Why I Love Movies

I saw this over at Ain’t It Cool News, a movie news site I’ve been reading since 1995.  I thought it was a really great concept, and decided to do it myself.

Adam Avitable at the movies

Why do I love movies?

Because Shirley, you can’t be serious.

Because of the schwartz.

Because this is for Matilda.

Because of the big badaboom.

Because we named the dog Indiana.

Because you eat pieces of shit for breakfast?

Because of the existentialism of Martin Blank.

Because I believe a man can fly.

Because you are my density.

Because girl scout cookies are made from real girl scouts.

Because I’m not even supposed to be here today!

Because of Stuntman Mike.

Because ack! Ack! Ack Ack!

Because Mohammed is the most commonly used name on Earth.

Because of Bart Simpson’s yellow penis.

Because “Yippi ki yay, motherfucker.”

Because of the hamburger phone.

Because of Andy and Woody.

Because Zed’s dead.

Because of scissorhands.

Because of M and Q.

Because men and women can’t be friends.

Because of Jack’s smirking revenge.

Because I see dead people.

Because of the pop quiz, hotshot.

Because it does not say RSVP on the Statue of Liberty.

Because Wopner is on.

Because, nice beaver.

Because sometimes the frank and beans get caught.

Because you never cross the streams.

Because of Sidney Prescott.

Because of “Chopsticks” on a giant piano.

Because nobody puts Baby in the corner.

Because of Mallory Knox.

Because of TPS reports.

Because you should come with me if you want to live.

Because danger is my middle name.

Because of zombie Bill Murray.

Because I want my Nazi scalps.

Because of the Kobayashi Maru.

Because Caesar says “No!”

Because it’s time to light the lights.

Because you’re a freak like me.

Because I’m a dude playing a dude, disguised as another dude.

Because the rug really tied the room together.

Because it’s Frahnkenshteen.

Because I am a leaf in the wind.

Because three, four, better lock your door.

Because Finkle is Einhorn.

Because we can make bunk beds and have room to do activities.

Because they called me Mr. Glass.

Because of boat drinks.

Because the world will end in 28 days, 6 hours, 42 minutes, and 12 seconds.

Because if you spend $3,000, that would get you a million frequent flier miles and you would never have to pay for a ticket the rest of your life.

Because I flew across the room and you got fucked in the eye.

Because you’ve got red on you.

Because a doughnut without a hole is a Danish.

Because you should put it on the Underhills’ bill.

Because of Cousin Eddie.

Because of Dracula: The Musical.

Because of flux capacitor and repulsor technology.

Because you won’t like me when I’m angry.

Because you’re a daywalker.

Because how can you possibly be expected to handle school on a day like this?

Because you shook Sinatra’s hand.  You should know better.

Because the snozzberries taste like snozzberries.

Because I’m the ghost with the most.

Because he put the painting back while she watched.

Because of what’s in the box.

Because I’m Kick-Ass.

Because Andy didn’t fight the good fight.

Because there is no try.

Because life is like a box of chocolates.

Because of Mr. Pink.

Because of a plethora of pinatas.

Because I’m putting this whole town in my rear view.

Because of Hattori Hanzo.

Because I promised to kill you last, Sully.

Because I’ve got you, babe.

Because of Hans Zimmer, John Williams, Danny Elfman, and Trent Reznor.

Because of the fifth of November.

Because how do you like them apples?

Because of true blave.

Because of Adrian!

Because we’re following the yellow brick road.

Because we’re going to need a bigger boat.

Because of the fourth prime directive.

Because Quaid’s life is just a dream.

Because if your clients want to sit on my shoulders and call themselves tall, they have the right to give it a try, but there’s no requirement that I enjoy sitting here listening to people lie. You have part of my attention. You have the minimum amount. The rest of my attention is back at the offices of Facebook, where my colleagues and I are doing things that no one in this room, including and especially your clients, are intellectually or creatively capable of doing.

Why do you love movies?

(Oh, and for those of you who want to know which movies I’m referencing. In order, here they are:

Airplane!, Spaceballs, Leon (The Professional), The Fifth Element, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, Happy Gilmore, Grosse Pointe Blank, Superman, Back to the Future, The Addams Family, Clerks, Death Proof, Mars Attacks!, Superbad, The Simpsons, Die Hard, Juno, Toy Story, Pulp Fiction, Edward Scissorhands, the James Bond films, When Harry Met Sally, Fight Club, The Sixth Sense, Speed, Clueless, Rain Man, Naked Gun, There’s Something About Mary, Ghostbusters, Scream, Big, Dirty Dancing, Natural Born Killers, Office Space, Terminator, Austin Powers, Zombieland, Inglourious Basterds, Star Trek, Rise of the Planet of the Apes, The Muppets, The Dark Knight, Tropic Thunder, The Big Lebowski, Young Frankenstein, Serenity, Nightmare on Elm Street, Ace Ventura: Pet Detective, Stepbrothers, Unbreakable, Things To Do In Denver When You’re Dead, Donnie Darko, Punch Drunk Love, The Sweetest Thing, Shaun of the Dead, Caddyshack, Fletch, Vacation, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Back to the Future, Iron Man, The Hulk, Blade, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Ocean’s Thirteen, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Beetlejuice, The Thomas Crown Affair, Se7en, Kick-Ass, Shawshank Redemption, Star Wars, Forrest Gump, Reservoir Dogs, The Three Amigos, The Town, Kill Bill, Commando, Groundhog Day, numerous films (Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, Star Wars, Superman, Indiana Jones, Edward Scissorhands, PeeWee’s Big Adventure, Men In Black, The Social Network), V for Vendetta, Good Will Hunting, The Princess Bride, Rocky, The Wizard of Oz, Jaws, Robocop, Total Recall, The Social Network.

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To all the women of the Internet

Adam Avitable's cartoon Valentine

Ladies,

Every single one of you is a beautiful person.  Your worth to the world has absolutely nothing to do with the gifts, flowers, and chocolates that you receive today, whether they arrive in overwhelming waves or not at all.

You mean something to someone.  Whether it’s your family, a loved one, your best friend, your faithful pet, or even the Starbucks employee down the street who looks forward to seeing you every day, your presence radiates and has a positive effect on those around you.

Today is Valentine’s Day.  It’s a day when some men shower their significant others with presents and love in an attempt to cover up their lack of affection the rest of the year, when some couples scorn a day that’s made for love rather than celebrating another day to cherish each other, and when many people don’t partake at all, willfully or otherwise.  This day does not define you.  You are not a box of chocolates.  You are not a night home alone with takeout and a movie to keep you company.  You are not roses and hearts.

Men have an inordinate amount of power in your lives, from the negative attention and objectification to worship and placing you on pedestals.  Valentine’s Day exists as a time when that power can make you feel desirable or unwanted, loved or lonely, happy or bitter – all in response to the actions of someone else.  You and you alone are responsible for your feelings – don’t let someone else have that power over you.  Enjoy today as a day when chocolate is plentiful, when love is palpable, and, most importantly, as a day that is no more important from one month to another.

Actually, that’s not true, because March 14th is Steak and a Blowjob Day, and there is no day more important than that. So, umm, forget everything I just said.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

 

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My Interview With Whitney Houston

Whitney Houston, dead at 48

Whitney Houston, singer, actress, renowned crackhead, died Saturday night at age 48 from unknown causes.  As always, I sat down with the recently deceased for an interview.

Me:  Well . . . I can’t really say that this is unexpected.

WH:  But I was only 48, man. 48! 48!!! FORTY-EIGHT!

Me:  Yeah, but that’s like 140 in coke-head years.

WH:  Man, y’know who I am?  Whitney!

Me:  Yes, something you’ve reminded us over and over again with your *ahem* cleverly titled albums over the years.

WH:  ’m whtny.

Me:  Your godmother, Aretha Franklin, is almost 70 years old, and she outlived you.  Do you think she has any R-E-S-P-E-C-T for you?

WH:  I dunno, man.

Me:  What about Bobby Brown? How the hell did he outlive you?

WH:  ’m mtherfuggin whtny.

Me:  Was there anyone with whom you wanted to dance or feel the heat but now you can’t?

WH:  dg th bnty huntr.

Me:  Did you say “Dog the Bounty Hunter?”  That’s an interesting choice.  Let’s take the interview in another direction.

WH:  Yes, plz.  I’mmmm WHITNEY!

Me:  Indeed.  How does it feel for you to have gone from one of the best-recognized voices in the world and a best-selling musical artist, coming from gospel roots, to an example to boys and girls everywhere about what not to do with oodles of money and access to drugs?

WH:  Yrrr a mean, mean man.

Me:  I’m not mean.  I’m just not one of those people who think that just because you have one talent, you should be excused for otherwise being a waste of human flesh.  Being famous doesn’t give you leeway for being a shitty person.  In fact, it puts a larger onus on you to be a role model to everyone.

WH:  Whasss onus?

Me:  There is one plus to all of this, though.

WH:  Yah?

Me:  Yeah.  At least for the next week or so, more people will be talking about you than the unfunny terrible Whitney Cummings.

WH:  mthfggn whtny

Me:  Indeed.

 

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Where I Take Chocoholism To A New Level #FRIENDSPC

The One With All The Candy - FRIENDS Photo Challenge

The One With All The Candy

Maybe there are some people in the world who practice moderation when it comes to chocolate.  Maybe those people should die in a fire, because I am not one of them.  I have walked into Coldstone Creamery and ordered a large chocolate cake batter ice cream filled with triple Oreos, chocolate chips, and hot fudge, and that’s still not enough chocolate for me.

To me, chocolate is comfort.  It’s happiness and warmth and sunny days.  Chocolate is the best part of dinner, the reason to wake up from a nap, the way to relax after an amazing round of bedroom gymnastics.  It can be cold or hot, solid or fluid, large or small, and it doesn’t matter.

I don’t think it’s possible to be angry while eating chocolate.  Just taking a bite out of it will make you smile and make your heart chuckle.  If we just airlifted crates of Hershey bars into war zones, the wars would be over in a matter of minutes as everyone just remembered what life is really about . . . porn.  I mean, chocolate.

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My original wedding website, aka The One With The Invitation #FRIENDSPC

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Our wedding invitations, sent out in early 2001, were very formal, with the exception of a website address at the very bottom.  It was a concession that I insisted on, even though wedding websites were not yet the norm.

I wrote all the HTML by hand in Notepad and then uploaded it to my server.  It had links to online registries, photos of the engagement, frequently asked questions that demonstrated my particularly absurd sense of humor, and descriptions for each of us.

Most of Amy’s family had not met me, and most of my family had never met her.  We decided to have brief introductions that could act as mini-biographies, except, being geeks of the highest caliber, we couldn’t leave it at that.  Instead, we each opted to write the other’s biography in the voice of our favorite authors.  I wrote Amy’s description as if it were out of a Sherlock Holmes story, and she wrote mine as if it came from the mind of Anne Rice.  And now I’m sharing them here, written back in the optimistic year of 2001 . . . well, you know, before that whole terrorist attack thing happened the month before we got married: Continue reading

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My gay ol’ time in San Francisco

Adam Avitable is addicted to technology

The first sign that I might be addicted to technology was when I assessed everything that I was packing for my three-night trip to San Francisco.  Why did I think that I would need a laptop, corded mouse, two separate portable iPhone battery packs, digital camera, Kindle, Kindle Fire, Android, bluetooth, Looxcie bluetooth camcorder, plus the iPhone used to take the photo, all in four days? The second sign that I was addicted is that I took that photo, posted it on Instagram, tweeted it, sent it to Facebook, and now I’m blogging about it.

I checked into the Delta counter at ass-crack o’clock on Friday morning.  My suitcase, for only four days, was packed with way too many clothes, since I tend to pack back-ups and emergency clothes for any number of imagined scenarios. (What if I tear six shirts in a row in a Hulk-like rage? I’ll have four more shirts to wear!)  Pro tip, too – when you fly First Class, your suitcase can weigh up to 75 pounds without penalty, which is a good thing, since mine was almost 60.  Continue reading

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The One Where I Cheat On A Meme #FRIENDSPC

The One With The Flashback

February 3: The One With The Flashback

My great-grandfather was always old.  Even when I would ride my bike to his condo, and he would drive us to the mall so I could play at the arcade, he was wrinkled and gray.  Born in the beginning of the 20th century, he was surprisingly nonplussed about the technological revolution that he’d witnessed throughout his life.  He had a VCR and loved to watch “those darkies” boxing over and over again. I cried when my mother called to tell me that he died, a year shy of making it into the 21st century.  Had he survived, I can picture his gnarled finger swiping an iPad or buying more “darkie boxing” videos from Amazon.com

The One With The Tiny T-Shirt

February 4: The One With The Tiny T-Shirt

Law school was an interesting experience for me and one that I would recommend to the right types of people. It’s no exaggeration to say that while a student, you learn to think in a way different from most people. Your world becomes all about semantics and wordplay, about perspective and viewpoints and realizing that nothing is black and white. And once you’ve had your eyes opened to that worldview, it’s almost impossible to go back.

The One With The Football

February 5: The One With The Football

The only trophy I ever got for football was “Participant”, which is only slightly better than the “Best Sportsmanship” trophy I got for baseball.  I played flag football for our local league before starting high school.  I was big and strong but had the athletic skill of a double amputee.  I played center and with the exception of receiving the occasional button-hook pass, rarely moved down field.  All of the players’ shirts were smalls and mediums, for some reason, so the coach gave me a “Coach” shirt to wear instead.  Every player from every team just called me Coach and deferred to me, like I was actually someone they should listen to.  Maybe that’s when I knew that I liked to be in charge.

The One With The Triplets

February 6: The One With The Triplets

Anyone who sees my bedroom and the myriad Batman statues (THEY’RE NOT CALLED ACTION FIGURES, DAMMIT) will assume that Batman is my favorite hero.  He’s in the top five, but the truth is that Superman will always be my favorite.  He’s the hero who’s always there to save the day.  He rescues everyone, he’s invulnerable, and he doesn’t show any weakness.  He’s above everyone else, but he’d never remind anyone that that’s the case.  To me, there is no better example of what a superhero is.  Also, this may explain the massive hero complex that I have.

The One With Chandler In A Box

February 7: The One With Chandler In A Box

Marisa Frost and I were best friends in college.  We loved Seinfeld, Friends, ER, The Simpsons, and everything else. Leaving her after graduation was a difficult task.  The Christmas following, as I was acclimating to the law school environment, I received this box in the mail.  She made two sock puppets – Adam, with real mooning action, and Marisa, with real glam hair.  I’ve kept that box and those puppets just like I received them and they’ve moved with me from Saint Louis to Los Angeles to Orlando, always existing as a reminder of why my friends are the most important people in my life.

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San Franvitable

Adam Avitable goes to San Francisco

The last time I went to San Francisco was with Amy for one of our anniversaries while we lived in LA.  We drove up, spent three days in Napa Valley, a day in San Francisco, and then traveled south to San Luis Obispo, where we stayed at this really cool place called The Madonna Inn (we stayed in the Caveman Room).  It was a beautiful city, and I’m looking forward to my visit there this weekend, but I just know that I’m not a touristy type of person.  I don’t like landmarks, don’t care about history, and hate feeling like a tourist in any scenario.  My time will be spent with friends and on my own, just enjoying the city in my own, personal way.

(I haven’t forgotten about the FRIENDS photo challenge – I’ll be keeping up with those and posting them once I get back.)

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The One With Monica’s Boots #FRIENDSPC

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I’ve never seen the need for too many pairs of shoes.  All I have is one pair of dress shoes, one pair of sneakers, one pair of high-tops (are they still called that?), and one pair of sandals.  I walk around barefoot as much as possible and only don footwear when absolutely necessary. Now that I think about it, I walk around naked as much as possible and only don clothing when absolutely necessary.

I have terrible toenails, so I prefer to get them painted.  I do take care of my feet with regular pedicures and daily scrubbing and lotion, but my soles are leathery and tough.  The morning after a particularly raucous party during which glass was broken, I was walking through my house when I realized that I had been leaving little drops of blood in my path.  A quick look confirmed that at some point I had indeed stepped on a large piece of broken glass, which was still embedded in my foot, but I never felt a thing. Apparently, my sole is invulnerable to pain.

Wouldn’t it be great if my real soul was too?

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The One With All The Coffee #FRIENDSPC

The One With All The Coffee - FRIENDS Photo Challenge

My dad, reading the paper, talking to me about the funny pages, holding his cup up to his lips, perpetually trying to sip while I asked him questions.   My principal, sneaking behind us in line, pouncing on those who were loud or unruly, with his angry yellow-spotted eyes and stale coffee breath.  Bringing Amy a venti orange mocha every morning before I picked her up for school, spilling on my lap as I tried to drive a manual without cup holders.  It’s always been surprising to me that as many memories as the scent of coffee evokes, I can’t stand the taste of it, and have to find other things to pour into my mug.

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