Angry Mom Flings Pizza At Chuck E. Cheese Character
MACON, Ga. -- A teenager dressed as Chuck E. Cheese was pelted with pizza and threatened with a beating Sunday by an angry parent who said the restaurant mascot wasn't paying enough attention to her child.
Macon police reported that a 17-year-old girl was in costume as the pizzeria chain character -- a gray cartoonlike rodent with large front teeth. That's when the 31-year-old Macon woman threw a piece of pizza at her, the report stated.
The woman then allegedly threatened to "whip" the girl when she changed out of the costume.
The incident allegedly happened at a Chuck E. Cheese restaurant in Macon over the weekend.
No charges were filed in the incident, and the mother was not identified by police."
Ty Cobb would be so proud. GEORGIA IS THE STRONGEST!
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
No one enrolled in my school of MCin'
Just to make things clear...
YES, that IS a picture of Rob Zombie, Diamond Dallas Page and Danny Trejo (AKA "That Huge Mexican Dude that must have compromising pictures of Robert Rodriguez) on the set of "House of 2,000 Corpses". Fuckin' groovy.
YES, that IS a picture of Rob Zombie, Diamond Dallas Page and Danny Trejo (AKA "That Huge Mexican Dude that must have compromising pictures of Robert Rodriguez) on the set of "House of 2,000 Corpses". Fuckin' groovy.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
I hate the Internet
evil_dead_fan had this to say on Countingdown.com, in regards to rumors about Bruce Campbell's involvement in "Freddy Versus Jason 2"
"Ofcourse everyone is untilted to there opinion but here is my two cents.Like some one said before Ash isn't afraid of S*** ash Would'nt get killed in the first 5 minutes ,he gets of by luck.Besides freddy and jason have been killed by teenagers same with micheal why cant ash throw his hat into the ring.that is my two cents
Your not leading but two things right know Jack and S*** and Jack just left town
(army of darkness)"
I can't believe he didn't spell "cents" with a leading 's'.
"Ofcourse everyone is untilted to there opinion but here is my two cents.Like some one said before Ash isn't afraid of S*** ash Would'nt get killed in the first 5 minutes ,he gets of by luck.Besides freddy and jason have been killed by teenagers same with micheal why cant ash throw his hat into the ring.that is my two cents
Your not leading but two things right know Jack and S*** and Jack just left town
(army of darkness)"
I can't believe he didn't spell "cents" with a leading 's'.
Monday Night RAW, bitch!
WHAT WORKED:
Damn Jericho is stoked to be working a tatted, roided guy who isn't Tomko. I haven't seen him look this good in ages. Batista continues to deliver big, and Orton just bumps like a freak. Edge works hot tag as opposed to face in peril, and it works well for him. I rarely say good things about Edge, but is he worlds better than Lance Storm as a partner for Jericho. The double drop kick spot was off but really everything else in this match worked like a mutha. Richmond crowd was also superhot for it and really cool as they started to chant "Y2J, Y2J" to the beat of the coliseum fire alarm. I'm not suggesting that Timbaland sample that beat or anything, but it was neat hearing them chant to that beat instead of the played out "clap clap clap" one. Shit, now I can just hear Missy Elliot fucking up a perfectly good fire alarm Timbaland beat. I can't stand Missy Elliot lately, she has to spend an entire song showing how exotic and interesting she is. Anyway, back to the match. They actually had Edge work face in peril after Jericho did, as they had plenty of time. That clothesline on Orton fucking ruled. The killer clothesline looks really great, but it's dumb to have Batista using the Smackdown! Champion's finsher. It was really dumb to have RVD do the frog splash while Eddy was champ, but at least Eddy has other moves. Bradshaw has nothing but a clothesline and a goosestep. I also really liked the section where Batista just ground his foot in Edge's gut, and Batista's rib sell of the spear/lionsault combo really made the finish work.
REGAL IS WRESTLING!!!!!!!! Yeah. So Regal gets to work a match against the least talented of the Blue Bloods. Regal just does everything so well. Helmsley tries to do his apeing Flair stuff, really nice Flair/Valentine flop, awful backdrop out of the corner... this wasn't as good as any of the Marquis of Queensbury Flair vs. Regal rounds... but just seeing Regal wrestle makes me happy. Tag him and Eugene up already. They're continuing with the Eugene is STRONG gimmick which is stu-PID and destroys his character, and the wrong guy with knucks finish really doesn't work. Eddy Guerrero is all about taking every false lucha finish and turning it into a meta-rassling thing. It just comes off cheap when the RAW crew tries to do it too. RAW apeing Smackdown finishes just makes RAW look like Riki Ratchet. The arm work at the beginning was really beautiful, as was the left/right forearm/uppercut combos. It really looked like Regal had all this nifty stuff he has been eager to bust out for a year.
Main event kind of felt too short, largely because we miss so much due to the commercial breaks. But damn, this was good. If it wasn't for commercial breaks this would have been better than the tag. The Richmond crowd essentially died after the tag match and were dead for most of this show but this match brought them back, who would've though that? Kane works his ass off here and after seeing endless Helmsley/Michaels/Benoit variations it's nice to see Benoit get to work someone who knows how to sell.
WHAT DIDN'T WORK:
That opening mic thing went 15 minutes and Eugene didn't get to talk. He and Regal actually have mic skills so give them the mic. I mean, Eugene is in the ring with him, Regal is in the ring with him, so why is this being scripted like a one man play; Hunter is Eleanor Roosevelt. This was written as Helmsley giving a monologue "and then you would say, and if he was given the mic Regal would have just admitted irrefutably, and then Dorothy Height said to me".
Two weeks ago they booked Jim Ross as Richard Holbrooke, this week they book him as Sally Jesse Raphael. "The question on all of our minds Kane, is why the anger?" Damn, that Jim Ross sure is multitalented. I hope they have the common decency to actually pay for Maury Povich to do the paternity testing instead of having Ross play that role too. Also, if they're trying to make Kane seem creepy, his "I'll never be able to have a normal life" lines just come off poor. Stop talking about being self aware about being abnormal. Its far creepier when a character isn't self aware. If Kane said "It was the best sex I ever had because she reminded me of my mother"., that would be poor writing but it WOULD be genuinely fucked up. This "I know I'm odd" stuff is just poor writing period.
Rhyno sure sucked tonight.
I think they should do a Smackdown trade and bring Spike Dudley over to RAW, his double stomp finish would make a really great way to perform the East Oakland Abortion on Lita. Then you could do a poor mans Mike Awesome v. Spike with Kane trying to get revenge for his smushed spawn. See, the problem with the Kane character is that it's really hard to sidetrack him. This pregnancy angle is really smart as it allows them to do that easily. Two month feud with Hardy. Two month feud with Danny Doring. Two month feud with Essa Rios. Then they either go with the stillborn birth where Kane wrestles for next year with a dead fetus in a sling around his back like a really creepy Lone Wolf and Cub, or they can have Lita give birth to a daughter leading to the paternity 4 way with Doring, Rios, Kane and Hardy. Have Kane feud for two months with Michaels and Sting over their insistence that Kane should baptize little Lyla. Then have R. Kelly film himself fucking Lyla in her soft spot. That's twelve months you can sidetrack him before his next title shot. It books itself.
THERE YOU HAVE IT!
Damn Jericho is stoked to be working a tatted, roided guy who isn't Tomko. I haven't seen him look this good in ages. Batista continues to deliver big, and Orton just bumps like a freak. Edge works hot tag as opposed to face in peril, and it works well for him. I rarely say good things about Edge, but is he worlds better than Lance Storm as a partner for Jericho. The double drop kick spot was off but really everything else in this match worked like a mutha. Richmond crowd was also superhot for it and really cool as they started to chant "Y2J, Y2J" to the beat of the coliseum fire alarm. I'm not suggesting that Timbaland sample that beat or anything, but it was neat hearing them chant to that beat instead of the played out "clap clap clap" one. Shit, now I can just hear Missy Elliot fucking up a perfectly good fire alarm Timbaland beat. I can't stand Missy Elliot lately, she has to spend an entire song showing how exotic and interesting she is. Anyway, back to the match. They actually had Edge work face in peril after Jericho did, as they had plenty of time. That clothesline on Orton fucking ruled. The killer clothesline looks really great, but it's dumb to have Batista using the Smackdown! Champion's finsher. It was really dumb to have RVD do the frog splash while Eddy was champ, but at least Eddy has other moves. Bradshaw has nothing but a clothesline and a goosestep. I also really liked the section where Batista just ground his foot in Edge's gut, and Batista's rib sell of the spear/lionsault combo really made the finish work.
REGAL IS WRESTLING!!!!!!!! Yeah. So Regal gets to work a match against the least talented of the Blue Bloods. Regal just does everything so well. Helmsley tries to do his apeing Flair stuff, really nice Flair/Valentine flop, awful backdrop out of the corner... this wasn't as good as any of the Marquis of Queensbury Flair vs. Regal rounds... but just seeing Regal wrestle makes me happy. Tag him and Eugene up already. They're continuing with the Eugene is STRONG gimmick which is stu-PID and destroys his character, and the wrong guy with knucks finish really doesn't work. Eddy Guerrero is all about taking every false lucha finish and turning it into a meta-rassling thing. It just comes off cheap when the RAW crew tries to do it too. RAW apeing Smackdown finishes just makes RAW look like Riki Ratchet. The arm work at the beginning was really beautiful, as was the left/right forearm/uppercut combos. It really looked like Regal had all this nifty stuff he has been eager to bust out for a year.
Main event kind of felt too short, largely because we miss so much due to the commercial breaks. But damn, this was good. If it wasn't for commercial breaks this would have been better than the tag. The Richmond crowd essentially died after the tag match and were dead for most of this show but this match brought them back, who would've though that? Kane works his ass off here and after seeing endless Helmsley/Michaels/Benoit variations it's nice to see Benoit get to work someone who knows how to sell.
WHAT DIDN'T WORK:
That opening mic thing went 15 minutes and Eugene didn't get to talk. He and Regal actually have mic skills so give them the mic. I mean, Eugene is in the ring with him, Regal is in the ring with him, so why is this being scripted like a one man play; Hunter is Eleanor Roosevelt. This was written as Helmsley giving a monologue "and then you would say, and if he was given the mic Regal would have just admitted irrefutably, and then Dorothy Height said to me".
Two weeks ago they booked Jim Ross as Richard Holbrooke, this week they book him as Sally Jesse Raphael. "The question on all of our minds Kane, is why the anger?" Damn, that Jim Ross sure is multitalented. I hope they have the common decency to actually pay for Maury Povich to do the paternity testing instead of having Ross play that role too. Also, if they're trying to make Kane seem creepy, his "I'll never be able to have a normal life" lines just come off poor. Stop talking about being self aware about being abnormal. Its far creepier when a character isn't self aware. If Kane said "It was the best sex I ever had because she reminded me of my mother"., that would be poor writing but it WOULD be genuinely fucked up. This "I know I'm odd" stuff is just poor writing period.
Rhyno sure sucked tonight.
I think they should do a Smackdown trade and bring Spike Dudley over to RAW, his double stomp finish would make a really great way to perform the East Oakland Abortion on Lita. Then you could do a poor mans Mike Awesome v. Spike with Kane trying to get revenge for his smushed spawn. See, the problem with the Kane character is that it's really hard to sidetrack him. This pregnancy angle is really smart as it allows them to do that easily. Two month feud with Hardy. Two month feud with Danny Doring. Two month feud with Essa Rios. Then they either go with the stillborn birth where Kane wrestles for next year with a dead fetus in a sling around his back like a really creepy Lone Wolf and Cub, or they can have Lita give birth to a daughter leading to the paternity 4 way with Doring, Rios, Kane and Hardy. Have Kane feud for two months with Michaels and Sting over their insistence that Kane should baptize little Lyla. Then have R. Kelly film himself fucking Lyla in her soft spot. That's twelve months you can sidetrack him before his next title shot. It books itself.
THERE YOU HAVE IT!
Monday, June 28, 2004
Your Trailer of the Day (There's really not much more to say)
Pauly Shore is Dead
Release Date: September, 2004
Studio: Regent Releasing
Director: Pauly Shore
Screenwriter: Kirk Fox, Pauly Shore
Starring: Pauly Shore, Jaime Bergman, Ben Stiller, Sean Penn, Fred Durst, Tom Sizemore, Chris Rock, Whoopi Goldberg, Heidi Fleiss, Ellen DeGeneres, Kurt Loder
Official Website: PaulyShoreIsDead.com
Hollywood comedian/actor Pauly Shore loses everything: his house, nobody in Hollywood wants to represent him, he moves back home with his mom and is now parking cars at the Comedy Store. Then one night when he's up in his mom's loft, a dead famous comedian appears who tells Pauly to kill himself cause he'll go down as a comedic genius who died before his time. Pauly then fakes his own death, and the media goes crazy. Celebrities are talking about him on MTV and girls are fighting over him on Jerry Springer. It's everything that he wanted...his plan worked. A week or so later the LAPD is tipped off about his whereabouts and they break down the door of the seedy motel room that he's hiding out in and throw him in LA County's celebrity wing.
"Pauly Shore is Dead" Quicktime Teaser
Okay... seriously, I don't know if I've ever been so morbidly curious about a movie. It's almost a true story for christ's sake.
Release Date: September, 2004
Studio: Regent Releasing
Director: Pauly Shore
Screenwriter: Kirk Fox, Pauly Shore
Starring: Pauly Shore, Jaime Bergman, Ben Stiller, Sean Penn, Fred Durst, Tom Sizemore, Chris Rock, Whoopi Goldberg, Heidi Fleiss, Ellen DeGeneres, Kurt Loder
Official Website: PaulyShoreIsDead.com
Hollywood comedian/actor Pauly Shore loses everything: his house, nobody in Hollywood wants to represent him, he moves back home with his mom and is now parking cars at the Comedy Store. Then one night when he's up in his mom's loft, a dead famous comedian appears who tells Pauly to kill himself cause he'll go down as a comedic genius who died before his time. Pauly then fakes his own death, and the media goes crazy. Celebrities are talking about him on MTV and girls are fighting over him on Jerry Springer. It's everything that he wanted...his plan worked. A week or so later the LAPD is tipped off about his whereabouts and they break down the door of the seedy motel room that he's hiding out in and throw him in LA County's celebrity wing.
"Pauly Shore is Dead" Quicktime Teaser
Okay... seriously, I don't know if I've ever been so morbidly curious about a movie. It's almost a true story for christ's sake.
Sunday, June 27, 2004
The Quiet Self Destruction Thing
So, it was a party! Didn't see the band, didn't really get to dance to more than one song, didn't eat any food, but it was a party! (Thanks to Lucas for that) Mostly, I slept. And when I wasn't sleeping, I was drinking. It was perfectly fine, though. Not something I'd want to do every night, but alcohol shepherded me through. The fact remains that I've been drinking way too much in the past few months, so today begins a month of sobriety. I figure it's a good time, what with the new job starting and all. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed yourselves last night.
Saturday, June 26, 2004
The One Hundredth (If I can be serious for a minute)
You know, I started this blog in January on a lark. I didn't think that anyone would really read it; I just wanted somewhere to put down my thoughts about wrestling, "Angel", musical trends, and of course, those anti-smoking commercials. Now, five months and one hundred posts later, I don't think I can stop.
Now, I know that I don't get serious very often on the blog, and that's mainly because I don't want to turn this into affordable group therapy, but now and again, something happens in my life that calls for a more reserved tone. Also, I know that Julia doesn't read this. :) <---- (See, I'm smiling)
Tonight was very strange. As detailed below, the "Fahrenheit 9/11" screening didn't go quite to plan, and I was about ready to call it an early night when I got a call from Julia. She was up in Worthington and wondering what I was doing. Of course, at that point, I was listening to Rachel Stevens (I didn't share that with her). Julia came over and we walked to Cafe Burboun Street (which was a ghost town, by the way. Three bands no showed on them. Got to hear the ladies next door kareoke their hearts out to Ethridge tunes through the wall, though) and had a couple of beers. Let me be completely honest about the whole Julia thing. Ever since she broke up with me, I've wanted to get back together with her. I like her too much not to and I don't think we really had a proper go of it. So, my mind is pretty frequently on how to suavely steer conversation in that direction whenever I'm around her. So far, I hadn't made a move. Tonight... I also didn't make a move. That becomes important in a minute.
Julia's a little drunk at this point, and hungry to boot, so we go back to the house and I make french fries (I sure do hate that freedom). We're eating the french fries on the living room couch and listening to the Von Bondies and then the Hip Hip Box, both of which she loved, and all of a sudden she drops in with, "I'm dating Lee Price".
For those who don't know, Lee Price is a guy that we (Julia and I, and Ashley, and Andrew to some extent) went to high school with. I would describe him as a casual friend, though we were fairly close for a while in high school. He's been best friends with Julia since we graduated. That she and he would be dating wasn't at all shocking. That she would come to me and ask me for advice on the subject was.
I'm just beyond awful at giving advice in situations where I have a vested interest, but she was sincerely looking for counsel so I tried to be as objective as possible, stifle my personal feelings, and help her out. It's an interesting sensation to feel any chance you had with a woman slip away by the second as she gushes over a new beau.
After we had talked about it a while, I finally asked her the question I had been avoiding asking directly for two months; why did she break up with me? You see, the night that it happened (after a Nap Daddy funded dinner and a trip to synagogue don't forget) she was having trouble getting the words out, and I let her off the hook; I said it for her, she agreed feebly, and she left. Tonight, I just had to know, finally.
She told me that it was because she couldn't see our relationship developing to a point where we would be married. I recalled in an instant the first conversation I had with her back in January when we were first talking about getting together; she made it clear that she doesn't date just to date. She dates to find a husband. I thought it was a very limiting, close minded policy, but I really wanted a date, so I kept my mouth shut. Things went well the three months we dated. I had thought they had, and of course spent a lot of time running events through my head to figure where I had gone wrong, so it was nice to have confirmation on that tonight. We were a good couple, we had fun together, we were great friends when we dated... but she couldn't see us getting married.
I don't know if I'm in love with Julia. Certainly the nucleus is there, but I'm not sure it's the full blown thing. I had held out hope that we would get another chance at some point, but tonight's happenings seem to cast a pall on that.
No peppy ending. Again, I'm sorry if you weren't anticipating something involved, but I just felt like putting myself out there a little bit.
Now, I know that I don't get serious very often on the blog, and that's mainly because I don't want to turn this into affordable group therapy, but now and again, something happens in my life that calls for a more reserved tone. Also, I know that Julia doesn't read this. :) <---- (See, I'm smiling)
Tonight was very strange. As detailed below, the "Fahrenheit 9/11" screening didn't go quite to plan, and I was about ready to call it an early night when I got a call from Julia. She was up in Worthington and wondering what I was doing. Of course, at that point, I was listening to Rachel Stevens (I didn't share that with her). Julia came over and we walked to Cafe Burboun Street (which was a ghost town, by the way. Three bands no showed on them. Got to hear the ladies next door kareoke their hearts out to Ethridge tunes through the wall, though) and had a couple of beers. Let me be completely honest about the whole Julia thing. Ever since she broke up with me, I've wanted to get back together with her. I like her too much not to and I don't think we really had a proper go of it. So, my mind is pretty frequently on how to suavely steer conversation in that direction whenever I'm around her. So far, I hadn't made a move. Tonight... I also didn't make a move. That becomes important in a minute.
Julia's a little drunk at this point, and hungry to boot, so we go back to the house and I make french fries (I sure do hate that freedom). We're eating the french fries on the living room couch and listening to the Von Bondies and then the Hip Hip Box, both of which she loved, and all of a sudden she drops in with, "I'm dating Lee Price".
For those who don't know, Lee Price is a guy that we (Julia and I, and Ashley, and Andrew to some extent) went to high school with. I would describe him as a casual friend, though we were fairly close for a while in high school. He's been best friends with Julia since we graduated. That she and he would be dating wasn't at all shocking. That she would come to me and ask me for advice on the subject was.
I'm just beyond awful at giving advice in situations where I have a vested interest, but she was sincerely looking for counsel so I tried to be as objective as possible, stifle my personal feelings, and help her out. It's an interesting sensation to feel any chance you had with a woman slip away by the second as she gushes over a new beau.
After we had talked about it a while, I finally asked her the question I had been avoiding asking directly for two months; why did she break up with me? You see, the night that it happened (after a Nap Daddy funded dinner and a trip to synagogue don't forget) she was having trouble getting the words out, and I let her off the hook; I said it for her, she agreed feebly, and she left. Tonight, I just had to know, finally.
She told me that it was because she couldn't see our relationship developing to a point where we would be married. I recalled in an instant the first conversation I had with her back in January when we were first talking about getting together; she made it clear that she doesn't date just to date. She dates to find a husband. I thought it was a very limiting, close minded policy, but I really wanted a date, so I kept my mouth shut. Things went well the three months we dated. I had thought they had, and of course spent a lot of time running events through my head to figure where I had gone wrong, so it was nice to have confirmation on that tonight. We were a good couple, we had fun together, we were great friends when we dated... but she couldn't see us getting married.
I don't know if I'm in love with Julia. Certainly the nucleus is there, but I'm not sure it's the full blown thing. I had held out hope that we would get another chance at some point, but tonight's happenings seem to cast a pall on that.
No peppy ending. Again, I'm sorry if you weren't anticipating something involved, but I just felt like putting myself out there a little bit.
Friday, June 25, 2004
Wiggedy Wack, not the regular kind
-So, Jesus Christ and the moviegoers of Columbus conspired against my efforts to see "Fahrenheit 9/11". I was all set to catch the 8:15 show at Lennox, even got there an hour early, and... SOLD OUT! So, as Andrew already had his ticket squared away, I shrugged and headed for home at 7:30. I eschewed the bus in favor of walking, and it almost made up for the disappointment as I got to see some guy doing tai chi on a baseball field on Olentangy, and then right by the 7/11 on Lane, a jogger wearing an Old Glory sweatband and a drenched "Real Stories of the Highway Patrol" shirt passed me by. And that was before I even got to High Street. Sadly, there was nothing else weird/funny beyond High and onward to 4th Street, so I guess the concentration of new-age dipshits and white trash cop lovers is West of High. Anyway, that was my crappy evening.
-I did get hired for the teller job at Huntington that I went in for. Soon I will buy a DJ In a Box Kit and acquire roommates with names like "Goatee" and "Pressed On", as well as begin loudly complaining about any video game that requires more than two buttons.
-I did get hired for the teller job at Huntington that I went in for. Soon I will buy a DJ In a Box Kit and acquire roommates with names like "Goatee" and "Pressed On", as well as begin loudly complaining about any video game that requires more than two buttons.
Rage
-The anti-smoking ads have gotten to the point where I want to rip open the chest of the guy who's shouting in the new commercial and spit a whole pouch of Red Man into his bronchial tubes.
-George Bush made the claim that Europe supports the war in Iraq. Right... because those massive protests and shifts of power never happened over the past sixteen months (Okay, granted, only Spain has changed, but it's increasingly looking like there will be huge Italian and British upheaval in the next general elections as well). Of course, Bush may have been talking about his good friend Felix Europe from Michigan who thinks the war is "fuckin' sweet".
-I can't stand people who use "sick" as an adjective.
-I also can't stand getting in long winded online debates with people over national healthcare plans if they're not willing to concede any points ever about anything. God help me, I'm starting to lean left of center talking to these pinheads. See, I need to see that left wing nut's movie tonight just to re-center me.
-George Bush made the claim that Europe supports the war in Iraq. Right... because those massive protests and shifts of power never happened over the past sixteen months (Okay, granted, only Spain has changed, but it's increasingly looking like there will be huge Italian and British upheaval in the next general elections as well). Of course, Bush may have been talking about his good friend Felix Europe from Michigan who thinks the war is "fuckin' sweet".
-I can't stand people who use "sick" as an adjective.
-I also can't stand getting in long winded online debates with people over national healthcare plans if they're not willing to concede any points ever about anything. God help me, I'm starting to lean left of center talking to these pinheads. See, I need to see that left wing nut's movie tonight just to re-center me.
Fahrenheit UP!
So, does anyone want to go see "Fahrenheit 9/11" this evening?
Also,
WHAT DO THESE THREE THINGS HAVE IN COMMON!?
Wrecked my car
Fucked my friend
Paralyzed me with unhealthy codependent love
Also,
WHAT DO THESE THREE THINGS HAVE IN COMMON!?
Wrecked my car
Fucked my friend
Paralyzed me with unhealthy codependent love
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