attendance.

You can see his charisma from space.

If he disagrees with you, it is because you are wrong.

He serves sizzling fajita platters barehanded.

Forget all the Chuck Norris or Tim Tebow quotes and website. Where is the Most Interesting Man in the World websites and quote maker thingy's? I say we start that here, now and in the words of JimmyJames "Blowup".

Sounds like the rain is going to stop finally. Looks like I'm going to the packy, buying Dos Equis and going to the rattiest beach in Southie to work on my base tan.

"Stay thirsty my friends...."

-Rockdaddy

What do I want to be when I grow up?

In this tough job market, I realized that as I'm about to enter the working world, i'd better start thinking about what I should do with my life. Dont get me wrong being a lawyer has its upsides, working 80 hours a week, alcoholism, screwing people out of money, but I think I can do a little bit better.

many of you know that my original dream job as always to work at a zoo. Not as a zookeeper of course, but I wanted to be an exhibit. See, animal lovers and I don't often see eye to eye on things other than that dogs are more fun to play with than to eat. Yet, we do agree that just as human beings are animals, they should have their own exhibit and cage at a zoo. who better to serve as the human exhibit than me?
I could talk about the history of the human race, how we evolved from feces throwing monkeys and are in the process of de-evolving because the world continually gets more retarded by the day. then i could talk about intelligent design and engage the discussion about who was the better magician, Jesus or Harry Houdini? I could cook some food. Build shelter, do all things that humans have done to establish themselves as the dominant species.

Sadly, I've put that dream on the backburner for awhile. The fact is, since it's going to be hard to get any job, now is the time to just pick something out and set your heart on it. and i guess i found something where i can make a greater contribution to the world. Where every day I can reach millions of people and inspire them with meaning and value to their lives. I've already sent my resume, letters of recommendation, my transcripts to the trillion dollar corporation. Ladies and gentlemen, I am going to be the token white guy in a McDonald's Commercial.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzSPvYDNyd8&feature=PlayList&p=67715C7AF4D9432F&index=7

The Token White Guy in a McDonald's Commercial is the epitomy of a dignified actor. Before auditioning, I'm sure each actor carefully reviews the script. As he reads about how the White guy in a McDonald's commercial must act kooky with wild energy, he probably says, "Yeah. That's totally me. Perhaps you've noticed over the years how McDonalds has really focused its marketing. It's no secret that McDonalds has recently began its appeal to mostly white people. See the links below.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0eN9KP6lOZs&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AADvP-rKrfo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtaS60uIQUc&feature=PlayList&p=67715C7AF4D9432F&index=0

So now McDonalds has the token white guys apparently crossing over into other cultures. We all remember those two down's syndrome guys who rapped about chicken mcnuggets, that was a victory for all the mentally challenged. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lOyZKmRRuI

but aside from the positive portrayal of these retards, McDonalds commercials, like many car commericals and college admissions brochures, love to mix up the races.

But even with the latest mcdonalds commercial, we have the standard black guy who is bff with the kooky white guy. Then, the McDonalds server serves them their drinks with a complimentary coke glass. First of all, when was the last time a McDonalds employee brought your food to you? First grade birthdays dont count. Second of all, the token white guy, because getting excited about a free piece of glassware wasnt enough, made sure he did a nice little fist pound and talked about how the umm fireworks "exploded?" well i dont know about you, but I said, OH MAN THATS HILARIOUS. WHITE PEOPLE DO THAT ALL THE TIME. Dont be coy with me mcdonalds. if I want to watch someone play race cards, I'll watch Chappelle or Chris Rock, cuz they wont be subtle. and oh yeah whats that other thing? THEY'LL BE FUNNY.

And since I am about to change the subject off of this completely, I'll summarize: the point I am making is, clearly, being the token white guy in a McDonalds commercial is a dream job. It's the one place I can be myself and have some dignity.

So dont get me wrong, I know exactly who to blame this problem on. There's so many idiots in this world with marketing degrees? Why? Is marketing so easy? Or is marketing the catch-all business degree that guarantees you a job in corporate America so you can aspire to be a hot shot middle management guy for your career goal? There's so many morons that graduate with business school degrees that have no idea how the world works and yet somehow they find ways to invade my life by writing god-awful commercials.

Speaking of that, stop quoting TV shows for their profoundness. The last person I'll ever want advice from is the bearded 31 year old living in a basement who spent his twenties getting coffee for Everybody Loves Raymond writers. Yet, as some people hear meredith grey read her lines over a musical montage, you'd think it was socrates the way its quoted. Because that guy REALLY knows what love and life is all about as he goes home to jerk off in his sock every night.

"Oh jeff, ur so silly. its not cuz its profound, its cuz i relate to it! hehe" No, you dont relate to it, you'd love to think your life was so complicated with relationships and friendships so this garbage television COULD apply to you, but the fact is; it just means you are a shallow and mindless person who needs life's lessons spelt out for you like god damn alphabet soup. if you relate to shows like Grey's anatomy, then you live one hell of a miserable existence who creates drama for yourself. So yeah, keep watching shows like Grey's Anatomy and let the all-wise bearded 300 pound 31 year olds write more lines for Meredith Grey to tell you how to live your life. The joke's on you.

-- Boosh

Some T shirts I found Amusing Which will be arriving in 5-7 Business Days

EMC Level Box at Fenway+Dice-K PItching = One Long Night At the Park

Well this past Friday night one of my 18 employers invited some of its employees to their box at Fenway. We were worried all week about this shitty weather and even if we were going to be able to see this game. Well as if it was a sign from God himself, the skies cleared up, the sun came out and they got the game in.

Seeing that I usually have to do something that I am not particularly proud of to get tickets to Red Sox games, I was all kinds of fired up for the event on Friday. I got to the Park at about 6:30. Walked around for a bit, did the right thing and bought something for my dad for Fathers Day, and got up to the box level. I was obviously a rookie at this so I was walking around like a retard. Finally, I found the Box (If I had a nickel for every time that has happened) and went in.

First off, this was fucking sick. Unreal set up. Its like a high class hotel room. Great view, couches, lounges, fridge, food, I was in awe. There were only about 5 or 6 people there so I go over to the fridge and notice a small amount of adult beverages , so I do what I think is right and grab a water. I walk around, talk to some people, shake hands, kiss babies. Dice-K finally throws his first pitch and it lands in the bullpen. All of a sudden one of my bosses go "Rocco, I thought you were a baseball guy? Grab a beer you pansy." I look up and hes double fisting. Green Light. i go over and the fridge is stocked. And it remained stocked all night. It was almost as if every time someone grabbed a beer, It was replaced instantly.

Well thanks to Dice-K pitching and having another stellar performance; should be interesting how long hes on the DL for. I think it rhymes with "the season". But anyways, need less to say everyone was cocked. The beer flowed like water and I was a fish swimming up stream. The past 2 years of me working at this place and earning minimum wage finally became worth it after this spectacular night. Of course, this did lead me to go to Game On for a while after the game, then wander around Boston by myself and some how not get raped. All in all though, it was a solid night minus Dice-K sucking. The EMC Level is the only way to watch a game.

-Rockdaddy

Metal Gear Solid Movie Update

Ok, for those of you who don't know, Metal Gear Solid is the best video game of all time. It also might be the best thing of all time in general. In 1998, it was released on Playstation. Some of you may be familiar with MGS4, which was released for PS3. Metal Gear Solid is actually the third installment in the series as Metal Gear and Metal Gear 2 came out for Nintendo.


Anyways, the game was so awesome that they are making a movie. There is absolutely little information out there as to how the movie is progressing and developing, but this picture above was found and well, let's just say I have never been more excited for anything in my life.

Solid Snake

Christian Bale as Solid Snake is an excellent choice. I'm curious to see how he does in Terminator 4 before I make my final decision on my approval. In other words, let's just hope he left his cape on the Batman set. All in all, it looks like the right call.

The real excitement comes from who they cast Liquid Snake. Daniel Craig is awesome. The problem is that in the game, Liquid Snake and Solid Snake are identical twin brothers. Daniel Craig and Christian Bale werent exactly separated at birth, so we'll see how the makeup department does. Will he wear a wig? i mean, liquid's trademark is the long hair, so we'll see.

All in all, this is definitely a HUGE development and I am anxiously looking forward to seeing who else is cast. For those of you who dont know anything about metal gear solid, I strongly suggest acquiring a playstation and playing the game. Actually, you know what, i'd much rather you not know anything about it; then go see the movie and be blown away with how awesome it is.

Liquid Snake

-- Boosh

10 Days Until Transformers 2 Comes Out...Mental Prepartion for Megan Fox's Hotness Begins Now

Well as of right now we have 2 of the movies down on Rockdaddy's summer watch list. So far both movies have been pretty good too. The Hangover without question was the superior film, minus the two jackasses we had sitting behind us that wouldn't shut up, so unfortunately I missed some lines that other people were laughing at because of these two ass clowns. I guess I deserve it though for going to watch a movie in Boston and not the solidarity of my Lowell Cinemas, where they have my Saturday Matinee tickets on hold.

Anyways, 10 days from now my pre-season top rated movie comes out, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Obviously with it being this massive summer time movie, there has been early releases and sneak previews and international openings everywhere. So this obviously means one thing and one thing only, Megan Fox bringing the fucking heat every night on the red carpet. Miss Fox is a statistical anomaly. She is like Joe DiMaggio's 56 game hit streak, Cy Young's 511 wins, Teddy Ballgame batting .406 and Pete Rose 4,000+ hits rolled into one. No matter who comes after her, she will remain at the top and no one can touch her shit. She makes Stephen Strasburg, the pitcher from SDSU that got drafted, look like Tim Wakefield when it comes heat on their fastball. So enough with me using these useless baseball analogies to one females uber-hotness. Here is the first official Megan Fox UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH section on Droppin Treats. Enjoy Bitches. Ill be in the bathroom getting my mind right....

-Rockdaddy

How's My Weekly Poll Taste?

Big Irv does it again bitches....New Poll is up, DO WORK

EUROTREAT

The following is an excerpt from a journal I kept while I was backpacking across Europe for the past few weeks

Day 4


Woke up at 11:30. Not bad considering I didn't fall asleep until 6. Damn French TV. First thing to do was meet Ashley for lunch.

CRAZY falafel places in Jewish town. We got hummus, taboule, a block of feta, crazy orange mushy stuff. Of course, wine with the meal. I can get used to this. I saw a street that was called Bourgeois street as well. Well, street in France is Rue.


We then walked around ALOT. We went academic today, much to my delight. Too bad the Archives were closed.It's so fascinating to see figures that American textbooks would label as bad guys are honored here. Robespierre, Louis XVI. Crazy. Imagine once having a monarch, and now having a democracy. Man, I wish we could go back to having monarchies in the world.

We got tea and chocolate croissants at a cafe near Notre Dame on the island. The waiter was an older gent who peculiarly took an active interest in me. First, he started rubbing my head. Later on, when we ordered, I asked for one chocolate croissant and he started rubbing my belly saying "NO NO. You want 2!" Yeah, I agreed. What can I say? He was right.


Through the course of the meal, he would walk by and keep rubbing my belly. At the end of the meal, he convinced Ashley that she had food all over her face. What a comedian. Good to see people in France liking their jobs.

So we did more walking, went inside a few churches, saw the Pantheon. Then we went to the Supreme Court of France "Justice de Palais." We walked further to see the Opera House and strolled a bit further to try and find a watch for me in the ugly building. No dice. I'll get a watch...someday.

OH MAN. I almost forgot the Louvre. So Sara and I go because its supposed to be free (for me) on Fridays after 6pm (Sara, being a bit older, could only get the senior discount). We show up, wait in line, go down the pyramid only to wait in another line, only to find out IT'S CLOSED. WTF. Why not make an announcement? No instead they letting literally hundreds of people wait in line instead of turning people away. More people are even getting into line. Worst part is, employees are just sitting around staring into space, doing absolutely nothing. Lazy? Inefficient? I dont get it.

To cap off the day, we went to this relatively new cafe. I got another hot dog. what? they're good. and cheap. so shutup. i also got a ham and cheese crepe. wtf was i thinking. i was stuffed. Brought back a bottle of wine to the apt. Had a few glasses before passing out on the couch. Tomorrow, it's Brussells...

ya ill play with dogs anywhere I go

-- Boosh

Awesome the Lakers Won the NBA Championship, Kobe Can Cool it With the Mean Muggin' Now

Listen, I'm not gonna lie, I didn't watch one second of this game today. Which is fairly odd because I pretty much watched every second of the entire NBA playoffs despite the Celtics being eliminated roughly a month ago. I thought it would be better to watch re-runs of House and Law and Order:Criminal Intent with Jeff Goldblum instead. But anyways, I'm not really surprised that the Lakers won. I thought they would win the series and after the Magic blew game 4, this series officially ended then.

The one thing I am thankful for is that I don't need to see pictures of Kobe Bryant making scowls and mean muggin the camera anymore. How bullshit was that? All of a sudden now that Kobe is in the Finals he wants to put on the show? We all know what you are really like Kobe and this scowl shit isn't you. Its probably a good thing that they won the series because I cant imagine what his face would be like then entire off season. It would look like a car wreck.

Not to mention that if they Lakers lost, that would eliminate another color from the flamboyant Sasha Vujacic wardrobe, seeing that he is still in such shock from the Celtics sweep that green is no longer part of his repertoire. Imagine if he had to lose blue? It would just be pink and yellow. Pretty fucking gross.

-Rockdaddy

EUROTREAT

The following is an excerpt from a journal I kept while I was backpacking across Europe for the past few weeks

Day 3


11:30 wake up. Slept like a baby. The first item of the day was to meet Aurora. Well after a quick wrong turn, we were forced to take a Metro to the Bastille. Oh man, was I excited to go to the Bastille. Yeah I knew they took it down, but come on, to stand where it used to be? NEver have I prayed for thunder so much in my life so I could run around Paris saying "THEY'VE STORMED THE BASTILLE!" Does that make me lame? Absolutely. Moving on.

So we get in line to buy tickets to the metro, and as it takes forever, all of the sudden this 60 year old black woman starts SCREAMING and CURSING. I was kinda freaked out. But at the same time, it felt fitting.

So I'm at this cafe in Paris. By the way, Paris cafe's are awesome. Everyone sits next to each other and faces the street and just plow through wine. Nobody even goes home. Hell, nobody even works. They just go to cafes, sit next to each other and destroy wine. Anyways, I order a ham n cheese omelette, fries, bread, salad, and sparkling water. The French know how to do a meal for sure.
Meal done, I decide to hydrate. Bottled water, 19 cents? really? So we walk around Paris again. We went to the Louvre, saw the Notre Dame in day light. Sara decided to take a break in the Louvre gardens so we sat down on some metal chairs near a fountain. For some reason, I passed out. The next stop was Champ D'eElysse or however the hell you spell it, dont even ask me how to pronounce it. It was probably the wealthiest area I've ever been around. We walked all the way down to the Arc de Triumph.

I gotta say, being in front of the Arc was pretty overwhelming. Napoleon may have been a small guy, but this Arc was massive and it was about a damn good as a war memorial could ever be. So now we went to this fairly decent park, I was still in awe from the Arc. But man, the next thing we did was climb this hill and go to a church. The church was fine, but the real hook was the view of Paris. It was pretty amazing. (Little did I know that this moment would trigger a desire to go to the highest point in every city I visited to get the best view.)


So we finally headed back to the apartment. That's right. We were staying in Sara's boyfriend's cousin's apartment in Paris while they were away for the weekend. So we get on the Metro, and all of the sudden, this guy with an accordion and his 8 year old daughter get on the subway. The train starts moving and the guy starts playing. I gotta say, I was pretty impressed with his accordion playing abilities while balancing on a moving train. The daughter went around collecting money. If I had a daughter, I wouldnt let her more than 2 feet away from me on the green line. That's all I'm saying...

speaking of that though. The French have absolutely no subway etiquette. I had free passage to absolutely deck people just to get through a crowd and off the train. Excuse moi? forget it. It's warfare. I didnt mind laying into a few people, considering it was the norm.



Oh that reminds me, when I was at the Louvre, I was walking around and Sara and I were talking about LA. I was ripping them for only caring about entertainment and not enough about football. so all of the sudden this woman calls me out. Turns out she's from LA. wtf are the chances. I was talkin about LA for like 3 seconds.

Crepe stands ALL UP IN MY FACE in Paris. Everywhere. I got a nice crepe and a hot dog. The hot dog was actually quite good. The crepe was also pretty good. French food is pretty good. So I couldnt really sleep. I walked about 10 miles today and I cant sleep? really? I turned on the TV. Wow, only 3 channels in France? Oh. and one of them is filled with naked African villagers? Hmm. what else is on? Oh. 10 year olds getting into fist fights. This could be good. Teachers being interviewed talking about violence in schools. Watching teachers helplessly break up fights. This is good TV.

Is D Dead?

OK so now I am starting to get a little bit nervous. Jimmy is starting to write blogs again so that's a good thing. Even though that cock sucker continues to put my gorgeous face on assorted mammals and primates. Boosh is back in the good ole' US of A so he is writing blogs, not like he has anything else to do do anyways besides drink vodka like its water. I'm doing my usual putt smeddling at 3 a.m and creeping on facebook. But where is the fourth member of our group? Where is D?

I cant remember the last time he posted. What ever happened to D's lesson of the weekend? It was a 5 line blog entry and that rat prick cant even do that anymore. I shouldn't swear though. He could be dead. Then id feel like a jerk off. But not really cuz its D. I mean id obviously feel bad but then id be like "Its what he wanted" so id feel better about. So if anyone sees D or hears from him, tell him we miss him and want him to start posting blogs again, no matter how shitty they are.

-Rockdaddy

THIS IS ED HARDY??

Yes, yes it is you douchebags ........ You pay 6o dollars for a regular t-shirt just to have this old shitheads name written in cursive all over it. Sickkkk....... I have skulls that say love all over my t-shirt that this old guy once tattoo'd on some random person, awww your the fuckin man dude












"I guess I'll take the matching glitter covered trucker hat with his name all over it too......... Oh and make it a boys small too so I dont have to work out that much but it looks like Im huge........ I'll be in the back room tanning and snorting protein...... so let me know when its ready , ight thanks broheeeem"
















If you see anyone wearing Ed Hardy shit throw your hot coffee in their face and I'll buy you another one ( Im not buying you another one)



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JJ