Post by Joe
1. Pack to drive home for Thanksgiving tomorrow.
2. Finish “Halloween” Post.
3. Spell cheek this pots.
4. Do some actual work at work today
5. Get hammered
Check it to wreck it
Post by Joe
1. Pack to drive home for Thanksgiving tomorrow.
2. Finish “Halloween” Post.
3. Spell cheek this pots.
4. Do some actual work at work today
5. Get hammered
Check it to wreck it
Categories: What have you...
Tagged: Drinking, Thanksgiving, To Do list
Post by Joe
Approximately seven weeks ago, I had the opportunity to visit the city of Baltimore and take part in a local holiday known locally as Halloween.
Halloween celebrations in Baltimore are centered in the neighborhood of Fells Point, and the festivities consist of roughly 5,000 people, mostly between the ages of 20 and 40, dressing in ridiculous costumes and trying to drink their weight in alcohol. It is a somber holiday indeed.
I would, at this point, regale you with tales of my own personal experience with Baltimore’s Halloween. Unfortunately, I can’t. I don’t remember them. You see, I woke the morning after Halloween with a headache, dry mouth, a feeling of exhaustion, and almost total amnesia for the entire previous evening. It was the same for many of the people in my group. Over breakfast, we attempted to piece together just what had happened that night, but we failed. What strange witchcraft is this?
It was then that I remembered my camera! A small disposable one that I had purchased the day before, in hopes of documenting what took place. But had it survived the evening? And if so… had I even remembered to use it?
I raced back to the hotel. Or at least I tried to race. My headache from the morning was with me still, and it hindered my progress. But never the less, I made it back to the room and, once there, quickly found my camera. 24 exposures gone. I had remembered! To the developer!
Hours past, and the anxiety built. Questions swirled about my head: What had happened to me. To us? What would the photos reveal? What could possibly be on the roll?
Finally it was time to retrieve my pictures. “Inside this envelope,” I though, “is my only chance to learn what happened…” And so, with trembling hands, I opened the package….
TO BE CONTINUED!!
Categories: What have you...
Tagged: Baltimore, Costumes, Drinking, Fell's Point, Halloween, mystery, The Big Lebowski
Post by Joe
While on my lunch break the other day, I passed a guy with one of those tear drop tattoos. Now it has been my understanding that that specific tattoo is meant to suggest that the wearer has killed somebody, or popped a cap in some punk ass, as the kids say. An odd thing to want to display on your face, to be sure, but undeniably bad ass. And it got me thinking… how does one verify the eligability of the wearer?
What I mean to say is; is this simply an honor system thing, or do you have to prove to the tattoo artist that you have earned such a distinction? If I was to stroll into some tattoo joint on the wrong side of the tracks, and proclaim that I had just “off-ed some foo’! ” would they accept that? I’m pretty hardcore,* so I could almost definitely pull that off without a problem. But what about someone who is less hardcore than I?
*Blogging = Mad Street Cred
What about the parlor themselves? What kind of responsibility do they have in all this? Is it like carding for alcohol? Do you have to provide a witness, or sign a statement saying you actually did kill somebody? (NOTE: Police, you should probably look into that.)
Or maybe they are really strict. Maybe you have to actually pump some stool pigeon full of lead right on the spot? I guess you’d either have to kidnap them, or trick them to coming to the tattoo parlor with you…
On a totally unrelated note, anybody wanna come with me to get tattoos this weekend?
Anyway, all these questions got me thinking, so I did a little research. It seems that the teardrop tattoo has several other meanings beyond killing somebody. In addition to killing, it can mean the wearer is in mourning. You don’t have to kill anybody, all you have to do is be sad. And you don’t even have to be sad that somebody is dead, they can just be in prison. That counts. So when you think about it; If person A kills person B, then goes to jail, that means all of A’s friends and family, all of B’s friends and family (known as BFFs) AND person A all get tattoos! That’s a win-win, my friend, with absolutely no negative consequences. Especially if B was a dick.
And there’s more. Further on in that same article, it says that in Australia that the tear-drop tattoo means you’ve molested a child. Wait, what? What the fuck, Australia? You had to go and ruin it, didn’t you? And wait, the person who wears the tattoo is the child molester? Seriously? So your all about child molesting, Australia? That’s how you get down, huh? You think its cool to brag about shit like that? Man, that’s fucked up.
Or maybe I’ve jumped to a conclusion unfairly. It never says that its done to show off, only that it means your a child molester. Maybe other people hold them down, and force-tattoo them? That seems a little unlikely. Seems to me something like that would end with a bunch of one-eyed pedophiles with sloppy grey/blue blobs on the side of their head. That hardly seems like it should count as a tear-drop. And even IF that’s the case, what exactly is the plan here?
Aussie 1: “OK, we need a way to mark all these kid-touchers around here.”
Aussie 2: “What if we hold ‘em down and tattoo ‘PERVERT’ across their face.”
Aussie 1: “That’s good, but how about a little subtlety…”
Aussie 3: “G’day, crikey!”
I gotta stick with my initial reaction on this: What the fuck, Australia. I don’t know if you guys use it as a scarlet letter style brand or a badge of pederast honor, but either way…. you’ve kinda soured me on the whole thing. Way to go, Australia.
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Categories: What have you...
Tagged: australia, murder, street cred, tattoo, tear drop
Post by Joe
If you think I spent enough time and energy trashing The Happening in my last post on the subject, well, then, YOU havn’t seen the movie yet.
Once again, this post contains SPOILERS of sorts. So don’t read it if you still think you might be able to enjoy this movie on anything but an ironic level.
So a quick recap; the plot of The Happening is as follows (buckel your seatbelt): Fed up with mankinds wonton disregard for the environment, the trees get to talking, and apparently devise a plan. The plan? To evolve the ability to release a chemical which takes away the self-preservation instinct of anyone exposed to it. This, of course, causes them to immediatly kill themselves in the most entertaining (read: bloody) way possible.
Mark Wahlberg, Zoey Deschanel, John Leguizamo and a handfull of throw away characters decide the best way to get away from the trees is to get out of the major city they live in (Philly) and head to the FUCKING WILDERNESS! (To be fair, when they first leave the city, they don’t know its the trees. But once they figure it out, they continue heading into the woods.)
Anyway, more and more people drop off until its just Mark, Zoey, and some kid. The situation is getting worse, and they decide they don’t want to live like this, so the just give up. But guess what? The trees stopped doing it about half an hour prior to that. Why? Who knows. In the most anti-climactic ending since The Birds, (actually, its the same ending as The Birds but, you know, really shitty) everything just stops.
The film then spends about 15 minutes on two other “endings” just incase the first didn’t leave you pissed off enough. While the final ending is the general horror movie foder of its ”its all happening again,” (Side note: If there was to be a sequal, Happening Again is the most likely title. Also of note: A sequal to The Happening would be definative proof that the universe is in fact random horror, devoid of a just and loving God.) the second to last ending takes place three months in the future, and features a news broadcast discussing the event. A sciencey looking gentelman is explaining to the show’s host and audience what “we now know” about what happened.
Scientists have, he explains, found traces of this mystery neurotoxin in several common plant species. Why is it only showing up now? Well, the plants had to evolve a defense, silly. A defense against us and our pollutin’ ways.
Lets step back for a moment. According to M Night Shymalan’s last few films, the following is true of our natural world: Water melts aliens (Signs), there are wolves made out of grass (Lady in the Water), and trees poison you because they feel like it (The Happening). I think it’s safe to assume M Night Shymalan’s next film will be about how the air is out to get us. This is because M. Night Shymalan thinks that natures is fucking scary shit.

Above: Scary shit
Categories: Joe reviews whatever the hell he feels like...
Tagged: Evolution, M Night Shymalan, The Happening, Trees
Post by Joe
Dave and I started this lil’ ol’ blog of ours several months ago, and while traffic has been low, updates irregular, and content sub-par, I would like to take this opportunity to point out the fact that many of our posts have NO comments. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Znone.
Now that fact doesn’t bother me, and I don’t think it bothers Dave, (and honestly, who cares what Dave thinks anyway? Am I right?) but I do think it bears mention. Why, you ask? Because of the terrible missed opportunity it implies.
How many times have you found yourself carousing the comments of a blog post, news story, or video? There you are, clicking backwards through page after page of days old flame wars, know-it-all assholes, and unintelligible spam-bots, only to finally arrive at the at the original comment. And what do you find? Someone has chosen, simply, to post ‘First’. No more. No less.
Who are they, those who first? Surely, they have some opinion on what they have just seen. Some little know fact to add, or a personal anecdote to share? And yet they abstain. Choosing instead to post only ‘First’. Like a footprint upon the moon, they leave only the smallest trace they were ever even there. Elegantly simple, truly, these Firsters are as Gods among men.
And here is where YOU come in. I am offering you the once in a lifetime opportunity to join the elite ranks of the Firsters. The distinction that so many strive so hard to achieve, but that seems forever just beyond reach for but a golden few. And not just that! With so many posts without comments, you have the chance to become a multiple ‘first’ poster. A king among kings. Just like Jesus.
And that’s it. You have made it. You are a Firster. No more will you be forced to comb Youtube for an unseen video. No more will you have to stay awake through all hours of the night, waiting for your favorite website to update. No more will you feel your hand tremble with anticipation as you scroll to the bottom of a new post, only to see that you have been beaten to the punch. And no more will you have to settle with posting ’second’ or worse…
Time is short, so act now! Be the FIRST on your block to post on Potato Joy!
Thats right, I went there.
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Categories: What have you...
Tagged: First, firsters, Jesus
A Review From the Future
Post by Joe
Wednesday, November 24th - It has been 24 hours now since the long delayed, occasionally anticipated, sixth studio album from the once over-ratted Guns N’ Roses was released, and ever since Best Buy parking lots around the country have been awash in Thunderbirds and denim jackets.
Guns N’ Roses, who’s 14 track Greatest Hits album contains 5 covers, have been threatening to release CD for over a decade, keeping dozens in prolonged suspense. However, despite having almost 15 years to drum up anticipation, the album preformed far worse than expected.
Some blame meager sales on the record company’s failure to release the album on cassette, the preferred format for most GNR fans, while others were unsure as to who “Guns N’ Roses” was.

Lead singer Axel Rose, seen here ruining cornrows for everyone
Others, still, point to the bands inability to write decent music. “Sure, ‘Appetite for Destruction’ was considered a great album when it was released, but that in 1987.” Said music critic Doug Bennett in a phone interview this afternoon. “How hard was it to write a good song in 1987? I mean Whitesnake cracked the Billboard Top 10 that year for Christ’s sake! Whitesnake! Remember this is the decade that gave us Van Halen and Motley Crue. Guns N’ Roses were not that great 20 years ago, and time has not been kind to them. Did you see that performance they did on MTV a few years back. Simply Embarrassing”
Categories: Joe reviews whatever the hell he feels like...
Tagged: Axel Rose, Bach, Chinese Democracy, Guns N' Roses, Review