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Random Thoughts: Because…Well You Know

Tuesday morning seems like a perfect time to delve into some random thoughts.


Now that I’ve seen The Hangover, the next movie that I am required by law to see has to be Up. I’ve heard it’s pretty much the best thing in the history of mankind. Reviews (from friends, not actual movie reviewers) range from “bad ass” to “the cutest movie I have ever seen.” I think some people say that they cried during the movie. People who don’t normally cry during movies are telling me this. I find that to be awkward. I need to see this movie.


Speaking of The Hangover. I realized after I posted that I left one of the best aspects of the movie out of my little review.

Unlike the majority of other Las Vegas movies that deal exclusively with the allure of gambling, The Hangover focuses on the universal experience that nearly everyone who travels to Sin city has. Ridiculous experiences that you could have in no other city, long and crazy nights followed by hazy mornings spent trying to remember what occurred and how it happened, incredible gambling runs (that you sometimes can’t remember), and the ultimate decision to never, ever, ever reveal the true goings on to anyone who wasn’t in attendance in the first place. That is the Las Vegas experience. The Hangover embellishes all of the stories of those who have been to Las Vegas, and then pumps it full of HGH and Red Bull. It’s fun to watch because you are secretly reliving your own stories as you watch the antics of the characters.

Maybe this is why I loved the movie but felt slightly unsettled after watching it.


In the Stanley Cup finals, I found myself cheering for Sid the Kid. Now don’t get me wrong, I absolutely hate the Pittsburgh Penguins. I’m a Rangers fan, so I’m mandated to hate any and all teams who are capable of putting things together at the end of the year better than my obviously flawed Rangers teams. That being said, I gravitate towards wanting the gigantic young stars of the day to succeed. I think it has something to do with wanting to be able to tell my kids, “yea, I saw (insert player name) play when he was in his prime.” When young players like Crosby win championships it just adds to their legacies.

It was the same deal with the NBA playoffs. I’m a Knicks fan, but the Knicks are still a couple of seasons away from being able to contend, so I found myself jumping on the Cavs bandwagon because I wanted soon to be New York Knick captain Lebron James to succeed.

This could also have to do with my hatred for the Magic and Lakers in the NBA, and the Red Wings in the NHL.


My name is Marc, and I use Axe bodywash. And I’m not even ashamed to admit it anymore. That stuff smells FANTASTIC. I’m not committed to any specific body wash, or deodorant, or toothpaste. I guess you could say I am a bit of a sloot when it comes to toiletries. I don’t stick with one mate. I’m a toiletry polygamist. So when I go to CVS, I let the toiletries dance up on me and just sort of grab whatever catches my eye. Axe bodywash caught my eye. Then I went home and used it, and oh man, that stuff is good. I think I’m ready to turn over a new leaf and just go with Axe bodywash from now on. The only problem; I feel like a teenager when I use it. So much so that I bought a bottle of Old Spice body wash as an insurance policy in case the knowledge that I was using a product that by all accounts I am too old to use starts to overwhelm me.


If Brett Favre becomes a Minnesota Viking he deserves to be punched in the mouth by each and every Green Bay Packer fan in the United States and beyond.


I’m pretty sure the order of “TV shows that I lost track of that I will watch back to back to back to etc. until i’ve caught up” goes as follows:

1) Most recent season of Heroes
2) Most recent season of The Office
3) Most recent season of 30 Rock
4) The last 4 seasons of Lost



That’s all for now. Heading to Barns and Noble to look for a good book or two. Fielding suggestions.


June 16, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | 2 Comments

Tigers Love Pepper…They Hate Cinnamon

Go see The Hangover. No really, stop whatever you are doing and go see the movie.

I viewed the trailer for The Hangover with cautious optimism a few months ago. My first thought was “wow, what an incredible concept.” My second thought was “man, I really hope they don’t mess this up.” In the realm of comedy it is very easy to come up with a fantastic idea for a movie, it is much more difficult for that idea to translate into a film that is actually funny. The Hangover delivers. Hard. Over and over again. All of the central characters to the movie are hysterical. My jaw hurts from laughing so hard.

I refuse to discuss anything about the actual movie (with the exception of the title of this post) for at least another couple of weeks. Everyone should have a chance to see it before we start giving everything away. Anyone who gives away relevant plot points or funny scenes should be smacked right in the mouth.

The best thing about The Hangover is that it didn’t try to be something that it wasn’t. It didn’t break any new ground in the way it presented itself. It didn’t dramatically change directions at any point (like Wedding Crashers, which suddenly turned into a romantic comedy for the final 20 minutes of the film). It was just a raunchy comedy, and a fantastic one at that.

I’m not sure where The Hangover will ultimately rank in the pantheon of great recent comedies. It is as quotable as any movie that has come out in the last ten years. In fact, when all is said and done I think it will rank right behind Anchorman as the most quoted movie in social situations over the past ten years. There are some very memorable moments that will inevitably get discussed and rehashed over drinks at bars for years to come. I definitely will need to see the movie once or twice more before I know for sure.

But if you’re looking for something to do on a free afternoon, go see this movie. You won’t be disappointed.

June 15, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Disturbing DC Summer Trends

Summer in Washington DC. There is nothing like it. Unlike other urban areas or beach areas or pretty much any other “area” where summer exists (which means the whole world save maybe Alaska) Washington DC really does offer experiences that make spending a summer in the city unique.

Unfortunately, I came back to blogging a little too late in the summer to write a post about the three things that make it unique; the interns, the unbelievable number of tourists, and the soul crushing humidity. For good write ups on the three topics in and of themselves, visit any DC blog in existence.

However, I am noticing a disturbing trend among residents of the DC metro area. Since my reintroduction into normal life, there are a startling number of non interns and tourists who are exhibiting some of the worst attributes that those two groups have to offer.

I’ll demonstrate by telling two stories from this weekend.

I was at Porters (19th and M Street NW, fantastic bar, as long as you can get past the fact that it’s a Phillies bar) on Saturday night. Right around midnight, when all bars are at their busiest, I was walking from the bar to the outdoor patio when the girl in front of me recognized a few of her friends stupidly sitting on the steps and messing up the flow of traffic, and subsequently decided it would be equally appropriate if she sat on the steps to do the same. This forced me to turn SIDEWAYS on the steps to get past the gathering of 5 or so people.

Really? You idiot.

And for the rest of the night, these 5 asses congregated right in front of the steps up into the bar. The two girls sat two wide the entire time. It was like a four lane highway being forced down to one lane; tons of congestion, tons of irritation, and a disruption of the general flow of things. Naturally they sat there as if nothing was wrong. The worst part about this little devolution into stupidity is that this group was clearly not of the intern variety.

On Sunday, I was walking around the Washington Monument to go to my kickball game. While I was walking over there, I noticed a mass of orange coming in my direction. Turns out it was a team of WAKA Kickballers (thankfully not from my league). The orange clad gang of 15-20 people had spread themselves across the 8-10 person wide walkway and were flanked by 3-4 guys on bikes weaving back and forth like they were NASCAR drivers warming up their tires. I assumed since they were WAKA and thus DC residents that they would break off and allow me to pass. They didn’t, and I had to pull off the walkway and take evasive maneuvers to avoid being hit by a bike.

Two examples of obvious DC residents acting like oblivious interns and tourists. Residents of Washington DC and its surrounding metro area, it is time to lock it the hell up. We all have to deal with the annoyances of those who invade our fine city every summer, but that does not give us an excuse to take on their traits. Just because everyone else is parking themselves on the left side of the metro escalator and trying to use their Hill badges as identification doesn’t suddenly make it acceptable for you to do the same. We need to be setting the example in the hopes that one, maybe two of our summer visitors will suddenly key into the idea that they are acting terrible. So please, please residents of DC, don’t get lazy just because its 70 degrees, 102 with humidity. Stay resilient and be proactive, not a part of the problem.

Besides, you can’t make fun of the interns and tourists if you are acting like one as well.

June 15, 2009 Posted by | Nonsense | | 1 Comment

And We’re Back

For a limited engagement. I’ll start posting on Monday.

If you happen to have the misfortune of working this weekend, I will try to post a few entertaining links and the like to tide you over.

June 13, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Mic check…check 1…2….

Is this thing on?

June 11, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment