However, I recognized Sanaa Lathan, who was also the female lead in Brown Sugar, and I recommended that she see that movie as well. During my recommendation, I had an epiphany. I said, “You should see Brown Sugar. It’s exactly the same movie as Love & Basketball, except you have Taye Diggs instead of Omar Epps and hip hop instead of basketball. Basically you could’ve have called it Love & Hip Hop.”
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
This disappoints me very much. At the very least, I wish my mother would’ve waited until after Thanksgiving to decorate. The Dirty Burrito would like to have his “homemade” corn bread and turkey before dishing out holiday cheer.
On a completely unrelated note, my mother sent our Wii to The Island for my cousins because it’s apparently much more difficult to get one there than here in the
Friday, November 16, 2007
Why Fallout Boy? I like being superheroes, but the whole tights thing doesn’t really work when you’re drinking. I have been Spiderman, and it was a pain to have to reach back and undo my zipper every time I had to go to the bathroom. Fallout Boy addresses this problem by heroically wearing shorts.
I tried Googling “fallout boy,” but it gave me the band. I tried various searches, including “fallout boy milhouse” and “fallout boy radioactive man.” What really irks me is that I tried the very obvious “fallout boy simpsons” and got results for Pete Wentz and Ashlee Simpson! What’s wrong with this world?
If Google had been around in the early 90s, Milhouse would’ve popped up all over the place. Now, I get stuck with a band from
For those who are interested, I ended up being a bumblebee. I tried to be Bumblebee Man from The Simpsons, but everyone thought I was just a bumblebee, period. After explaining my situation and saying “¡Ay, ay, ay, no me gusta!”to about three people, I just got sick of it all and succumbed to the fact that I was just a regular bumblebee, not that there is anything “regular” about a grown male walking around the city in a plush bee outfit.
Friday, November 09, 2007
After a couple of issues it became pretty clear to me that Details sucked. I tried to give each issue a chance, but I just couldn’t take the half-assed articles and snooty fashion/grooming advice. Though I’ll admit that some of the advice was decent, like the one-pager on how to properly hem pants or the featured tutorial on the art of shaving, I don’t need to know that I shouldn’t be wearing square toed shoes or “mom” jeans.
I think my favorite story from the magazine is this article with the doorman from Socialista. I wasn’t actually annoyed by it; I was entertained by the article. But it wasn’t because it was a good article. Rather, it was so outrageously ridiculous. You have a magazine profiling a guy who’s made a career out of being a doorman, and he’s supposedly equipped to give out fashion advice because he’s been the “stylish gatekeeper” at all of the hottest clubs in NY. If he’s so stylish, why doesn’t he have a career in fashion?
I knew for a while that I wouldn’t renew my subscription, but Details kept sending me “last issue” notices. These have been going on for about three months and came in the form of letters and E-mails. I kept ignoring them. In an attempt to appeal to the vain part of my personality, the latest letter states, “The issue you miss might just be the one that contains the tip, the shirt, the suit, the heads up that will make a HUGE difference in your life.”
Was the feature on the advantages of acquiring a bespoke suit really going to make or break me? Or maybe it was the profile on the features of the latest Rolex that might’ve made a difference. Had I decided to follow the advice of either of these articles, I may just be making hundreds of thousands of dollars a year and sleeping with a Brazilian super model by now. Maybe, just maybe, I could’ve been Halle Berry’s baby daddy.