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My moment of youtube infamy.
My favorite is the first user comment:
“Big time! Interviewed by the Potomac News! I would not line my cat’s box with that rag. Please get your GED and go to NOVA. Do society a favor.”
Fact: There has yet to be an A-list rapper from the Washington, D.C. region. We’ve got rock stars (Dave Grohl), comedians (Dave Chappelle) authors (Michael Chabon) and actors (Ed Norton), but no one from our region has joined the stratospheric ranks of Biggie, Tupac or Jay-Z.
One of the things I love about hip-hop is that just about every up-and-coming rapper I interview is convinced they’ll be D.C.’s first breakout rapper. It’s honest, endearing — and refreshing, considering how deferential and accommodating people in other creative fields can be. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s probably not important to know that Ben Folds is my favorite recording artist. He’s got a new album “Way To Normal” out on Sept. 30, as well as a disc he produced, “Who Killed Amanda Palmer?” due Sept. 16.  More on those as the dates get closer, but the good news is the lost Ben Folds Five song “Amelia Bright” is finally getting a studio cut. Read the rest of this entry »
Uncanny X-Men No. 500 comes out this week. It’s neither the first comic to hit No. 500, nor will it be the last. But for me at least, superhero comics begin and end with the X-Men.
Before I discovered the X-Men, I’d get the occasional comic book at summer camp, usually Ghostbusters or Ninja Turtles. I never cared enough to find out what happened next.
The X-Men changed all of that. I was in sixth grade when the early ’90s animated series hit the Saturday morning airwaves, right around the time trading comic book cards was a popular lunchroom hobby. In other words, it was the perfect conjuncture of my age and pop culture. Both the television show and cards were a quick introduction and easy transition to 30 years of comic book history. Read the rest of this entry »
President Barack Obama sits in the Oval Office, his back to us. He’s finishing up a phone conversation with Pakistani President Pervez Musharraf. An Islamic call to prayer fills the room from a nearby minaret. Obama says goodbye and gets up from the desk. We see him wearing a one-piece tunic and a kaffiyah. He rolls out a prayer mat. His wife, Michelle, bursts through the door. She’s mad as hell, screaming at him. There’s no way she’ll wear a burqa. She’s much happier with her military fatigues, afro and AK-47. Obama pleads about the need for “change,” but she’s not having it. Read the rest of this entry »
That’s right that’s right it’s SHOWTIME motherfuckers!
Assholes #2 will be updating about once a week or so right here. In about a month, give or take (probably give), you’ll be able to purchase a hard copy.
Kudos to Mitch for writing such a hysterical story. Hope you folks enjoy… and then it’s onto our conclusion and, I’m told THE ASSHOLES HANNUKAH SPECIAL. But that’s not for some time.
Until then enjoy brand new vagina jokes!
UPDATE: Book is at the printer. Will start uploading pages shortly…
I like comic books. I like movies. So when I respond to the frequent question “excited for the new Batman movie?” with a negative, people are a bit surprised.
Sure, I’ll see “The Dark Knight.” I’ll probably enjoy it. Early reviews have been stellar. It’s tracking at a 100 percent fresh on rottentomatoes.com (although that number will come down, I suspect it will remain in the 90s, or at least around “Batman Begins” 84 percent).
But I’m not looking forward to it. Read the rest of this entry »
I wrote a story yesterday about how rising gas prices was affecting local bands. Kind of a no-brainer story that everyone seems to be doing these days (doing better than me at least, but it’s a good story for any features writer to steal and localize).
Staff photog Jason Hornick took a bad ass photo for my story, which I couldn’t help but reproduce here.
They’re called Madison Apart, they’re a local pop-metal band.
There’s a Jewish holiday about once every three days, which you would think would be a fantastic way to grow up. Not really. I had to explain to several teachers throughout my public education — even the Jewish ones — that yes, Shavout was a real holiday, I’d need to miss school for a couple days, here’s a note from my mom to prove it.
Serendipitously, this got me out of frog dissection in the seventh grade, but that’s the only good thing to come of it. Even my less-observantly-raised Jewish friends didn’t believe these were real holidays and didn’t want to hear my complaining when I was playing catch-up with all the class work I missed. Never mind the fact that my “days off” were spent bored to tears in a stuffy auditorium listening to prayers in another language. (You Catholics don’t know how good you have it with an hour-long mass). Depending on the holiday there might be some decent food afterwards, or no food at all, or worse yet, Passover food. None of it was worth the time away from school.
All of which is precisely why I love the Fourth of July. There’s zero responsibility, which come to think of it, is a pretty good metaphor for America. Read the rest of this entry »