Archive for July, 2004

Courteous Movie Patrons:1 Idiots:345,670,223,932

I’m afraid that while I was initially overjoyed when I heard that a couple got maced after refusing to quit talking on a cell phone durring a movie, the sense of victory faded a bit when I learned a few extra details:

1. It wasn’t a real mace like in Braveheart. It was pepperspray.
2. It was for talking during Catwoman. Come on guys- you can do better than that. Step it up next time or people will discredit our struggle.

Oh well- a win’s a win. You gotta stat building momentum for the cause somehow. Now this pepper spray idea- that has some real potential. Last time I went to a movie I got the idea to start bringing a water gun and zap the talkers right in the eye. Pepperspray would present a much more effective deterrant. Heck, a tazer would be freaking perfect. Hmmmm… anyone had any luck with those?

Thanks to MAC for the heads-up on the story.
A detailed explaination of my thoughts on talking durring movies found here.

Hurricane, Got Clout

ED: mic check
MATT: wud up?
ED: mic mi mic check
ED: microphone checka
ED: checkity checkity check
MATT: Is this thing on?
ED: wicky wicki wicki scrrrrrrrch
ED: check
ED: dont mind that guy
ED: hes my new dj
MATT: You’re weird
ED: whats happenin?

The Pregnancy Chronicles #16

Matt: How’s wifey feeling these days?

Ed: mmMMBUUuulccchhhh

Matt: heh

Ed: splooooooooosh

Ed: mmm… mmMMMmmm… MMeuulgggle

Ed: MNBUUlnngghhh…. nnngh… nnNGH

Ed: NGHbbbbuuulllnnnggghh (splush) (splatter)

Ed: cough cough

Ed: kuuunngglcchh

Matt: So sensitive

Ed: coff

Ed: (wipes mouth)

Ed: flush

Open Letter To All Famous People

Dear Mr. or Mrs. Celebrity:

We don’t love you. You are not at all-important to us. Your opinions, your heartaches, your hobbies and your drama have absolutely no value to us outside of entertainment.

What we love is what we pay you for. Nothing more.

There are people who love you. That group includes your family, friends and stalkers.

When you get up on a stage and do what we pay to see we are happy. When you are in an entertaining movie we are happy. Even your infamous videos usually contain something people are willing to pay for.

But when you get up on stage and say the stuff we don’t pay you for- well, welcome back to Earth. People will respond to you almost as if it was me up there. All the sudden you’re not captain celebrity, you are another loudmouth out of their element.

Hey, I know you- you’re that actress, that singer, that comedian- not that politician.

If we want you to sing, then sing. If we want you to dance- then dance. Don’t use the moment that people are fixated on your talent to start spurting your beliefs and pet projects.

We don’t care what you think- we care about how much money we paid to see you entertain us. People whose vote could be swayed by a mediocre sitcom star would probably be just as likely to vote for a cartoon rabbit.

Do me a personal favor. When you do become so enamored by yourself that you think we actually want to hear your political beliefs, please graciously take whatever you get in return.

Then go home and practice whatever it is that did actually get you famous- because unless you’re diving full-fledged into politics, we’d really like you to focus on the day job.

Back to the Future

I can’t beleive the web isn’t buzzing about this.

97X returns to the (internet) airwaves this Monday July 12th at 10AM (EDT).

Funny, the sad news about it ending was all over the place, but the good news just doesn’t seem so speedy.

I’m not dead.
What?
Nothing. There’s your ninepence.
I’m not dead.
‘Ere, he says he’s not dead.
Yes he is.
I’m not.
He isn’t.
Well, he will be soon, he’s very ill.
I’m getting better.
No you’re not, you’ll be stone dead in a moment.
Well, I can’t take him like that. It’s against regulations.
I don’t want to go on the cart.
Oh, don’t be such a baby.

Can’t Make Stuff Like This Up

OK, I’m chiming in for a quick round of “How Many People End Up Looking Stupid.”

1. Read this story
2. Count the number of people who look stupid by the time it is done.

Man, I love this country.

Changling

EDANDHEIDI.com will be moving down the street a bit. ‘Tis why my posts have been so few and far between as of late. I haven’t “lost the blogging bug” or anything- we just feel like it’s prime time to make a change.

What will emerge will be edadkins.com. Before you start throwing tomatoes or starting rumors that I decided to run as soon as the kid came or I succumbed to the lure of success, stuff it- kindly.

Theres a few reasons.

1. Originally this blog began in order to inform family and friends of our happenings so we didn’t have to call them as much. Well, they don’t visit the site all that often. Plus it’s become more of a creative outlet for my twisted mind.
2. Heidi doesn’t really like to blog. Every once and a while she pops in with something, but it’s really not her thing.
3. As I focus more on other creative projects I want to showcase them here and “build a personal brand” if you will. There’s an internet comic down the pike, as well as some short movies I would like to showcase.
4. Also, I want to be a rich and famous comedian, and all the cool ones have their name as their domain.
5. This gives Heidi a bit of anonymity- and web distance from me. That’s good since I tend to rub people the wrong way every once and a while. That’s not really her personality so I figure why have her look responsible.
6. I decided I better run since the kid is on the way and the allure of fame was far too much to handle.

So I hope this clears it up, and please follow us to the new site in a couple weeks. ‘Till then I’ll be lite on the posting and heavy on the planning and coding. Just go to the “greatest hits” category and laugh at how I piss people off or how much I hate it when people talk in movies.

See you soon.

Homeboy Cleans Up Well

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m pretty impressed by Saddam’s GQ look. They say he may surpass Lindsay Lohan as the new “It Girl.”

Check it.