Death By Movies

This conversation is the genesis of our new project, DeathByMovies.com

Steve: Dude.
Dude dude dude.
You gotta do this new thing with me.

Joe: Mmm…does it involve lube? ‘Cuz if it does, I’m out.

Steve: No.
Worse.
I just had the greatest idea for a blog ever.
And I’m totally doing it.

Joe: Are we doing a blog a year now?

Steve: And I want you in on it with me.

Joe: What is it?

Steve: Once a month.
We sit down and watch an entire movie franchise from beginning to end in one sitting.
And blog while we do it.
We start with the Fast and the Furious.
We can do Rambo, Die Hard, Rocky, Alien, Predator, Friday the 13th, whatever we want.
But the only rule is we have to watch ALL of them.
No skipping Rocky V.
And we write whatever comes out of us while this is happening.
What do you think?

Joe: I like it, might actually be a good way to kill a saturday while watching our sons and letting our wives rest, sleep, shop, hang out, etc.
I think we should do one a month and agree before hand on which franchises
Obviously Rocky and Fast/Furious are in.
Probably Die Hard as well.

Steve: And Rambo
We can bring in guest bloggers to watch with us too
I did this once with Glen when we watched all ten Star Treks.
That was a one shot deal but it was hilariously painful.

Joe: Well, Star Treks would take two days, maybe three.
We should put things like Rambo and Fast between things nicer to our souls, like Lord of the Rings or something.

Steve: At the time there were ten Star Treks.
It took us from 1:30pm on Saturday to 9:00am on Sunday.
We were totally incoherent by the end.

Joe: Yeah.
I’d be blind and dead.
Also, I think we should end with Star Wars, watching them in the order they were created, not the order Lucas rammed them up our asses.

Steve: Star Wars yeah.
I might feel the opposite about the order though.
That’s one of the few franchises where we could have the better movies at the end.
So you’re on board with this? Because I want to start soon. I’ll probably create the blog today.
We could have a no pausing rule.
That keeps it from taking forever.

Joe: Right.
We will have to create a schedule and present it to wives as “you will have this Saturday off while we do something stupid with our boys.”

Steve: Agreed.
I think Sarah’s already on board.
She had this look on her face that was a mix of excitement and terror while she simultaneously realized the awesomeness of the blog and the horribleness of what we’ll have to do to create it.
The taking the baby element will seal the deal I think.
Yeah, Sarah’s down.
If Liz agrees we’re golden.

Joe: I’ll email Liz.

Steve: The next step is to start making a list of every movie franchise we can think of with more than two films in it.
We’ll probably run out of franchises we like early on.

Joe: True.

Steve: But we can probe history for things like Frankenstein.

Joe: That might be too much.

Steve: And Sergio Leone’s Man With No Name trilogy, which isn’t really a trilogy but is called one.

Joe: There are some very old and some very bad and some very bad old Frankenstein movies.

Steve: Yup
My parents a have a DVD box set
Dude!
I just realized.
If we get started soon enough maybe we can build up a following before Avengers comes out.

Joe: That’s a good one.

Steve: Then we can watch all the Marvel movies at my place and cap it off by going to the theater
It’ll be like a premiere event
And we can do the with Expendables 2
Watch one film from each actor, then Expendables 1, then go to the theater.

Joe: I don’t have time right now, can you create the biggest list you can and I’ll edit/update after I see it and then we decide?

Steve: Yeah no problem
Everyone’s about to leave me alone here anyway.
Later we’ll start inviting other bloggers over to do it with us. Cross promotion.
My sister wants to do our first one with us.
She’ll be in town on the 1st for Johnny’s dedication.
I don’t suppose you have Monday the 2nd off work?

Steve: Okay I shared a Google Doc with you.
I marked in red the ones I really want to do and put asterisks around franchises that have a new installment coming out soon.

Joe: Ok, I will look at it later.

Newborn Son Fight!

Joe: Remember Total Recall?

Steve: The broad strokes, yes.

Joe: Remember Quato?

Steve: I think I see where this is going.

Joe: My son looks like Quato sometimes.
By sometimes, I mean I keep holding his hand waiting to remember the Martian mines I saw when I was someone else.

Steve: See, the great thing about Joey is, he won’t be mad at you for saying that.
BTW, we are planning to make Joey and Johnny Danger fight on Saturday, right?

Joe: …. OF COURSE NOT….*whispering* yes

Steve: See, what we’ll do is.
We’ll just lay them next to each other..
Our wives won’t know they’re fighting unless we tell them.

Joe: Perfect.
Also, they won’t know they’re fighting unless we tell them.
And throw them at each other.
And so forth.

Steve: Dude we’re totally going to throw them at each other.
You stand on one side of the room, I’ll stand on the other and on the count of three we both throw a baby toward the center at eye level.
It’ll be just like in The Shadow when the two bullets collided in midair and fell to the ground.

Joe: This isn’t a bad idea at all!

Steve: Agreed.

Sleepless Babies, Auto Burglary and Black Friday

Joe: Joey farted all night long.

Steve: Johnny grunted all night long.

Joe: Joey too.
Must be all the heavy foods the mamas ate.
Joel said the same thing.

Steve: And someone broke into our car.

Joe:DUDE

Steve: All the cars on the street

Joe: Wow.
Really?
In Walnut Creek?
What did they steal?

Steve: From us, it looks like just the car charger for our phones and the miniphono cable we use to plug into the radio.

Joe: Well, could be worse.
Although, that’s a smart thief there.

Steve: They went through the glovebox and console compartment too and just threw stuff around.
Yeah and he only hit the cars that were unlocked.
Which was most of them around here.

Joe: Bastards.

Steve: Odin was very embarrassed.

Joe: Ha.

Steve: After spending all afternoon and evening trying to kill our family, he let’s the cars thieves walk right up.
Sarah’s cousin Eric is going to have nightmares about Odin. But somewhere some teenager’s charging his phone with my thing.

Joe: That totally sucks man.
I’m sorry

Steve: No big deal. $30 loss.

Joe: what’s the difference between an hdtv and an lcd tv?

Steve: HD just means it’s high definition.
LCD is liquid crystal display.

Joe: which picture is better?

Steve: LCD is a type of HDTV.
It’s not an either or.

Joe: Ah.

Steve: LCD would be as opposed to LED or Plasma.
But they’re all HD.

Joe: Ok.

Steve: LED tends to be the best
Though some people like plasma for some reason.
I think Roemer’s solution was best.
Just go to the store and buy the one that looks the best.
Buying a new TV?

Joe: Thinking about it.
Not sure yet

Steve: Black Friday emails made me want to buy stuff too.

Joe: we’re doing all our shopping online this year, but the TV deals seemed crazy.

Steve: Yeah they’re immense.
I almost bought a new one myself and I have one.
I wouldn’t mind having one that works a little better, but then I remembered I’m poor.

Joe: Right.
I keep forgetting that as well.

You Don’t Want to Know.

Steve: Babies smell awful.

Joe: True
I have, however, figured out a way to get Joey to poo when I know he’s trying not to.

Steve: How?

Joe:: You know how when you change his diaper you have to grab his feet to swap out the diaper?

Steve: Yup.

Joe:  If you kind of work his legs like an old school water pump Joey will let loose after a few minutes.
Did it the other night.
I knew he had to go, but wasn’t going, so I just worked his legs a bit and he let the fuck loose like you wouldn’t believe.

Steve: Geez dude.
No fucking way am I going to do that.

Joe:  I don’t do it with any regularity, but at 2am when I know he has to shit, I’ll take a triple diarea shot over sleeplessness.

Steve: If the kid wants to hang onto his poop, he can have it.
I have to say though. That’s so twisted I kind of want to try it anyway.
Dude the most amazing thing happened.
We’re staying with Sarah’s parents for the week.
Last night her mom offered to take the baby for the night.
We put the kid in their room and slept.
The entire night.
My mind was blown by how good I felt this morning.

Joe:  Wow.
My parents come into town next week, i’m hoping we get one night like that.
You know what the problem is with that though?

Steve: What?

Joe: You’re not going to sleep that way tonight.
It’s like eating one large meal a month and 1 moldy potato the rest of the time.

Steve: Damn it.

Joe: Sorry.

Can We Please Occupy the Right Places?

Joe: How’s Johnny?

Steve: He’s good.
Bastard drank five ounces at one feeding this morning.

Joe: Joey drank that much, then he puked.
I think Joey and Johnny have one of those “can’t drink a gallon of milk in an hour” contests going.

Steve: We’re in Walnut Creek at Sarah’s parents’ house. We have Odin with us.
He’s very concerned about all these random people holding the baby.

Joe: As am I.
Why did you bring the dog?

Steve: Because.
Dogs need more attention than cats.

Joe: You just wanted an 8 hour car trip with a big dog didn’t you?

Steve: Cats and tortoises we can just have my dad stop by and feed once a day.
The dog we’d have to board if we didn’t bring him. And that costs wicked green.
Fortunately, dogs travel much better than cats too. So it works out.

Joe: Please tell me you stopped in Oakland and yelled “sic ‘em” at those Occupy Wall Street turds.

Steve: Haha.
No.

Joe: Dang.
Then it’s a wasted trip unless you do it on the way back.

Steve: Honestly, I’m a little bit on their side

Joe: I’m on their side the same way I’m on the Tea Partier’s side.
I agree with a fair amount of what they are fighting for, I just think pooping in public parks is retarded.

Steve: Have they done that?

Joe: In NY they have

Steve: Morons.

Joe: I think they will accomplish nothing.

Steve: We’ll see. Protesting almost never directly accomplishes anything, but I think a good amount of the public has gotten pissed off along with them.

Joe: Also, how can you occupy Wall Street in LA/Oakland/Chicago?

Steve: Well they change the names.
It’s called Occupy Oakland.

Joe: Well, I think the public was pissed off with them at first and is now pissed off at them.

Steve: Partly.

Joe: Yeah, well the Occupy L.A. people have been protesting buildings with no bankers in them (namely my building) and making life a mess for middle class people who are part of the “99%”
So fuck them and their idiotic need for attention.

Steve: Ha.
Morons.
I guess anyone in a tall building is fair game.

Joe: I do agree that corporations, especially banks, are evil though.
So it’s not like I’m rooting for Chase or BofA.
But when the other side is a bunch of modern day hippies,  I don’t know who I’m rooting for.

Steve: Yeah.
Thing is, I’m usually the guy who defends corporations.
I was kind of nonchalant about the “corporations suck” mentality until I saw this one chart.

Steve: Someone put it on Facebook. It shows the average CEO salary vs regular worker salary in several countries.
That bugged the crap out of me.

Joe: Right.
Got a meeting.
Peace.

Steve: Right. Later.

The Gauntlet Murdered, Brined, Stuffed with Five Other Gauntlets, Smoked and Eaten.



Steve: Ahem.
Joe, I just want you to know something about me.

Joe: Okay.

Steve: Whatever else can be said about Steve Boshear.
This Saturday, I put five birds inside a pig, layered it with bacon and Andouille/croissant stuffing, and smoked it all day.
Then I carved it with a 20-inch gold-plated bowie knife.
And when we ate it, it was better than anyone imagined.






Joe: Yes you did.

Steve: So looking back at our conversation from November…
The Gauntlet Thrown
Is there anything you’d like to say to me?

Joe: I believe I said others would be ashamed of you, but I will now say this:
Jesus, all your future children and the various Norse Gods who do not exist all honor your great achievement.

Steve: Thank you Joe.
You are a king among men.

Joe: It was a great day.

Steve: And we ate the hell out of that poultry-stuffed pig.

Joe: Dude, that part was amazing.

Steve: Dude seriously.

Joe: It was 70 pounds of meat compacted together and we ate the hell out of that thing.

Steve: When everyone left, I still had the head, shoulders and butt.
Nothing else.
Plus my dad has like ten gallons of beer in random containers in his garage.

Joe: We did forget one thing.

Steve: What?

Joe: The reading.

Steve: OH NO!
You’re right.

Joe: It’s fine.
I’ll post on Facebook.

Steve: Actually, paste it in here.
It’ll go up on WKJT.

Steve: Dude we had a bacon-covered meat log and a keg

Joe: True.

The Meatiest of Them All.

by Joseph Marchelweski

On the plains of Silarma, the great pig army faced off against the empire of the fowl. There stood 300,000 swine, snorting in a truly ruthless manner, waiting to devour their natural enemy, the bird. Standing just 100 yards away, the Empire of the Fowl crowed loudly at their sworn nemesis, shouting insult after insult. As they faced each other down, one pig stood head and shoulders above the rest. This pig balanced himself on two legs while resting on the backs of his brethren and defied the fowl to send their five greatest warriors to do battle with him. This pig shouted “If thy five greatest warriors can defeat me, we will all bow down before you and allow you to ride on our backs, serving you as our masters.”

“And what if you defeat our five great champions,” shouted a rotund turkey who looked more like a vulture than a buzzard. “If I can defeat your five great soldiers, then you shall watch as I torture them in front of you and then weep as we annihilate your entire kingdom.”

As the fowl leaders thought about this great challenge, five birds gathered at the front lines. Rock the Wise, Mallard the Brave, The Great Quail of Endor, The Cape Barron Goose and Wild Turkey Jim slowly marched half the distance to their enemy, realizing they were the murderous bunch the pig had wanted to fight. They began to squawk, calling out the pig, chanting “Where is this great hoofed coward who challenges us!” They quieted themselves, and then only moments later they felt the ground rumble. Both great armies began to tremble as the Five Fowl of the Great Empire stood face to face with Goliath, the Great Boar of the West.

Immediately sensing their flaw, the five birds thought of running, but their obligation, their courage and their duty kept their feet in place. Goliath laughed when he saw the fear in their eyes, sensing that this fight might last minutes, or even seconds. However, he didn’t realize these fowl were trained well in the deadly arts and desperately wanted the glory such a battle would bring to their fellow birds. Rock the Wise attacked first, thrashing the great pig’s knees with his machete. The Pig let out a squeal, and took a monstrous step back towards his own soldiers. This step quickly encouraged the fowl, who unleashed a combined attack Goliath could never have imagined.

Blow after blow knocked the great pig back as they battled. Mallard and the Great Quail used their combined efforts to slice the boar’s arms to ribbons. The pig bled on the ground, gasping for air when he was sprung upon by the goose. The Cape Barron Goose took his ax, removed three of pigs fingers on his left hand and ripped open a great gash on its stomach. Finally, Wild Turkey Jim ran at full speed with his club, smashing Goliath about the forehead repeatedly, causing a great crack that rang throughout the valley. The fowl, now sitting exhausted, waited to see if the pig would rise, or if they had indeed defeated the greatest enemy on earth.

As they looked at each other, they heard something startling; a small chuckle began to lift its way toward the heavens. Goliath was bloodied, beaten, cut and torn, but he was by no means defeated. He rose to his feet, stammering only slightly at first, and with one great blow with his right fist he punched Wild Turkey Jim so hard he shattered the bird’s rib cage entirely. In a whirl, he then spun his sword, removing the arms of both the quail and the duck so quickly, they didn’t even know it had happened at first. Goliath then turned his attention to the goose. The goose, brave as he was, ran full speed toward the pig, who caught the courageous bird with one hand, and then ripped its beak off.

Lastly, Rock looked at his comrades and shuttered in fear. Goliath raised his voice and began mocking all the fowl. “Oh great bird empire, home of such great warriors, watch as I not only defeat, but shame your worthless race!.” He grabbed the quail, whose body was marred by the pig, and held the small bird by the throat. To the disgust and horror of each fowl warrior, the pig shoved the quail down the hen’s throat, as the bird wept and begged for mercy. The pig then grabbed the duck, and snarled viciously as drool ran down his jaw. Each bird, filled with disgust at what they were now forced to witness, dropped to its knees and begged for this slaughter to stop. Their tears and cries were so powerful, even a few pigs ran up to Goliath, begging their brother to cease. He then promptly broke their necks, cut off their heads and ripped their own flesh from them, slipping their blooded meat down his own throat. lastly, having massacred each bird and forced them to eat their own brethren, the mighty pig took a deep breath and swallowed the bloated carcass of the turkey. It was with great pain that he did so, but he laughed deliriously the entire time, dancing around as if possessed by Satan himself.

When the carnage was done, the pig fell to his knees and stared at the birds who realized their fate. However, almost instantly, each creature, swine and fowl, smelled something sinister in the air. Their instincts took hold, and each forgot about their great feud, fearing a fate much worse than what they had just beheld. Suddenly, through two great trees, as if delivered by God himself, two men burst forth, and stood twice the size of Goliath himself!

Each creature bent down, kneeling at their feet, begging not to be made the main course of some devious human feast. The two men paid no attention to either army, focusing their attention solely on Goliath, who had immediately been sobered by the fear he felt. They lunged forward, grabbed the mighty boar, broke it’s neck and drug it back to their cabin.

Today my friends, today we eat the remains of the greatest battle in the history of the swine/fowl Armageddon. These six creatures we will now eat demonstrate the great dominance mankind enjoys over its prey.

Steve: That… is disgusting.

Joe: I think we achieved perfection.

Steve: Pretty much.
I’m not sure what else we could possibly have done.
Except maybe put the pig inside an ostrich.

We’ll try that next time.

Watchmen without Nixon and Battle: Los Angeles


Joe: If we could somehow eliminate the 90′s for Stallone, we’d be cutting out Rocky V, Daylight, Judge Dredd, Demolition Man, Oscar, Stop Or My Mom Will Shoot and just about every film he gets panned for. The only good thing we’d be taking out is Cop Land.

Steve: Actually, I’m very pro-Demolition Man.

Joe: You’re very pro-stupid.

Steve: I think it’s a beautiful example of 80′s/early 90′s action movies.
Muscles, explosions, glorification of said muscles and explosions.

Joe: Regardless, I’m just saying that if we took out the 90′s, he goes from Tango & Cash to Get Carter.

Steve: Yeah…

Joe: No one liked Get Carter, but he was trying to branch out.

Steve: Yeah, on the whole, he needs to lose the 90′s.

Joe: His quote about fake-muscled super stars was pretty accurate. America was fascinated with skinny heroes like Michael Keaton and Keanu Reeves.
There’s no room for him in there.
Arnold hit hard times too, especially with that Batman poop show.
I think the 90′s needs to apologize to the 80′s for fucking shit up, and then the 70′s needs to apologize to humanity for existing.

Steve: No, all the best rock music is from the 70′s.
What we really need to do is wipe out the 60′s.
That was the birth of evil.

Joe: Mmm… I feel like parts of the 70′s (fashion, architecture, politics, oil prices, tele-evangelists, plaid pants, etc.) really need to apologize.

Steve: Yeah, all true.
But the really evil stuff like the sexual revolution, the proliferation of divorce, glorified heavy drug use, etc. all came from the 60′s.

Joe: I feel like it came from the last part of 60′s. There was this odd quote from a throwaway Soderbergh movie where a character says. “The 60′s weren’t the 60′s, just ’68 and half of ’69.”
So maybe we ditch like Jan. 1 1968 – Dec. 31 1974 (Nixon resigns in there)
that really gets rid of a lot – wood stock, MLK’s murder, RFK’s murder, both of Nixon’s elections, etc.

Steve: True.

Joe: Although, if Nixon never gets elected, where does that leave the Watchmen?

Steve: Oh they’d be fine.
As long as there was still a Vietnam War.

Joe: ’68-’74 gets rid of most of the deaths in Vietnam, changes it to more of an Iraq (hey why are we over there, 10,000 Americans got killed) from an “Oh my God, hundreds of thousands of young Americans lost their lives in a war fought completely the wrong way for reasons no one remembers.”
They’d be less snarky.

Steve: Nah.
I have a theory that the level of tragedy that actually took place is not directly proportional to how pissed off Alan Moore is about it.

Joe: You know what I thought about when I saw the first 10 minutes of Watchmen?

Steve: What?

Joe: Alan Moore thinking “You know what would make me more pissed than reality? This other reality I created. Oh man, I’d be so pissed if that actually happened. Holy sh*t, now I am pissed, f*cking Nixon’s fourth term, I’m so pissed.”

Steve: Hahaha.
Truth.

Joe: It was just so odd that he created an alternate reality that every American would have hated…but then passed it off as acceptable. Just really an odd premise. Maybe that’s why I wasn’t a big fan. You can rewrite the future however you want, but rewriting a past that really wasn’t possible makes it hard to grasp I think.
Unless it’s Abe Lincoln vs. Vampires.
That’s awesome.

Steve: I kind of disagree.
The only thing he changed was that America had a god-like superbeing on our side during the Cold War.
I’m pretty sure that would have made most of that stuff happen.
Probably not the four-term Nixon thing, but even that wouldn’t be a huge jump.

Joe: Mmm… I don’t know, didn’t seem believable.

Steve: Well you and I have grown up in a world where two-term limits are just a given.
But that didn’t happen until FDR.

Joe: True.

Steve: In Nixon’s day, there were still people alive who thought of that as a new-ish law.

Joe: But, whatever.
We already had this conversation three or four times.

Steve: We did? I don’t remember having the “feasibility of Moore’s Nixon thesis” discussion.

Joe: Well, we’ve had the overall “Why Joe does not and Steve does like Watchmen”

Steve: Oh. Yeah, the book was better.

Joe: I want to see Battle: LA next weekend, want to go?
or this weekend.
whichever.

Steve: I saw it Sunday.

Joe: Damn.
I was spinning from vertigo.

Steve: No, no.

Joe: How was it?

Steve: I saved you.

Joe: Really?

Steve: Oh yeah.
It’s the worst movie since 2012.
Discounting Avatar, obviously.

Joe: Wow.
I had high hopes for Aaron Eckhart. That makes me sad.

Steve: Dude, I couldn’t believe they got Aaron Eckhart to say some of that dialogue.
I said to Sarah, “This movie has everything.”
In a single unit of Marines, they had the guy with a pregnant wife,
The scared virgin kid who’d never been in combat,
The young leitenant nervous about his first field command,
The staff sergeant with a bad reputation because he got people killed on his last assignment,
The guy whose brother got killed on the staff sergeant’s last assignment,
The guy who was about to get married,
They had a scene with a guy writing a letter beginning with the words “My dearest wife-”
And a later scene where he entrusts that letter to someone else with his dying breath,

Joe: Ok.
You win.
I shouldn’t see it.

Steve: (The woman down the row from us audibly groaned at that part)

Joe: I owe you something for taking the bullet.

Steve: Oh that’s not the best part.
EVERY COOL EFFECTS SHOT WAS IN THE TRAILER.

Joe: Oh man.
What a waste.

Steve: Even with all that horse crap, there wasn’t even any great eye candy to make it worthwhile.

Joe: Ugh, so crappy.
Anyway, lunch.

Steve: Aight later.

Star Trek V vs. Rocky V


Steve: It’s amazing how spending three seconds trimming my mustache to uniform length can make my entire beard look more presentable.
Maybe we only look at someone’s top lip to judge their beard.

Joe: Maybe.
Did I tell you I had vertigo last week?

Steve: Yeah.
You’re all better now?

Joe: Mostly.
I get a dizzy spell now and then, but if I stay hydrated I’m fine.
I guess dehydration is part of the problem.
Something in my head was inflamed, so my whole apartment was a carnival ride wednesday morning, complete with vomit and a strange urine smell.
Had to go see the doctor, get medicine (including Xanax) and watched Star Treks 1, 2 and 3.
Although I didn’t like being sick, I’m glad I was able to watch Star Trek 3 and realize that I was a fool to like such a huge pile of crap.

Steve: Vertigo must have made the Star Trek movies seem like awesome action thrill rides.

Joe: Star Trek 2 was amazing on Xanax/vertigo.
Carlos Montalban in the most amazing breast plate ever was so cool, and the ear wig thingies were super scary.
I watched Star Trek 3 while mostly sober.

Steve: Ricardo

Joe: Right.
Ricardo Montalban.
Out of all the Star Trek movies, you know which line always sticks out the most?

Steve: Yeah, Star Trek 2 would be the perfect movie if they hadn’t cast a whiney dweeb with a blonde fro as the son of James Kirk.

Joe: Oh yeah, possibly the worst miscasting of the 1980′s.

Steve: I can’t understand why that one is so many people’s favorite Trek movie, and the main reason I can’t understand it is that kid.

Joe: With the exception of that kid, it’s a good movie.

Steve: Yeah.
What line sticks out the most?

Joe: “What does God need with a starship?”
From the fifth one I think, which is the worst turd that ever turded a turd.
And you know why it sticks out the most? It’s both a legitmate and mentally retarded question at the same time.

Steve: I would like to make a comparative judgement that may lead to an internet discussion of mammoth proportions.

Joe: Ok.

Steve: Star Trek V, though it is the worst Star Trek movie, and one of the top ten worst major sci-fi movies of all time…
Is still less despicable than Rocky V.
I could sit through Star Trek V way more easily than I could Rocky V.

Joe:

Steve: I know, tough call, but I’m pretty sure it’s true.

Joe: I think that’s true for 2 reasons:

Steve: Yeah, Tommy and Gunn.

Joe: 1. Star Trek movies were already up and down. By that point, 2 and 4 were well received and 1 and 3 were Turd Ferguson.
2. Rocky movies were all awesome or at least spectacular from 1-4, culminating in a bomb of epic proportions.
3. As bad as that blonde kid was, Tommy Gunn was somehow worse in every way.
4. Putting Mickey in as a sign of dementia was like Jesus resurecting as a mummy or something.
5. Someone finally punches Paulie (who deserved to lose his front teeth after the way he treated Adrian in Rocky 1 and ruining their finances in Rocky V) but then somehow the audience is expected to feel bad for Paulie?
On a side note, how fucking long was Rocky in Russia? He goes to train for a fight, gives Paulie the keys to the castle for 6 months at most, and Paulie destroys their finances?

Steve: Oh yeah, not to mention the kid’s age jump.

Joe: Ok.

Steve: He’s like four when Rocky leaves for Russia and like 13 when he gets back.

Joe: You just reminded me of how awful that kid was.
And yet, somehow Tommy Gunn was worse.

Steve: Dude Tommy Gunn is such a bad actor, I wouldn’t believe him if he was reading my diary to me.

Joe: Dude, he’s such a scary guy now. he’s got HIV, denies there’s such a thing as HIV, still boxes in like underground fights… it’s like he’s training to be Joker’s deranged henchman or something.

Steve: He denies there’s such a thing as HIV?

Joe: Yeah, he denies HIV exists.
He has lesions on his face and he denies HIV exists.

Steve: That’s… insane.
And only further proves that Rocky V is the worst thing ever.

Joe: Yup.

Conspiracy

Steve: Joe.
I would just like to point something out.

Joe: Point away.

Steve: Peter Gunn.

Guns N’ Roses.

That is all.

Joe: Ok.

Steve: I’m guessing that’s the real reason Slash has always hated that song.

Joe: Sure.

Steve: He’s always said that riff was just something he was noodling in the studio one day and the producer loved it so much he made them write a song around it.
But Slash thinks it’s stupid and hokey and not worthy of his awesome guitar-hero-ness.

Joe: Even though that’s like their signature song?

Steve: Especially because of that.
To Slash, who is one of the greatest metal guitarists of all time, playing eight notes very slowly over and over seems like the stupidest thing ever.
He hates that something he was just noodling one day became their most popular song.
At least, that’s been the story.
I now suspect he knew the whole time that it was just the Peter Gunn theme.
I have discovered a sordid piece of rock history.

Joe: Ah.

The Gauntlet Thrown…

Joe: This guy’s mad dogging you, Steve.

18 seconds later…

Steve: Hey!
A Cornish hen is just a small chicken.
I call retarded on that.
Should have gone with a goose instead.

2 minutes 14 seconds later…

Steve: You know, Joe.
Some pretty amazing things happened to me today.
This morning I realized for the first time in weeks that I’m actually caught up on my work.
Later the guy at the cell phone repair place called to tell me that the part he ordered for me had come in a day early.
Then proceeded to fix my phone in under an hour.
Also, I discovered that there’s a nearly invisible comic book store two blocks from my house that’s been there for two years without me ever having seen it before.
On top of that, I watched the Expendables.
Yet for the first time all day, this YouTube video has caused me to say out loud:
Holy fucking shit.

Joe: I know.
All I’m trying to say is that that guy thinks you’re garbage and your house is garbage and your home is garbage and you’re garbage and you have never even eaten meat.

Steve: Six months from now, when my heart explodes inside my chest as a direct result of this conversation, I’m sending you the hospital bill.

Joe: Ok.

Steve: Dammit.
I’m so mad at you right now.
I should buy the turkey this weekend while they’re cheap.

Joe: Look Steve. If you can’t make that dish, it’s okay.
Really, I won’t think any less of you.
God will, but I won’t.

Steve: I can probably get the pig over at Manhattan Meats.

Joe: Your sons all will, but I won’t.
hahaha.
This is fun.

Steve: Freaking Joe.
Alright, here’s what they did wrong.
They used a chicken and a Cornish game hen.
So essentially they used two chickens.
I’m nixing one of those chickens in favor of a goose.

Joe: Agreed.

Steve: I should probably also work venison and ground buffalo into the meat glue.
And while the Baconator garnishes were a nice touch, I’ll probably have to replace them with bacon-wrapped buffalo chili dogs.

Joe: Yeah.
That’s seriously at least a day of cooking and probably another day of prep.

Steve: When I make turducken it takes me 2-3 days.
So yeah.
That’s a lot of cooking.
Yeah, they don’t have enough meat variety.
With everything already being bacon-wrapped, that stuffing should not be bacon-based.
Perhaps some pulled brisket or pulled pork instead.
No.
I’ve got it.
Andouille.
That stuffing needs to be made with Andouille sausage.
And tasso.
You’re helping me pay for this, you know.

Joe: Ok.

Steve: Damn it.
My only regret is that I can’t do it for a couple months at least.

Joe: My only regret is that I have bonitis.

Steve: That Guy was the greatest businessman who ever lived.
Boo-yah.