Sorry for the delay in posts...for that you get a double-header. Sadly more people will read this post than watched the World Series.
“The Secret Life of Ralphie Cifaretto”
Sometimes when a tv show or a movie becomes popular and you don’t realize that some of the actors had done previous movies that you have seen. Like it took me awhile to realize that Josh Hartnett who has had much success of late, was the kid in the AWFUL Halloween H20. I didn’t realize till I flipped pasted the USA broadcast premier of the ultra-dark Nicolas Cage flick 8 Millimeter that Tony Soprano and “The Machine” were one in the same. I mean when I first tuned into The Sopranos, I didn’t even recognize him from anything.
I learned to accept that one. But I was totally blown away after reading an article in the Philadelphia Inquirer profiling Joe Pantoliano who plays Ralphia Cifartetto has been in many movies I have seen before. He appeared in such movies as Bad Boys, and the Fugitive. I guess small roles that I don’t recall. But when I read he was in last year’s Memento I could not imagine who he was in the film. Since it had such a short cast I figured he had to be Teddy. The sleazy friend of the lead character of the movie, but he was bald and looked nothing like Ralphie. Clearly the paper had mad an error.
Well I looked up on the IMDB and they were right. Apparently, he wears the best damn wig on tv. He has really short gray hair, and is almost bald. He did however really grow up in North Jersey and his step-dad might have been connected. I can’t get over that it is the same actor! I guess in a world of featherless chickens anything is possible.
“Snow Business”
Sleet is being said on my TV right now, and so is wet snow. Of course it is in regards to the Pocono’s. However, it was reported as close as Mullica Hill today. Philly might see some wet snow this weekend. The last several winters have been really mild. In fact I am pretty sure we skipped winter last year. The one snow “storm” that hit South Jersey was a distant memory when it hit over 50 degrees the next day.
This fall however seemed a bit on the chilli side, at least to this cold weather loving south jerseyan. So when I checked the Fox Philadelphia Weather page as I usually do I decided to drop an email to Rob Guarino. I did this as a loyal service to my readers (both of them) and because I am a huge dork.
Since I heard El Nino was returning after a brief hiatus for this winter I knew that something crazy was going to happen this winter. Honestly in the same article that I read in the Courier-Post they said it would be really mild, but ended by saying it could also be wet and wild. So lets see. It will either be really cold and wet or warm and dry? Well…I could have told you that. So, anyway I sent him an email asking him if the cool fall could have anything to do with a colder winter. Also to clear up what the right call was for the return of El Nino. I also pressured him to predict the total amount of snow fall in our region this winter. Something he has not done on TV or on his webpage as of yet. THEREFORE, YOU HEARD IT AT TUCKER’S WORLD FIRST!
Here is the response he wrote me.
BOTH CALLS ARE RIGHT AT THIS POINT AND YES THE FALL WEATHER IS VERY IMPORTANT TO WINTER. OCEAN TEMPS DROPPING UNLIKE LAST YEAR.
LOOK FOR 15-22" OF SNOW THIS SEASON. BELOW AVG. BUT BETTER THAN LAST YEAR.
--ROB GUARINO
FOX WEATHER
Don't expect NBC 10's John Bolaris to tell us we will be up to our eyeballs in snow this year, at least not from a Philadelphia affliate. He is leaving NBC 10 at the end of November (sweeps month of course). The popular weatherman known for banging lots of hot chicks and dating Lauren Hart (Gene Harts daughter) for 4 years made an ass out of himself a few winters ago. He predicted for the storm of the century, and all we got was wet snow and some wind and it was like 50 degrees. He literally got 3,000 death threats e-mailed to him. He will leave for NYC to be back and already might have a job at a CBS affliate. I doubt Howard Eskin can cock block him that far away.
Also my friend Duke who claims to be in touch with the weather is predicating a cold possibly snow filled winter. But we once had to convince him to use Soap.
Hockey, Movies, South Jersey/ Philly stuff/current events/ stupid stories
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Saturday, October 26, 2002
Here is short story I wrote for awhile back. Some of you read it a years ago. But as Dennis Miller used to say when HBO would show a rerun of Dennis Miller Live, it is not a rerun, it is a encore presentation!
" A M E R I C A N MONKEYS"
It seemed like the day I decided to take my own life that the weather some how knew. It was fitting what was to be my last day on Earth was one of those extremely dark days when you began to wonder if the sun still existed. I guess it didn’t even matter where I stood now. Standing in the dark, damp subway station. Finally my train pulled up and I got in. Not a moment too soon either the stench of the urine in the subway was particularly strong that night.
I took the first seat. The train was quite full for such a messy night. The only reason I was out in this mess was to say goodbye to my friend Peter. Peter and I had grown up together, although I haven’t seen him too much these days since he went to school in the city. When I got there some spaced out guy who I have met before greeted me, I think his name was Darren, or Jared, or something one of those names you don’t hear that often. He told me Peter had gone to his girlfriend’s house for the weekend. I couldn’t believe it . I couldn’t even get my most important goodbye in. To top it all off it reminded me that I was dumped a month ago. I guess I wouldn’t had been that big a deal if it hadn’t been so close to me flunking out of college. I can’t look back. I’m going to do it tonight.
Looking around the train I was on I wondered why it was frowned abound to take your own life. In fact, society would be much better off with out some of my fellow passengers. For example, the fat man two seats ahead of me. I mean this guy must have been without exaggerations 600 pounds. I don’t understand people like him, you would think when he broke 400 he would have decided to lay off the Twinkies. The man’s rolls of fat jiggled as the train moved. It was jiggling almost in perfect timing with the metal squeezing sounds the train made.
As my eyes scanned the car I found another cancer to society. Miles Peterson, I graduated high school with him. We were good friends for the first two years or so, he was acutally kind of a quiet geek type. However, one day he decided to pretend he was a bad ass. He started wearing chains, dressing differently, calling everyone YO. What really pissed me off was that everyone but Peter and me seemed to have bought it at the time. He became one of the most popular guys in school. He would tell me every Monday about the girls that he would get laid by. I never understood girls. I guess that’s why Gina left me.
I clinched a bottle of aspirin in my hand. It was shoved way down deep in my pocket. I figured that’s the way to go. It’s going to be tough enough for whoever discovers my body. No need for me to add to the horror by putting a bullet through my skull and having them not only see my dead body but my brains scattered all over the room.
When the doors opened again to let the next wave of passengers in and a fresh dose of urine air, Miles spotted me. He got up and walked towards me swinging his arms like he would turn around and hit anyone who gave him crap. Its funny I still see that quiet kid he used to be. He used to have a Ducktales lunchbox our first year of high school. Not only was it odd for a kid that age to still have a lunchbox, but to have one with a cartoon on it made it even funnier. He sat down across from me.
“How you been Yo?” he shouted loud enough to make sure everyone knew he was cool.
“ I have been”
You would think with the blatant roll of the eyes I gave him he would have gotten the hint.
“Where you working these days? he asked.
“Ralph’s market.”
“Still? What are you up to about 4 bucks an hour?” he asked followed by a fake laugh.
“About that.”
Now notice I didn’t ask him anything about his life. However, he saw fit to tell me anyway.
“I’ve been working for the Central Federal Computer Data. Its easy cash. Because, I know my shit so well. I get on the phone and sell people software and shit. I even go to their homes to help fix problems. I make commission on selling them a warranty from our company. I’ll go in there and scare the crap out of them by telling them horror stories of all the viruses going around. Not only do I get them to buy warranties and make commission, but I exploit the real dumbasses. I’ll run a disk in their computer and charge them 50 bucks telling them they are protected from all the newest viruses. Although it doesn’t even do that. It just runs through the files. Its totally meaningless.”
I started pretended in my mind to punch him and throw him into the wall of the train. I always make stuff up in my mind when I’m bored As I looked around the train I was amazed to see this incredibly sexy woman about my age sitting, alone. As Miles rambled on and on, I began to think maybe I could postpone my plans for the night and make a new friend. She had straight dark hair and a low cut red tank top on. Peter once lent me a book about how men and woman get together. The one theory was the monkey theory. That if two people were forced to stay in the same spot for a long period of time they would end up having sex. Like monkeys in a cage at a zoo. I got out of my seat while the train still moved. I figured I had at least thirty minutes until we reached Stewart Street, which was my stop. She wasn’t going anywhere. Might as well go out with a bang. I always wanted to put that monkey theory to a test.
My first move to make and impression on her wasn’t very good. I kinda fell into the seat next to her. I wondered if Miles was still talking.
Our eyes met. I had to say something other than hello. That would be pretty lame. I took notice of her wearing shorts.
“Aren’t you cold?” I asked. Although one look at her tank top gave me the answer to that question. I didn’t want to look, so I sent my eyes to look at the chair in front of me. There was a bunny sticker on the back of the seat in front of me. I just sat and looked right at it.
“Yeah well it’s always hot where I work so my boss let’s me wear shorts. She’s cool like that” I turned back facing her just to see her smile after she said that. I saw her big brown eyes widen. She has such a nice smile, that it made me feel guilty about all the sinful things I thought of her while crossing that train.
“Melissa’s my name but call me Missy” she extended her soft little hand.
“I’m James.” We shook hands. “So where do you work?”
“American Bagels you know on 45th and market?”
“Oh yeaaaah” I lied.
“Do you want one?” she asked she leaned over to get a bagel out of the bag sitting on the floor. My eyes went straight back to the bunny. I took the bagel and wrapped it up and set it on my lap for later. I wanted to talk to her, but not about me. I’m sure she wouldn’t want to hear about me going to school to become a doctor and failing. Or how everyone seemed to have better luck than I do, even guys like Miles who didn’t deserve it. Or that if this train wasn’t moving so slow, that I would be downing a bunch of pills right now.
“Where you heading?” I asked.
“Back to my apartment in Amesbury.”
“That must be so cool to be out on your own. I mean my parents drive me nuts. Everybody has it better than me. What made you finally decide to get out?”
“Actually my parents are dead”
No where in that monkey book did it mention about what to say after that.
“I’m really …”
“When I was ten my mother was killed in a drunk driving accident. My father was never the same. Six years later I came home from school to find my father lying on the kitchen floor. He was dead of a heart attack. I sat there holding him waiting for the ambulance. But I knew he was gone. I could feel it. I have some relatives down south, and a grandmother in a home. But I have been on my own since I was sixteen its been me and my Little sister. I work at the bagel place and take classes when I can. I’m not going to be there my whole life. I’ studying to become a vet I love animals”
When I first saw her I could only think about what she would look like naked. Now I couldn’t. I just thought about holding her when she was crying and holding her in sense to say it wasn’t fair that she was dealt a lousy hand in life. But its amazing when I looked at her she didn’t seem defeated. In fact, she had a look of total confidence when she told me where she saw herself. I placed my hand on hers for a second. She looked back and pointed with her head. She pointed right to Miles.
“Friend of yours?” she asked.
“Far from it”
“He comes in my work a lot. Her asks me to go clubbing with him every time. I just keep telling him no but he doesn’t listen. I told him to his face one time that I didn’t like him,but he still comes.”
Speaking of the devil. He came to us as the train had reached his station. He walked up to say goodbye. Or so I thought. He just looked at her.
“ I see you are talking to my boy Jimmy over here,” he said, hitting my shoulder. But it was the way he said it like I didn’t have a chance in hell with a girl like her that pissed me off. “Maybe I’ll stop in and see you tomorrow Missy.” As he finished that sentence missy and I both noticed the enormous piece of snot hanging out his nose. It was funny how he was trying to put me down in front of her, and he had a ten-foot booger clinging for dear life to a nose hair. When he left, we both broke into laughter. I hadn’t laughed that hard in I don’t know how long.
“Its funny most girls are into Miles big time,” I said once I caught my breath.
“Yeah there are a lot of naive girls that I could see buying into his act. I guess he sees other guys get girls who act that, and he figures he my as well pretend to be like them. Instead of actually being himself. I mean he may live a happy life with girls he dupes. But he isn’t honest with himself. I can even tell that. I guess his act is just his way of taking the easy way out.” I realized the irony of her comment as I clinched the aspirin bottle once again.
Before I knew it we arrived at Stewart station I got up. I realized what I slid on when I came over. It was little red plastic monkey, with two hook arms. It looked like it was from one of those barrel of monkeys from when I was a kid.
“Oh how cute,” she said. “ My little sister gave me them for Christmas one year. She said she liked the way that one monkey would always hold on with all his might to keep the other from falling.”
“Thanks,” I said softly. I think she thought I ment the for the bagel.
I gave her the monkey and told her goodbye. I stepped out of the train. I thought about doubling back and getting her number. Instead, I took the aspirin and threw it as hard as I could, and took a bite of the bagel. It was sweet.
" A M E R I C A N MONKEYS"
It seemed like the day I decided to take my own life that the weather some how knew. It was fitting what was to be my last day on Earth was one of those extremely dark days when you began to wonder if the sun still existed. I guess it didn’t even matter where I stood now. Standing in the dark, damp subway station. Finally my train pulled up and I got in. Not a moment too soon either the stench of the urine in the subway was particularly strong that night.
I took the first seat. The train was quite full for such a messy night. The only reason I was out in this mess was to say goodbye to my friend Peter. Peter and I had grown up together, although I haven’t seen him too much these days since he went to school in the city. When I got there some spaced out guy who I have met before greeted me, I think his name was Darren, or Jared, or something one of those names you don’t hear that often. He told me Peter had gone to his girlfriend’s house for the weekend. I couldn’t believe it . I couldn’t even get my most important goodbye in. To top it all off it reminded me that I was dumped a month ago. I guess I wouldn’t had been that big a deal if it hadn’t been so close to me flunking out of college. I can’t look back. I’m going to do it tonight.
Looking around the train I was on I wondered why it was frowned abound to take your own life. In fact, society would be much better off with out some of my fellow passengers. For example, the fat man two seats ahead of me. I mean this guy must have been without exaggerations 600 pounds. I don’t understand people like him, you would think when he broke 400 he would have decided to lay off the Twinkies. The man’s rolls of fat jiggled as the train moved. It was jiggling almost in perfect timing with the metal squeezing sounds the train made.
As my eyes scanned the car I found another cancer to society. Miles Peterson, I graduated high school with him. We were good friends for the first two years or so, he was acutally kind of a quiet geek type. However, one day he decided to pretend he was a bad ass. He started wearing chains, dressing differently, calling everyone YO. What really pissed me off was that everyone but Peter and me seemed to have bought it at the time. He became one of the most popular guys in school. He would tell me every Monday about the girls that he would get laid by. I never understood girls. I guess that’s why Gina left me.
I clinched a bottle of aspirin in my hand. It was shoved way down deep in my pocket. I figured that’s the way to go. It’s going to be tough enough for whoever discovers my body. No need for me to add to the horror by putting a bullet through my skull and having them not only see my dead body but my brains scattered all over the room.
When the doors opened again to let the next wave of passengers in and a fresh dose of urine air, Miles spotted me. He got up and walked towards me swinging his arms like he would turn around and hit anyone who gave him crap. Its funny I still see that quiet kid he used to be. He used to have a Ducktales lunchbox our first year of high school. Not only was it odd for a kid that age to still have a lunchbox, but to have one with a cartoon on it made it even funnier. He sat down across from me.
“How you been Yo?” he shouted loud enough to make sure everyone knew he was cool.
“ I have been”
You would think with the blatant roll of the eyes I gave him he would have gotten the hint.
“Where you working these days? he asked.
“Ralph’s market.”
“Still? What are you up to about 4 bucks an hour?” he asked followed by a fake laugh.
“About that.”
Now notice I didn’t ask him anything about his life. However, he saw fit to tell me anyway.
“I’ve been working for the Central Federal Computer Data. Its easy cash. Because, I know my shit so well. I get on the phone and sell people software and shit. I even go to their homes to help fix problems. I make commission on selling them a warranty from our company. I’ll go in there and scare the crap out of them by telling them horror stories of all the viruses going around. Not only do I get them to buy warranties and make commission, but I exploit the real dumbasses. I’ll run a disk in their computer and charge them 50 bucks telling them they are protected from all the newest viruses. Although it doesn’t even do that. It just runs through the files. Its totally meaningless.”
I started pretended in my mind to punch him and throw him into the wall of the train. I always make stuff up in my mind when I’m bored As I looked around the train I was amazed to see this incredibly sexy woman about my age sitting, alone. As Miles rambled on and on, I began to think maybe I could postpone my plans for the night and make a new friend. She had straight dark hair and a low cut red tank top on. Peter once lent me a book about how men and woman get together. The one theory was the monkey theory. That if two people were forced to stay in the same spot for a long period of time they would end up having sex. Like monkeys in a cage at a zoo. I got out of my seat while the train still moved. I figured I had at least thirty minutes until we reached Stewart Street, which was my stop. She wasn’t going anywhere. Might as well go out with a bang. I always wanted to put that monkey theory to a test.
My first move to make and impression on her wasn’t very good. I kinda fell into the seat next to her. I wondered if Miles was still talking.
Our eyes met. I had to say something other than hello. That would be pretty lame. I took notice of her wearing shorts.
“Aren’t you cold?” I asked. Although one look at her tank top gave me the answer to that question. I didn’t want to look, so I sent my eyes to look at the chair in front of me. There was a bunny sticker on the back of the seat in front of me. I just sat and looked right at it.
“Yeah well it’s always hot where I work so my boss let’s me wear shorts. She’s cool like that” I turned back facing her just to see her smile after she said that. I saw her big brown eyes widen. She has such a nice smile, that it made me feel guilty about all the sinful things I thought of her while crossing that train.
“Melissa’s my name but call me Missy” she extended her soft little hand.
“I’m James.” We shook hands. “So where do you work?”
“American Bagels you know on 45th and market?”
“Oh yeaaaah” I lied.
“Do you want one?” she asked she leaned over to get a bagel out of the bag sitting on the floor. My eyes went straight back to the bunny. I took the bagel and wrapped it up and set it on my lap for later. I wanted to talk to her, but not about me. I’m sure she wouldn’t want to hear about me going to school to become a doctor and failing. Or how everyone seemed to have better luck than I do, even guys like Miles who didn’t deserve it. Or that if this train wasn’t moving so slow, that I would be downing a bunch of pills right now.
“Where you heading?” I asked.
“Back to my apartment in Amesbury.”
“That must be so cool to be out on your own. I mean my parents drive me nuts. Everybody has it better than me. What made you finally decide to get out?”
“Actually my parents are dead”
No where in that monkey book did it mention about what to say after that.
“I’m really …”
“When I was ten my mother was killed in a drunk driving accident. My father was never the same. Six years later I came home from school to find my father lying on the kitchen floor. He was dead of a heart attack. I sat there holding him waiting for the ambulance. But I knew he was gone. I could feel it. I have some relatives down south, and a grandmother in a home. But I have been on my own since I was sixteen its been me and my Little sister. I work at the bagel place and take classes when I can. I’m not going to be there my whole life. I’ studying to become a vet I love animals”
When I first saw her I could only think about what she would look like naked. Now I couldn’t. I just thought about holding her when she was crying and holding her in sense to say it wasn’t fair that she was dealt a lousy hand in life. But its amazing when I looked at her she didn’t seem defeated. In fact, she had a look of total confidence when she told me where she saw herself. I placed my hand on hers for a second. She looked back and pointed with her head. She pointed right to Miles.
“Friend of yours?” she asked.
“Far from it”
“He comes in my work a lot. Her asks me to go clubbing with him every time. I just keep telling him no but he doesn’t listen. I told him to his face one time that I didn’t like him,but he still comes.”
Speaking of the devil. He came to us as the train had reached his station. He walked up to say goodbye. Or so I thought. He just looked at her.
“ I see you are talking to my boy Jimmy over here,” he said, hitting my shoulder. But it was the way he said it like I didn’t have a chance in hell with a girl like her that pissed me off. “Maybe I’ll stop in and see you tomorrow Missy.” As he finished that sentence missy and I both noticed the enormous piece of snot hanging out his nose. It was funny how he was trying to put me down in front of her, and he had a ten-foot booger clinging for dear life to a nose hair. When he left, we both broke into laughter. I hadn’t laughed that hard in I don’t know how long.
“Its funny most girls are into Miles big time,” I said once I caught my breath.
“Yeah there are a lot of naive girls that I could see buying into his act. I guess he sees other guys get girls who act that, and he figures he my as well pretend to be like them. Instead of actually being himself. I mean he may live a happy life with girls he dupes. But he isn’t honest with himself. I can even tell that. I guess his act is just his way of taking the easy way out.” I realized the irony of her comment as I clinched the aspirin bottle once again.
Before I knew it we arrived at Stewart station I got up. I realized what I slid on when I came over. It was little red plastic monkey, with two hook arms. It looked like it was from one of those barrel of monkeys from when I was a kid.
“Oh how cute,” she said. “ My little sister gave me them for Christmas one year. She said she liked the way that one monkey would always hold on with all his might to keep the other from falling.”
“Thanks,” I said softly. I think she thought I ment the for the bagel.
I gave her the monkey and told her goodbye. I stepped out of the train. I thought about doubling back and getting her number. Instead, I took the aspirin and threw it as hard as I could, and took a bite of the bagel. It was sweet.
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
“Jersey Girl”
There is a good chance that many of my readers (okay maybe 2 of them) have no idea that major movie stars are bouncing around in the tri-state area. Kevin Smith director of such watermark 90’s flicks as Chasing Amy, Clerks and Mall Rats, is currently making his next movie Jersey Girl in our own Garden State.
The movie which wraps production next Wednesday boasts two major Hollywood stars in Ben Affleck and J-Lo, who are apparently now GETTING IT ON! I am not sure if their love blossomed over cheese steaks or not. In addition Kevin Smith favorite Jason Lee, American Pie’s Jason Biggs (recently sighted in a Philly club), George Carlen, Liv Tyler and the fat guy from Dumb and Dumber will appear in the flick, and have been in the area to shoot parts of the film.
Most of the Jersey filming was done in Paulsboro. The town is supposed to be central Jersey though. The movie also has scene that was filmed right in the Berlin diner. The Silver looking one right on the White Horse Pike. Since the movie was to take place in the winter, the tree sitting out side was stripped of its leafs. You can actually still see it if you drive past.
Scenes in Philly are supposed to be NYC, such as the Hard Rock Café, because its obviously cheaper to film there. The people of Paulsboro were so delighted to get some press that, they named a street after Kevin Smith. As of this week there is officially a Kevin Smith Way in the town of Paulsboro.
I’m told people have been cool when people have been asking them for autographs. Sadly its about the biggest thing movie wise to have come here in a long time. This girl that writes for the Daily News became so obsessed with Ben Affleck being around, that she wrote about one time about voice mails that he left her. She also took paper space to tell him where to get soup and cheese steaks.
You will have to wait till fall of 2003 to nudge your friend and say. Hey I know that place! I have no idea what the plot is about. Maybe it is about a girl that comes back from college to work a crappy retail job and make half the garden state fall in love with her. I didn’t see any Puerto Rican cast members in the cast list though. Don’t worry loyal viewers she NEVER reads my blogg, no matter how many times I tell her to. So no harm will come on to thee!
Other movies that I know of filmed in Philly:
Rocky
Fallen
Mannequin
Mannequin 2: On the Move
Philadelphia
Witness (parts of)
There is a good chance that many of my readers (okay maybe 2 of them) have no idea that major movie stars are bouncing around in the tri-state area. Kevin Smith director of such watermark 90’s flicks as Chasing Amy, Clerks and Mall Rats, is currently making his next movie Jersey Girl in our own Garden State.
The movie which wraps production next Wednesday boasts two major Hollywood stars in Ben Affleck and J-Lo, who are apparently now GETTING IT ON! I am not sure if their love blossomed over cheese steaks or not. In addition Kevin Smith favorite Jason Lee, American Pie’s Jason Biggs (recently sighted in a Philly club), George Carlen, Liv Tyler and the fat guy from Dumb and Dumber will appear in the flick, and have been in the area to shoot parts of the film.
Most of the Jersey filming was done in Paulsboro. The town is supposed to be central Jersey though. The movie also has scene that was filmed right in the Berlin diner. The Silver looking one right on the White Horse Pike. Since the movie was to take place in the winter, the tree sitting out side was stripped of its leafs. You can actually still see it if you drive past.
Scenes in Philly are supposed to be NYC, such as the Hard Rock Café, because its obviously cheaper to film there. The people of Paulsboro were so delighted to get some press that, they named a street after Kevin Smith. As of this week there is officially a Kevin Smith Way in the town of Paulsboro.
I’m told people have been cool when people have been asking them for autographs. Sadly its about the biggest thing movie wise to have come here in a long time. This girl that writes for the Daily News became so obsessed with Ben Affleck being around, that she wrote about one time about voice mails that he left her. She also took paper space to tell him where to get soup and cheese steaks.
You will have to wait till fall of 2003 to nudge your friend and say. Hey I know that place! I have no idea what the plot is about. Maybe it is about a girl that comes back from college to work a crappy retail job and make half the garden state fall in love with her. I didn’t see any Puerto Rican cast members in the cast list though. Don’t worry loyal viewers she NEVER reads my blogg, no matter how many times I tell her to. So no harm will come on to thee!
Other movies that I know of filmed in Philly:
Rocky
Fallen
Mannequin
Mannequin 2: On the Move
Philadelphia
Witness (parts of)
Sunday, September 01, 2002
Friday, August 30, 2002
"Welcome to Comcast Country...now bend over!"
If you tried to watching the Phillies recently or wanted to catch the Eagles preseason game rebroadcast for the 10th time perhaps you noticed something that many other South Jersey residents are.
If your lucky it appears the reception looks like you have had one too many beers. Sadly thats about as good as it gets. At times in the afternoon it appears about as clear a scrambled porn channel. This has been going on since Comcast oddly shifted ComcastSportsnet from channel 9 all the way down channel 69.
Why would such a popular channel produced by the same people that own the actual cable company be flipped to such a higher channel, usually dedicated to lame stations no one watches( not to mention the sexual reference). Granted it is not uncommon for the cable distributors to monkey with their lineup. But in this case ComcastSportsnet simply went to a station where Comcast IN DEMAND ads ran 24/7, and QVC showed up on channel 9, and no other channels moved, no other channels were even added. Seems strange.
So strange that my father actually called the cable company. The first time they didn't bother to show up. The next time They replaced the cable line going into the house and nothing changed and of course he showed up late. The third trip involved a "tech" expert. He just became disgruntled that the last guy didn't run a new line from the pole to the house, just replaced the line inside, and part of the outside line.
He did offer advice saying it's likely an old wire somewhere is exposed causing interference from an AM radio frequency. Supposedly they will work on it sometime after the holiday. Id imagine many more people will flood the company with complaints in the next weeks if nothing changes when the Flyers and Sixers start their seasons.
Unfortunately you can't switch cable companies either, because Comcast has zero competition. Don't ask me how this is not a monopoly cause not only doesn't my comment feature not work, but I don't no the answer. They gobbled up Suburban, Warner and Garden State Cable. If anyone dares to come around they have to run their own cable lines, which would break their wallets in no time.
The wiggle vision has not only effected me. Drive up to the Warwick tavern or any local sports bar and try to figure out why it looks like Phillies game looks like its underwater.
Is this a ploy to get analog subcribers to switch to digital? Thats what I thought, but the "tech" said even the digitial subcribers get CSN in analog form. Perhaps people at Comcast are just morons. Perhaps its own by a rich evil Mr. Burns type person who gets joy from watching people suffer. Recent articles in the Business section elude to possible problems with the company's future. Any company with Scott Hanson on the payroll should be.
ps. the outer frame of my blog now doubles as a magic eye poster. I can't wait to see what nonsense appears about the head line this time.
If you tried to watching the Phillies recently or wanted to catch the Eagles preseason game rebroadcast for the 10th time perhaps you noticed something that many other South Jersey residents are.
If your lucky it appears the reception looks like you have had one too many beers. Sadly thats about as good as it gets. At times in the afternoon it appears about as clear a scrambled porn channel. This has been going on since Comcast oddly shifted ComcastSportsnet from channel 9 all the way down channel 69.
Why would such a popular channel produced by the same people that own the actual cable company be flipped to such a higher channel, usually dedicated to lame stations no one watches( not to mention the sexual reference). Granted it is not uncommon for the cable distributors to monkey with their lineup. But in this case ComcastSportsnet simply went to a station where Comcast IN DEMAND ads ran 24/7, and QVC showed up on channel 9, and no other channels moved, no other channels were even added. Seems strange.
So strange that my father actually called the cable company. The first time they didn't bother to show up. The next time They replaced the cable line going into the house and nothing changed and of course he showed up late. The third trip involved a "tech" expert. He just became disgruntled that the last guy didn't run a new line from the pole to the house, just replaced the line inside, and part of the outside line.
He did offer advice saying it's likely an old wire somewhere is exposed causing interference from an AM radio frequency. Supposedly they will work on it sometime after the holiday. Id imagine many more people will flood the company with complaints in the next weeks if nothing changes when the Flyers and Sixers start their seasons.
Unfortunately you can't switch cable companies either, because Comcast has zero competition. Don't ask me how this is not a monopoly cause not only doesn't my comment feature not work, but I don't no the answer. They gobbled up Suburban, Warner and Garden State Cable. If anyone dares to come around they have to run their own cable lines, which would break their wallets in no time.
The wiggle vision has not only effected me. Drive up to the Warwick tavern or any local sports bar and try to figure out why it looks like Phillies game looks like its underwater.
Is this a ploy to get analog subcribers to switch to digital? Thats what I thought, but the "tech" said even the digitial subcribers get CSN in analog form. Perhaps people at Comcast are just morons. Perhaps its own by a rich evil Mr. Burns type person who gets joy from watching people suffer. Recent articles in the Business section elude to possible problems with the company's future. Any company with Scott Hanson on the payroll should be.
ps. the outer frame of my blog now doubles as a magic eye poster. I can't wait to see what nonsense appears about the head line this time.
Wednesday, August 28, 2002
“Three DVDs, a guy and some down time”
Here is a run down on my latest Blockbuster run.
National Lampoon’s Van WilderRated R 2002
Ryan Reynolds, Tara Reid
The guy who wrote and directed National Lampoon’s must have grown up watching Campus Comedies. The movie exists in fantasy college land where big-breasted girls walk around campus constantly looking for sex, Campus parties are huge and only rarely broken up. He also cast three Alumni in supporting roles in the film, The guy from the revenge of the nerds movies, Tom Everett Scott (Dead Man on Campus), and Tim Matherson ( Animal House).
The movie centers on the title character Van Wilder who is in his 7th year of grad. School. What would be the point in leaving? He is treated like a god there, has young girls throw themselves at him, and can throws legendary parties. He is so busy he has to hire an assistant, who takes the job so Wilder can help him get laid before he goes back to India. He is a hell of a guy, and I imagine Ferris Bueller was like this in College.
Wilder also looks after the little guy quite often helping nerds get laid, raising money for struggling school clubs, counseling various other students, and befriending “sick” boy. Of course there are the rival rich kids who want to make lots of money when the graduate and hang out in the frat house all day. Of course the head of the frat is the boyfriend of Wilder’s love interest. Of course they are going to engage in childish pranks.
A lot of the humor works, particularly Wilder’s great one liners, but some of the gross out humor tries too hard, and a hand full of the many slapstick gags are lame. One of most bizarre sequences is when Wilder pays a stripper to fart on a friend. The problem with this kind of movie is when the jokes fail they really FAIL. Perhaps they should have replaced some of the lame gross jokes with funny dialogue the were apparently able to write (at least for wilder) instead. There are jokes about the size of Wilder’s dog’s testicles which work almost every time though.
Since Wilder has been in school so long his dad has cut off his funding, so Wilder has to pay for what looks to be his last semester. Wilder sticks with what he knows being hired to throw parties, and even starting a topless tutoring business.
Tara Reid shows up as the campus reporter trying to get an interview with him, but he tries turning all the interviews into dates. Of course a love story develops, cause you don’t pay Tara Reid to act you pay her to look good and be chased after. Despite some sick gags, the movie ends on a sweet note with Wilder
questioning his future. If you hate movies with potty humor, stay far away. You know who you are. Although its not the best in its genre (two demerits for ripping off American Pie, which ripped off Dumb and Dumber by using the same exact joke) its worth a rental. Its hard to really hate a movie with a character like Van Wilder who zooms around campus in a golf cart. This movie flopped in the theaters but, now that its own DVD it has the potential to find an audience much like movies such as Office Space and Austin Powers did…WRITE THAT DOWN!
Grade:
B-
Mulholland Drive
I never watched a David Lynch movie in my life till the other night. Since this movie had been out for almost a year, I forgot what it was supposed to be about. Apparently, that does not make any difference. I still don’t. To his credit the movie is hypnotic visually, and there are some techniques not used since the 70’s and some great camera angels. However, a good deal of the acting is sup bar, and to say the movie is incoherent is an understatement.
The main plot is about some girl who was in accident staying with a would be actress, and trying to remember who she is. Meanwhile some director is beating threatened by some old white dudes to put a certain girl in his play. Character actor Dan Hedya shows up for two minutes for no particular reason. Eventually the director gets threatened by a random cowboy, and that’s when I pretty much gave up on following the movie.
Other people show up in the movie, like a guy telling a friend about a dream at a diner, and a hitman who’s job goes comically awry (and violently) but that have nothing to do with anything and most of them are never heard or seen again or have anything to do with any other character in the entire movie.
The movie gets even harder to grasp when it changes gears out of no where and becomes like one of those movies Prism used to run late at night when the two girls start getting it on! Than characters change names and morph into other people for no reason, there is a corpse, something to do with a box and blue keys, a 5 inch elderly couple ran around like crazy. People get emotional about stuff. Then the credits roll.
After seeing the movie I thought I was dumb, but I read the reviews of it online, and no one got the movie either. Yet they called it a masterpiece. I admit the movie stays with you a while and is innovative in some ways, but in now ways is it a masterpiece! The more I read the more I had to back it up. Mullhoand Drive was originally shot as a pilot for ABC, but was never picked up. The majority of that it left in the film, but other stuff is added to make it into a movie. I guess when the nudity begins is when the pilot ends. A movie has to make some sort of sense in order to be a masterpiece. You can watch this movie on your DVD play and hit random, and it makes about as much sense. Lynch should get an award for making so many people think he is a genius. I mean I am all for new forms of movie making and it does mess with your mind, but I prefer movies that make sense which I don’t think Lynch ever intended to do. For a good mind trip rent Memento, Dark City, or Vanilla Sky, they actually have a story.
Grade: C
Say Anything
I finally checked this flick out even though its over a decade old. Mainly cause it has John Cusack and was directed by Cameron Crowe. The movie was a bit of a chick flick, but it was really well done so I didn’t mind watching it alone in a dark room. The father from fraiser turns in a good performance. It’s a honest movie a trait anyone who ever watched Almost Famous could easily pick out as a Crowe trademark.
Cusack has a knack for playing the everyman role and is very memorable in this role. The movie is different from most of the 80’s teen flicks, because it is not about sex its an actual love story. That sounded pretty gay, I am going to go out back and build something with my hands….
Grade: B +
Here is a run down on my latest Blockbuster run.
National Lampoon’s Van WilderRated R 2002
Ryan Reynolds, Tara Reid
The guy who wrote and directed National Lampoon’s must have grown up watching Campus Comedies. The movie exists in fantasy college land where big-breasted girls walk around campus constantly looking for sex, Campus parties are huge and only rarely broken up. He also cast three Alumni in supporting roles in the film, The guy from the revenge of the nerds movies, Tom Everett Scott (Dead Man on Campus), and Tim Matherson ( Animal House).
The movie centers on the title character Van Wilder who is in his 7th year of grad. School. What would be the point in leaving? He is treated like a god there, has young girls throw themselves at him, and can throws legendary parties. He is so busy he has to hire an assistant, who takes the job so Wilder can help him get laid before he goes back to India. He is a hell of a guy, and I imagine Ferris Bueller was like this in College.
Wilder also looks after the little guy quite often helping nerds get laid, raising money for struggling school clubs, counseling various other students, and befriending “sick” boy. Of course there are the rival rich kids who want to make lots of money when the graduate and hang out in the frat house all day. Of course the head of the frat is the boyfriend of Wilder’s love interest. Of course they are going to engage in childish pranks.
A lot of the humor works, particularly Wilder’s great one liners, but some of the gross out humor tries too hard, and a hand full of the many slapstick gags are lame. One of most bizarre sequences is when Wilder pays a stripper to fart on a friend. The problem with this kind of movie is when the jokes fail they really FAIL. Perhaps they should have replaced some of the lame gross jokes with funny dialogue the were apparently able to write (at least for wilder) instead. There are jokes about the size of Wilder’s dog’s testicles which work almost every time though.
Since Wilder has been in school so long his dad has cut off his funding, so Wilder has to pay for what looks to be his last semester. Wilder sticks with what he knows being hired to throw parties, and even starting a topless tutoring business.
Tara Reid shows up as the campus reporter trying to get an interview with him, but he tries turning all the interviews into dates. Of course a love story develops, cause you don’t pay Tara Reid to act you pay her to look good and be chased after. Despite some sick gags, the movie ends on a sweet note with Wilder
questioning his future. If you hate movies with potty humor, stay far away. You know who you are. Although its not the best in its genre (two demerits for ripping off American Pie, which ripped off Dumb and Dumber by using the same exact joke) its worth a rental. Its hard to really hate a movie with a character like Van Wilder who zooms around campus in a golf cart. This movie flopped in the theaters but, now that its own DVD it has the potential to find an audience much like movies such as Office Space and Austin Powers did…WRITE THAT DOWN!
Grade:
B-
Mulholland Drive
I never watched a David Lynch movie in my life till the other night. Since this movie had been out for almost a year, I forgot what it was supposed to be about. Apparently, that does not make any difference. I still don’t. To his credit the movie is hypnotic visually, and there are some techniques not used since the 70’s and some great camera angels. However, a good deal of the acting is sup bar, and to say the movie is incoherent is an understatement.
The main plot is about some girl who was in accident staying with a would be actress, and trying to remember who she is. Meanwhile some director is beating threatened by some old white dudes to put a certain girl in his play. Character actor Dan Hedya shows up for two minutes for no particular reason. Eventually the director gets threatened by a random cowboy, and that’s when I pretty much gave up on following the movie.
Other people show up in the movie, like a guy telling a friend about a dream at a diner, and a hitman who’s job goes comically awry (and violently) but that have nothing to do with anything and most of them are never heard or seen again or have anything to do with any other character in the entire movie.
The movie gets even harder to grasp when it changes gears out of no where and becomes like one of those movies Prism used to run late at night when the two girls start getting it on! Than characters change names and morph into other people for no reason, there is a corpse, something to do with a box and blue keys, a 5 inch elderly couple ran around like crazy. People get emotional about stuff. Then the credits roll.
After seeing the movie I thought I was dumb, but I read the reviews of it online, and no one got the movie either. Yet they called it a masterpiece. I admit the movie stays with you a while and is innovative in some ways, but in now ways is it a masterpiece! The more I read the more I had to back it up. Mullhoand Drive was originally shot as a pilot for ABC, but was never picked up. The majority of that it left in the film, but other stuff is added to make it into a movie. I guess when the nudity begins is when the pilot ends. A movie has to make some sort of sense in order to be a masterpiece. You can watch this movie on your DVD play and hit random, and it makes about as much sense. Lynch should get an award for making so many people think he is a genius. I mean I am all for new forms of movie making and it does mess with your mind, but I prefer movies that make sense which I don’t think Lynch ever intended to do. For a good mind trip rent Memento, Dark City, or Vanilla Sky, they actually have a story.
Grade: C
Say Anything
I finally checked this flick out even though its over a decade old. Mainly cause it has John Cusack and was directed by Cameron Crowe. The movie was a bit of a chick flick, but it was really well done so I didn’t mind watching it alone in a dark room. The father from fraiser turns in a good performance. It’s a honest movie a trait anyone who ever watched Almost Famous could easily pick out as a Crowe trademark.
Cusack has a knack for playing the everyman role and is very memorable in this role. The movie is different from most of the 80’s teen flicks, because it is not about sex its an actual love story. That sounded pretty gay, I am going to go out back and build something with my hands….
Grade: B +
Tuesday, August 27, 2002
"Fresh Skates"
Two slacker hockey players will get a 2nd chance this coming season. One of which will be wearing the Orange and Black and the other one wore it briefly.
Pavel Brendle who was acquired in the Lindros trade last season, is going to be given a 2nd chance to crack the line up this season. Brendle was supposed to be the key factor in the trade, and part of an all Czech line. However injuries and an early season trade put an end to that. Brendle found no room in the inn when players like the scrappy Marty Murray and new comer Donald Brasher came and carved out niches on the team.
Brendle played for the Phantoms most the year, and certainly wasn't a fan favorite. He is often jeered for his lack of heart and drive, but many people think the skill to be a top NHL player is there. Due to injuries and flat out desperation he played the last two post season games for the Flyers, but all was already lost at that point.
The good news is that he have been working his butt off this summer, and is in shape and ready to go. Certainly the new coach won't take any slacking off from Pavel. People have already penciled him on a line with new Center Michael Handzus who was picked up in the offseason. He now or never if he wants to be an NHL player.
Meanwhile after two years of partying and playing in a roller league with 40 yearold men. Alexander Daigle has either had a change of heart or blew all his money on fake CA girls, cause he is ready to rejoin the NHL. San Jose called him up this summer, and he was all ready to go. Till Super Mario called him up and asked him to play for the Penguins. So perhaps Daigle is serious if he is going to leave the West coast, and playing with Mario won't hurt either.
I doubt Daigle will pan out though, he will soon get bored, zone out and skate around aimlessly as usual. Hopefully the penguins pay him very little seeing as where there millions of dollars in debt. If he finds the night life in Pittsburgh lame maybe should get Kevin Steven's number or something. He certainly won't put up good numbers for the penguins. Oh well
ps
the comment thing is still not working..im close to giving up. Can anyone out there pleassssssse help!!!!?!?!?
email me for feed back on Tucker's world
Two slacker hockey players will get a 2nd chance this coming season. One of which will be wearing the Orange and Black and the other one wore it briefly.
Pavel Brendle who was acquired in the Lindros trade last season, is going to be given a 2nd chance to crack the line up this season. Brendle was supposed to be the key factor in the trade, and part of an all Czech line. However injuries and an early season trade put an end to that. Brendle found no room in the inn when players like the scrappy Marty Murray and new comer Donald Brasher came and carved out niches on the team.
Brendle played for the Phantoms most the year, and certainly wasn't a fan favorite. He is often jeered for his lack of heart and drive, but many people think the skill to be a top NHL player is there. Due to injuries and flat out desperation he played the last two post season games for the Flyers, but all was already lost at that point.
The good news is that he have been working his butt off this summer, and is in shape and ready to go. Certainly the new coach won't take any slacking off from Pavel. People have already penciled him on a line with new Center Michael Handzus who was picked up in the offseason. He now or never if he wants to be an NHL player.
Meanwhile after two years of partying and playing in a roller league with 40 yearold men. Alexander Daigle has either had a change of heart or blew all his money on fake CA girls, cause he is ready to rejoin the NHL. San Jose called him up this summer, and he was all ready to go. Till Super Mario called him up and asked him to play for the Penguins. So perhaps Daigle is serious if he is going to leave the West coast, and playing with Mario won't hurt either.
I doubt Daigle will pan out though, he will soon get bored, zone out and skate around aimlessly as usual. Hopefully the penguins pay him very little seeing as where there millions of dollars in debt. If he finds the night life in Pittsburgh lame maybe should get Kevin Steven's number or something. He certainly won't put up good numbers for the penguins. Oh well
ps
the comment thing is still not working..im close to giving up. Can anyone out there pleassssssse help!!!!?!?!?
email me for feed back on Tucker's world
Friday, August 23, 2002
"The Net"
Last night I returned home from a night out with my friends. My ritual of checking my e-mail before I go to bed was especially sweet last night because I figured people would have become aware of Tucker's world at this point.
YOU GOT MAIL exclaimed an excited Steve Chase...but that would have to wait. It's time to see what comments await for me on my infant Blog. Sadly not a soul welcomed Tucker's World to Cyber Space. So I figured it test the system and post a mock comment. Much to my surprise I neglected to add this feature to my site.
Ah, I will just go into my settings and make a few corrections and away we go! With in a few minutes I humbled myself and resorted to the "?" Icon. I asked kindly about adding a comments feature to Tucker's World. I knew this was possible and I don't doubt it has been accomplished by retarded kids and gifted apes. However I soon discover that you have to go to a third party in order to add on this feature. We can use computers to make Mick Jaggar look 30 and put our heads together in order to create a featherless chicken, but we have not mastered the comments feature on the Blog system.
Anyway, an entire list of third parties jumps on my screen which are preceded by what type of computer software and various other requirements are ideal for running the program. Well, I know my Computer can't do what Richard Pryor's did in Superman III, but would like to think it could do what Dan K.'s did in 1996. So I randomly select a few the 1st one involves me filling out too much so I grow tired of it. The 2nd one tells me how easy it is. When I complete the form it tells my they are no longer accepting people. I felt like I just got turned away at some sort of cyber space night club. Finally I find one that I can follow. So I do what is told cutting and pasting URL links amongst the wonderful world of HTML that lurks under the crust of Tucker's world.
Sadly everytime I hit save settings nothing appears any different when I view the site. So I play around some more turning my HTML for this site into some sort of primitive verision of Tetris. I went to my friends for tech support, Ryan simply said eh, apparently Rick's weak spot is HTML, Drew must have some sort of life because he wasn't answering his phone all day, and perhaps only Dan K can allow the 4 people that read Tucker's world to respond. But since he could undoubtedly do this minutes after leaving his mother uterus it is a bit humbling for me to seek his imput. I will figure something out.
Oh well for now just email me at mst3keith@ aol.com to comment and sit back and enjoy my column.
Last night I returned home from a night out with my friends. My ritual of checking my e-mail before I go to bed was especially sweet last night because I figured people would have become aware of Tucker's world at this point.
YOU GOT MAIL exclaimed an excited Steve Chase...but that would have to wait. It's time to see what comments await for me on my infant Blog. Sadly not a soul welcomed Tucker's World to Cyber Space. So I figured it test the system and post a mock comment. Much to my surprise I neglected to add this feature to my site.
Ah, I will just go into my settings and make a few corrections and away we go! With in a few minutes I humbled myself and resorted to the "?" Icon. I asked kindly about adding a comments feature to Tucker's World. I knew this was possible and I don't doubt it has been accomplished by retarded kids and gifted apes. However I soon discover that you have to go to a third party in order to add on this feature. We can use computers to make Mick Jaggar look 30 and put our heads together in order to create a featherless chicken, but we have not mastered the comments feature on the Blog system.
Anyway, an entire list of third parties jumps on my screen which are preceded by what type of computer software and various other requirements are ideal for running the program. Well, I know my Computer can't do what Richard Pryor's did in Superman III, but would like to think it could do what Dan K.'s did in 1996. So I randomly select a few the 1st one involves me filling out too much so I grow tired of it. The 2nd one tells me how easy it is. When I complete the form it tells my they are no longer accepting people. I felt like I just got turned away at some sort of cyber space night club. Finally I find one that I can follow. So I do what is told cutting and pasting URL links amongst the wonderful world of HTML that lurks under the crust of Tucker's world.
Sadly everytime I hit save settings nothing appears any different when I view the site. So I play around some more turning my HTML for this site into some sort of primitive verision of Tetris. I went to my friends for tech support, Ryan simply said eh, apparently Rick's weak spot is HTML, Drew must have some sort of life because he wasn't answering his phone all day, and perhaps only Dan K can allow the 4 people that read Tucker's world to respond. But since he could undoubtedly do this minutes after leaving his mother uterus it is a bit humbling for me to seek his imput. I will figure something out.
Oh well for now just email me at mst3keith@ aol.com to comment and sit back and enjoy my column.
Thursday, August 22, 2002
"The Net"
Last night I returned home from a night out with my friends. My ritual of checking my e-mail before I go to bed was especially sweet last night because I figured people would have become aware of Tucker's world at this point.
YOU GOT MAIL exclaimed an excited Steve Chase...but that would have to wait. It's time to see what comments await for me on my infant Blog. Sadly there not a sole welcomed Tucker's World to Cyber Space. So I figured it test the system and post a mock comment. Much to my surprise I neglected to add this feature to my site.
Ah, I will just go into my settings and make a few corrections and away we go! With in a few minutes I humbled myself and resorted to the "?" Icon. I asked kindly about adding a comments feature to Tucker's World. I knew this was possible and I don't doubt it has been accomplished by retarded kids and gifted apes. However I soon discover that you have to go to a third party in order to add on this feature. We can use computers to make Mick Jaggar look 30 and put our heads together in order to create a featherless chicken, but we have not mastered the comments feature on the Blog system.
Anyway, an entire list of third parties jumps on my screen which are preceded by what type of computer software and various other requirements are ideal for running the program. Well, I know my Computer can't do what Richard Pryor's did in Superman III, but would like to think it could do what Dan K.'s did in 1996. So I randomly select a few the 1st one involves me filling out too much so I grow tired of it. The 2nd one tells me how easy it is. When I complete the form it tells my they are no longer accepting people. I felt like I just got turned away at some sort of cyber space night club. Finally I find one that I can follow. So I do what is told cutting and pasting URL links amongst the wonderful world of HTML that lurks under the crust of Tucker's world.
Sadly everytime I hit save settings nothing appears any different when I view the site. So I play around some more turning my HTML for this site into some sort of primitive verision of Tetris. I went to my friends for tech support, Ryan simply said eh, apparently Rick's weak spot is HTML, Drew must have some sort of life because he wasn't answering his phone all day, and perhaps only Dan K can allow the 4 people that read Tucker's world to respond. But since he could undoubtedly do this minutes after leaving his mother uterus it is a bit humbling for me. I will figure something out.
Oh well for now just email me at Mst3keith@aol.com to comment and sit back and enjoy my column.
Last night I returned home from a night out with my friends. My ritual of checking my e-mail before I go to bed was especially sweet last night because I figured people would have become aware of Tucker's world at this point.
YOU GOT MAIL exclaimed an excited Steve Chase...but that would have to wait. It's time to see what comments await for me on my infant Blog. Sadly there not a sole welcomed Tucker's World to Cyber Space. So I figured it test the system and post a mock comment. Much to my surprise I neglected to add this feature to my site.
Ah, I will just go into my settings and make a few corrections and away we go! With in a few minutes I humbled myself and resorted to the "?" Icon. I asked kindly about adding a comments feature to Tucker's World. I knew this was possible and I don't doubt it has been accomplished by retarded kids and gifted apes. However I soon discover that you have to go to a third party in order to add on this feature. We can use computers to make Mick Jaggar look 30 and put our heads together in order to create a featherless chicken, but we have not mastered the comments feature on the Blog system.
Anyway, an entire list of third parties jumps on my screen which are preceded by what type of computer software and various other requirements are ideal for running the program. Well, I know my Computer can't do what Richard Pryor's did in Superman III, but would like to think it could do what Dan K.'s did in 1996. So I randomly select a few the 1st one involves me filling out too much so I grow tired of it. The 2nd one tells me how easy it is. When I complete the form it tells my they are no longer accepting people. I felt like I just got turned away at some sort of cyber space night club. Finally I find one that I can follow. So I do what is told cutting and pasting URL links amongst the wonderful world of HTML that lurks under the crust of Tucker's world.
Sadly everytime I hit save settings nothing appears any different when I view the site. So I play around some more turning my HTML for this site into some sort of primitive verision of Tetris. I went to my friends for tech support, Ryan simply said eh, apparently Rick's weak spot is HTML, Drew must have some sort of life because he wasn't answering his phone all day, and perhaps only Dan K can allow the 4 people that read Tucker's world to respond. But since he could undoubtedly do this minutes after leaving his mother uterus it is a bit humbling for me. I will figure something out.
Oh well for now just email me at Mst3keith@aol.com to comment and sit back and enjoy my column.
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