The Weekly Barbeardian: 11/13/11

The guys discuss abortion, pedophiles, and giant cardboard men. Also, Patrick tackles some Ghostbusters trivia.

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Mississippi anti-abortion 'personhood' amendment fails at ballot box
A Life Sentence for Possessing Child Pornography

I watched Oldboy for the first time with fellow barbeardian Patrick about four years ago. Strangely, it was available to rent (borrow?) from our school's library, so one rainy afternoon, he and I sat in his dorm room, popped it in, and watched. The movie begins with the main character holding a man over a rooftop ledge by his tie--this is the point where I realized this rainy afternoon was about to get weird.

The hipster has become one of the most popular subjects for rants these days, so I would like to take an opportunity to put my thoughts down on the subject. I've posted many a status update about these foul, humanoid abominations, but I've never been able to fully develop these ideas. Now that the Barbeardian has given me this medium and a chance to speak to the masses of 17 readers, I give you my rant on the hipster:

The Weekly Barbeardian: 11/06/11

New Barbeardian writer Jesse joins Patrick and Ian for discussions about Kevin Smith's Red State, child abuse in Texas, and the age-old blind/deaf question.

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The Blues Brothers (1980)

The summer of 1980 might be the best summer for comedies in history. Within about one month's time, we had The Blues Brothers, Airplane and Caddyshack. (We also got Wholly Moses! but we won't get into that.) Airplane and Caddyshack are great, no question. But I think the best of all three of those is easily The Blues Brothers.

Riki-Oh: The Story of Ricky

Riki-Oh is not your garden variety low-budget action film. This movie targets the demographic of immature men that have been desensitized to TV violence from an early age. Less money on acting, story, and editing = more money for fake blood and limbs.

Hey folks.

I gotta get something off my chest. I fell off the wagon for about a month. You see, my best friend's mom came in from out of town and made authentic Mexican food almost every night. That means rice - and lots of it. And tortillas. Beans. Tortas. All kinds of delicious stuff, but stuff that I'm still trying my hardest to stay away from.

And you know what? I regret nothing.