Showing posts with label suck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suck. Show all posts
Monday, February 26, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Green Oscars my ass.

So with all the efforts the Oscars made to make it a greener show it still does not address the fact it causes a major disruption to the locals.
Lets say you actually take the metro to save the ozone. If you take it on the Sunday of the Oscars make damn sure you don't need to get off at Hollywood Blvd and Highland Ave. YOU CANT because the Academy wants to thank you for thinking of the environment.
To all the little people... fuck you.
So ok what if you have prepared to use the old car one day out of the year and punch an Oscar sized hole in the ozone for the sake of Ellen's dried up wit. What then? I'll tell you what you don't do...
Work in Hollywood or Hollywood ADJ.
Not only is the area around the Kodak theater gridlocked but anywhere a major party occurs is blocked as well. Fuck you very much Gov ball, Elton John and Vanity Fair. You just cause a 50 kilometer chunk of ice to float free just so you can jerk off in public.
This is such crap.
And on top of it how dare Sherri Lansing gets an award for getting fired from Paramount because she drove the studio into the toilet and found she can make more money by milking her own "non-profit" company.
Congratulations Sherri for doing a suck ass job. Are you living modestly? I hope the donations you receive are not going to cosmetic surgery.
Sure the Oscars are green. Green and gold.
This Oscar show reminds me of something The Bishop Don "Magic" Juan told me about his outfit:
"Green is for the money and gold is for the honey."
Pimps up Oscars down.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Pete's Dragon
Why wasn't the Disney film PETE'S DRAGON a hit?
Oh thats why.
It contains unusually high levels of suck.
Oh thats why.
It contains unusually high levels of suck.
Labels:
canadian,
career ender,
disney,
little person exploited,
movies,
music,
suck
Monday, February 12, 2007
force yourself
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Talk about your suck ass cartoons!

Boy I cant tell you how much I hate this cartoon!
Wait Till Your Father Gets Home chronicles the lives of the Boyles, your average 1970's American family. Harry Boyle, the father, owns a restaurant supply company. His wife Irma portrays the typical housewife, with an occasional independent flare. Harry and Irma have three children: Chet, Alice, and Jamie. Chet, who is 22, is a college dropout, who spends most of his time sleeping. Alice is a rather robust 16-year-old, who teams up with her mother, to display the independence of women, in the 70's. Jamie is the Capitalist of the family, even though he is only 9.
The show is set in the suburbs of Los Angeles, on Elm Street, to be precise.
During the 1973 season, the show was host to many celebrity voices, including: Don Knotts, Phyllis Diller, Maude, and many more. The reason for this was that many of these guests were carried over from The New Scooby-Doo Movies, which was recording at the time.
According to Joe Barbera's biography the show should have been a hit; however, the show was produced on a low budget at another studio, so it did not see the success that it might have, if it was produced at Hanna-Barbera Studios.
Voices:
* Harry Boyle - Tom Bosley
* Irma Boyle his wife - Joan Gerber
* Alice Boyle his daughter - Kristina Holland
* Chet Boyle the oldest son - David Hayward
* Jamie Boyle the youngest son - Jackie Haley
* Ralph the neighbor - Jack Burns
Opening Song Lyrics:
I love my Mom and Dad and my brothers too,
And the groovy way we get along,
But every time the slightest little thing goes wrong,
Mom starts to sing this familiar song.
Wait till your father gets, until your father gets,
Wait till your father gets home.
Dad's not so bad, and he seldom gets mad,
And we aren't about to desert him.
Kids today like to have their own way,
And what Dad doesn't know won't hurt him.
I think my Mom's just swell, but she starts to yell,
Everytime we have a ruck,
Just wait till your father gets, until your father gets,
Wait till your father gets home.
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