My buddy Nick has finally fallen prey to one of the best, if not the best, television shows ever made: Arrested Development.

Aside from maybe Family Guy, I’ve never seen a show with such an abundance of quotable lines and memorable moments. Anyone that’s seen the show and loved it (a.k.a. everyone but Rebecca) knows exactly what you’re talking about when you drop such lines as “Illuuusions, dad!”, “I am an actoooor”, or make any mention of “Cornballing”. Who can forget Julia Louis-Dreyfus as blind / pregnant attorney Maggie Lizer, Goerge Michael’s uncontrollable obsession with his cousin Maeby, or Charlize Theron as the MRF (mentally retarded female) love interest of Michael? And hell, to this day, just saying Bob Loblaw’s Law Blog gets a laugh out of me. So why the hell did it only last 3 seasons on the air?

Simple. We’re all too dumb to get it. This show payed off for the constant viewer… the viewer that tuned in every week and actually paid attention to what was going on.

I don’t know how many (out of the 3) of you have seen Peter Jackson’s “Dead Alive” (aka “Braindead”)… but if it isn’t all of you, someone deserves a severe beating. It is, by far, one of the most glorious, low budget, over-the-top, zombie gorefests ever captured on film. While watching Lionel shred the faces off a dozen undead kiwis with a lawnmower, you can’t help but think to yourself, “This is by the guy that did Lord of the Rings??”. Yes. It is. And it is amazing.

Well, I think there may be a future release that’ll be giving “Dead Alive” a run for it’s money in my book: “Poultrygeist“. This movie sounds and looks so over-the-top and stupid it just has to be good. Check out this synopsis:

“When the American Chicken Bunker, a military-themed fried-chicken chain, builds a restaurant on the site of an ancient Indian burial ground, local protesters aren’t the only ones crying fowl! The previous tenants, fueled by a supernatural force, take “possession” of the food and those who eat it, and the survivors discover that they must band together before they themselves become the other white meat!”

- A new section for shitty banner ads I’ve been collecting.
- Some more movie reviews I have on the back burner.
- More frequent posts.
- 20% more Riboflavin!

Well, Rebecca’s last day at Dynamic Edge has come and gone. I figured it was on it’s way once she told me she was studying up to get into grad school, and sure enough she’s off to do the whole schooling thing now. I hope she kicks some serious ass this summer in her Math classes… I probably couldn’t even make it through the first day without my head imploding. Math was never my strongest subject in school, yet I do remember SOHCAHTOA and FOIL! Ooooh, and how useful they have been to me. Math. Who needs it? Yeah, that’s right, people who aren’t me.

Though I wish her luck, I feel a tad bit jealous she won’t have to endure the next few post-rebz months with me as we search for a new marketing person at the wedge. I can just imagine this mass of marketing work building up and getting ready to either start flowing over the dam or breaking the whole damn thing right down and drowning me. I’m going to be busy.

I’ve come to the realization that I am not opposed to dancing. I have no problem with it. Hell, get enough beers in me, and I’ll cut a freakin’ rug.

What I am opposed to is the horrible music that is played at every dance club. I **HATE** that shit. So very…very…very much. It irks me to the very core of my being and makes me want to kill. If you ever want to see me in a horrible mood, blast some uninspired, talentless hip hop bullshit in my general direction. Please, pick up an instrument and create something unique and engaging that doesn’t use stolen samples or fucking clicks and pops. Fucking seriously. My god.