Wesley Willis
1963-2003
"Rock Over London.
Rock On Chicago."

I went and saw Freddy vs. Jason the other night. All and all a decent film. It was no E.T. or Goodfellas, but I saw gore and boobs I came to expect, so I got my money’s worth. Anyway, during the film I became aware of something much more disturbing than dead child molesters coming back from the dead or a character in the film who was completely stolen from Jason Mews. About 10 or 15 minutes into the film, I began hearing a baby cry. Now, at first I thought it was part of the film because after all, we’re watching a disgusting horror film that is meant to give 15 year olds nightmares, so no one in their right mind would dare bring an infant to this film. Well, it appears the insane are now given legal consent to breed because some moron had indeed brought his infant into the type of film I wasn’t allowed to see until I was 22. WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS GUY THINKING!?!?!?! First off, you shouldn’t be bringing your child to any movie unless it’s Barney or Pootie Tang (everyone loves Pootie Tang, even babies). Do you think the baby won’t react to people screaming in horror as they’re being torn limb from limb or Freddy Kruger’s burned face blown up to 30 ft high? They may not know exactly what it means to be disemboweled, but they probably get scared when the gore gets a flyin. And this baby didn’t stop getting scared. People should be punished or fined by the government for doing crap like that. It’s not only wrong but it’s inconsiderate. I paid $8 or so bucks to watch the 9:30 showing of a horror movie and I don’t need a screaming infant to enhance the experience, than you very much. So in the words of my main man Casey Linstrum, “Leave your baby at home!”

Dope Jams
Rancid- Indestructible; Good times
Jawbreaker- Dear You; Worth the trouble of finding it
Twothirtyeight- You should be living; Too good. Too soon
Lawrence Arms- Apathy and Exhaustion; They rock for a bunch of drunks
Dazed and Confused- OST; C’mon and take a free ride……

Books I Currently Haven’t Finished Reading

The Rues of Attraction by Bret Easton Ellis
-read it once before, started reading it again on a plane and haven't finished it for the 2nd time
Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis
-next to the bed, slowly geting there
“Surly You Must Be Joking, Mr. Feynman!” by Richard P. Feynman
-extra credit reading in 12th grade physics. I lied and said I’d finished it to get the bonus points. I still intend to.