The House of Hunt

Ain’t It Cool News is reporting that the Halo movie that’s been in the works between Peter Jackson’s production company, Wingnut Films, and Microsoft has been indefinitely postponed. This after Fox and Universal, the two film studios signed up to finance the movie, pulled out of their deal at the last minute a week or so ago.

This sucks. Big time. If anybody has the goods to do justice to the Halo vision, it would be Peter Jackson and his special effects crew. WETA is absolutely amazing. And Fox and Universal have to be absolutely retarded to realize that this project, in the hands of Jackson and co., has the potential to rank up among the greatest sci-fi films of all time.

For now, Halo fans will simply have to wait for Halo 3 and dream of what might have been…

Thrice is one of those bands that I have the utmost respect for. These guys are incredibly creative, never stopping to rest on their laurels or satisfied with sticking to the same musical pattern from album to album. These are the sort of musicians that I wish I could chill with, if only to see what fires their passions and how their creative process works.

They have been very inspirational to me and I can’t wait to hear what their new project sounds like. If you’re interested in following its development, check out their new studio at Alchemy Index. Photos, studio updates, random thoughts…it’s pretty awesome. Though I doubt they’ll see this, I’ll go ahead and say thanks to Dustin, Teppei, Eddie, and Riley. You guys kick major amounts of ass.

I’m so confused by our society. On the one hand, we flip out at the sight of a nipple during a football game, yet no one has raised the hue and cry about the latest round of anatomical atrocities to show its gruesome face: Truck Balls.

Also known as Truck Nuts, Bull Balls, Bumper Balls, Bumper Nuts…you get the idea. Basically, some marketing genius stumbled upon (probably during a drunken stupor) the notion that truck tail bumpers and heavy-duty plastic casts of bull sacks just belong together. They’re like…Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, Batman and Robin, cookies and milk, peanut butter and jelly, Adam and Eve…Am I laying on the sarcasm thick enough? I can go further if you so desire.

I mean, what the H!??! Now I’m seeing trucks with these nut sacks swinging from their bumpers. The only way this would be a satisfactory turn of events would be if kicking said trucks in said nuts would disable not only the trucks but also their drivers. THAT would be fantastic.

What’s next? Boobs for convertibles? Cleavage for sport car hoods? Dentures for busted out grills? Hmmmm…maybe I’m on to something here…

Wow. This is incredible. I love how intense she looks around the 50 second mark as she’s playing the second interval. So tough! Chromatic scales are totally difficult to master.

I think I played something like this on my first Casio keyboard when I was 3. By accident.

Did I mention that I haven’t made it through the whole video?

And now, today’s sign that the apocalypse truly is upon us. I give you: The Scent of Jesus. If eating the Maker’s diet, asking what would Jesus do, freshening your breath with Test-a-mints, wearing John 3:16 sandals just doesn’t cover it all for you, now you can smell just like the Savior…fish, sweat, and saltwater air?

Man, I want a guitar that shoots metal-melting lasers from the headstock. Sweet!!!

The leopard-print suit is merely the cherry on the top of this amazing musical sundae.

Given the fact that I know all of you who read this blog (all 4 of you) just love to hear me talk about my incredible exploits, I thought I would provide you with a handy-dandy reference list of articles and interviews that I’ve done which are available across the Worldy Wide Webby. And if that’s not the absolutely worst run-on sentence in the history of wordsmithery, I don’t know what is. Except for maybe that one. Some of these are a few years old, so I apologize for any typos and what not. I only learned how to write cursive a couple of weeks ago, okay? Cut me some slack!

Interviews
Brandtson
Copeland
Far-Less
The Fray
Stairwell
Stavesacre

Reviews
Coheed and Cambria - In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth 3
The Dandy Warhols - Welcome To the Monkey House
Tesla - Into The Now
These Peaboys - Unite Tonight

Enjoy. There’s more to come.

You know what sucks?

Being sick.

You know what sucks more?

Being sick and being at work.

You know what completely rocks?

Having an amazing wife.

You demanded it, I resisted it, and then you demanded it some more. And like the French infantry on the Maginot Line I finally caved and here it is: The 3rd installment in the much-acclaimed House of Hunt Celebrity Revue series!

This time around, we’re shining our bright light of fame, fortune, wit, and fiction on that pillar of comedic acting and self-servanthood, Monsieur Fred Willard. As seen in this clip from For Your Consideration, our friend Freddy not only cuts a striking figure, he also smokes a mean fake Holmesian pipe. Well done sir!

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Willard, a native of Ypsalanti, Wisconsin, has starred in at least 10 movies over the years, all varying in degrees of funnyness and successyness. Perhaps his least well-known, Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgandy, saw Freddy stepping back from the spotlight in a gracious move to allow the gods of cinema to smile upon an at-the-time-unknown actor by the name of Will Ferrell. Some say that it was due to the fact that Willard and Will shared similar last and first names, respectively. Others note, in secret, that Ferrell actually threaten to issue a fatwa against Willard unless he stepped down from the title role…at this time our sources can neither concretely confirm nor deny these reports. Such is the cutthroat world of comedy.

In his spare time (of which he has a lot), Willard is also known to experiment hair colors and hairdos. Not on himself, but on his harem of pugs. These little pooches, who Willard has often called “his source of life, joy, and at times, food,” are world-renowed. Fred had hopes of featuring his loved ones in another of his films, Best In Show, but due to the greed and dishonesty of co-star Parker Posey, he was once again denied the true joy of sharing his dogs with the world.

And so, here’s to you, Fred Willard! Your constancy and determination in the face of all odds is a veritable lighthouse of inspiration and consternation to us, your three fans. We look forward to the day when you will actually be recognized for your genius, comedic or otherwise.