I see my childhood vacations laid out before me...

Remember when they took the wrong off-ramp in St. Louis? 

Clark: Excuse me, could you please tell me how to get back on the express way?
Pimp: F*ck yo mama!
Clark: Thank you very much.

Well, when we were vacationing in Southern California, my Dad decided to take a short cut through South LA.  Yup.  When we started noticing street people huddled around burning barrels on the side of the street, we rolled up the windows.  

We also explored New England in a yellow Datsun - three kids...mid-summer...no AC.  Good times.

Anyway - the purpose of the post was not the movie, but Chevy Chase.  Did I tell you that one of my favorite movies is Christmas Vacation?  Chevy Chase is a fascinating person.  Here are some things that I bet you didn't know about Chevy Chase:

Chase is fancy.  He is a fourteenth-generation New Yorker and is related to very famous and important people.

He was named for the Ballad of Chevy Chase.

He was in a band...that was renamed Steely Dan after he quit.

He has perfect pitch.  How cool is that?

Unfortunately, he's a democrat.

Sursa:

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Pork ribs, just like someone else's momma used to make. Cuz we sure as shit never ate pork that wasn't in a chinese take out box.

The recipe is from over there ---->

Do me a favor, will ya? Go and check out my last post at The Zaz Report. It's really quite clever (if I don't say so myself) and leave a comment, will ya?

The Vann's Ocoee Adventure: Part 1 -On to Walley World

My family set out to enjoy an adventurous day whitewater rafting in Tennessee at the Ocoee River about 2 hours north of our home in suburbia. It is my husband's 51st birthday and he insisted that no one bring their cell phones because he is so sick of seeing the kids texting constantly. We needed some real, good, old-fashioned family time. Go Dad! My daughter and I are a little scared. All the boys are not, of course.

Main Characters

Dad - my Husband Wesley

Max - my 20 year old son just home from a year in Costa Rica

Brice - my 20 year old son who is always gone somewhere else

Charlotte - my 15 year old daughter who only usually laughs with her friends

Mom - Me

Drew - the 16 year old cousin

Act I

Max: "Hey Dad, is that smoke coming out of the back of the van?"

Dad: "Aw man, we just blew a hose."

Charlotte: "It's not gonna blow up is it?"

Me: "Pull over up there in that driveway so we are out of the traffic."

We pull over and Wesley gets out to see what the problem is. He thinks he can fix it. He knows this because this vehicle has broken down on numerous occasions before.

Dad: "Is that a house or what up there? Brice, go see if they have a pair of pliers."

Brice: "Me? Why me?"

Wesley takes off up the hill alone. At this point, our rafting expedition is set to leave in just over an hour and we are about 30 minutes away still. I start laughing because it's just too funny. Wesley returns and says the man who owns the house, Randall, said to pull up there.

Me: "I knew this was gonna happen. Seriously I knew something like this was gonna happen."

It is my husband's birthday today, so he gets to do basically everything the way he wants. He loves this old Volkswagen Van and that's what he wanted to drive today. Everyone is actually smiling because this is so typical of our family. We are strikingly similar to Chevy Chase's family in Vacation. Walley world here we come!

Randall: "Yall's got lucky today, I'm usually gone by now, but I gotta ulcer or somethin', kep me up all night."

Dad: "So what do you do with all this equipment?"

Randall: "I kindly farm. Chickens and cattle. I was raised within a mile a where we are right now. Hey, you need a wranch?"

Dad: "No thanks I think I've just about got it."

Back in the van the rest of us wait.

Max: 'Do you think they have Wi-Fi here? Here Mom, plug in my computer and let me try."

Drew who has been watching a movie on his Touch iPod says "Naw I already tried...nothing here."

As Wesley and Randall finish up the repair, I decide that I will not give in to fear, but I will absolutely go down this river. Yeah, I can do it and if its my time to go, well that's just that. Randall goes to turn on the water hose to fill up something in our van. I notice his crisp blue Liberty overalls and his camouflage hat. There is also a new Ford Explorer and a Toyota Camry in the garage, along with some heavy equipment in the yard. Chickens and cows must be doing pretty good these days. We thank him and pull down the driveway with 45 minutes to get there.

Wesley looks over at me and grins, I shake my head and laugh.

Dad: "What?"

Me: "Nothing"

We all knew 'what.'

"On to Walley World"

Miss Belgium and Miss Luxembourg moments before the swimsuit competition.

Says here sales at European McDonalds (McDonaldses? McDoni?) have surpassed those of the U.S. market. Sure, the euro/dollar exhange rate has something to do with it, but note that the Old World is outspending America while patronizing half as many locations.

The greatest beneficiary of this news, of course (other than McDonalds shareholders), would be Morgan Spurlock, who can now extend his career another 18 months or so by making the National Lampoon’s European Vacation of binge-eating documentary sequels. As we speak, he must be busy storyboarding scenes of his enormously engorged self struggling to pedal a bicycle up the winding cobblestone alleys of Nice. Or yakking over the side of a gondola in Venice.

Now. Having read the first line of this post, the Evil suspects that many of you heaved an eye-rolling sigh. In a sense, he sympathizes; we all wish the U.S. could be known for more than fast food, Die Hard movies, indifference to soccer and unilateral action in the Middle East. But the Evil isn’t here today to moan about America exporting its crass culture to the previously enlightened denizens of Europe. They’re the ones choosing to stuff their faces/brains/rapidly expanding waistlines with this junk, after all.

At moments like these, it’s important to remember that the people who invented the term “cultural imperialism” considered it an improvement over the original kind, with the smallpox and religious oppression and slavery in the diamond mines. Junk food and film may be overwhelming, even wiping out, indigenous culture, but that has to classify as progress over wiping out indigenous populations. At least by the populations in question. Baby steps, people. Baby steps.

Besides, some of those motherfuckers can order a beer in their McDoni. Just saying: the Evil’s liver is having trouble feeling sorry for Europe's clogging arteries.

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Read more about Adam Rifkin's new film, National Lampoon's Homo Erectus -- here's a great article from Variety.  The film opens on July 11 in theaters nationally, click here for tickets.

It stars Ali Larter, her boy-toy Hayes MacArthur, supermodel Carol Alt, the incredible David Carradine, “YO Adrienne!!!” Talia Shire, the insane comedy of Miles Dougal and Giuseppe Andrews, a tame yet incredibly potent performance by a loin-clothed Ron Jeremy, and his friend Jacklyn Lick, the Chocolate Diva Marie Luv, star of Showtime's hot new show Californication, Madeline Zima, and many more.

It's Joe Cocker as heard through an incredibly funny interpretor. Give it about 30 seconds for the hilarity to ensue. I laughed all the way through.

And one day after everyone paid tribute to the passing of George Carlin, let's praise another comedian who is truly missed - John Belushi. This clip is from "LEMMINGS" 1973 National Lampoon's Special.

And the combination of the two - Joe and John from SNL. Classic stuff.

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Even in my teens I realised that the humour is meant to be taken in irony. Problem is, O'Rourke dropped few hints that he was actually joking, outside of the fact that the entire article was totally outrageous. It is an orgy of stereotypes said without much apology. I felt at least a little disturbed by the article for that reason.

The reason I am bringing it up now, is because for the first time since I disposed of my NatLamp collection, I found the article using Google. Problem was, it was found at a White Supremacist site. Like most racist sites, you never actually know for sure you are at a racist site until you do some poking around. Then you begin to stumble on actual hate literature. For reasons of my own sense of ethics, I won't post the link, but anyone can still easily Google to that site and find it easily enough if they really want to.

Now I am wondering if my willingness to be entertained by the article was actually an acceptance of hate literature, and was O'Rourke an earlier version of talk show hosts such as Ron Imus or Rush Limbaugh? O'Rourke does rescue himself, however, by lampooning his own ethnicity, which by his surname appears to be Irish. The illustration for the Irish is one of a nasty-looking lerperchaun, describing the Irish as "Pie-faced, neckless, bandy-legged sots who almost never fuck." Maybe that gets him off the hook. For my part, I didn't keep a scorecard.

But in addition, there is a larger idea that he appears to lampoon that is easy to miss among all of the sniping about individual ethnic groups. The United States is composed almost entirely of the ethnic groups he is making fun of. Ultimately, if we follow the logic to the end, it is America itself, his own country of residence, which he lampoons.

Vacationing itself has a long and treasured history. The concept was first outlined in 1983 by the Griswold Family of Illinois as a way for families to potentially kill off an unlikable elderly relative and her annoying dog while spending lengthy amounts of quality time in a cramped space while traversing the roads United States of America . Vacations soon became rites of passage for younger children as it allowed them to discover the danger of marijuana and the thrill of participating in the armed takeover of amusement parks. It even afforded family patriarchs the opportunity to go skinny dipping with attractive blonde models who drove Ferraris...and believe us that was one of the trendlier sticking points that had many families taking to our nation's highways.

Clark W. Griswold: Vacation Visionary

In 1985, The Griswold Family upped the ante, allowing the folks at documentary film company, National Lampoon, to follow them on their revolutionary trip to the European continent. Before this time, Americans only ever traveled to Europe on business.

Señor Frog's: Home of The Triple Kiss

While the Griswolds may have blazed trails for a new kind of travel, vacationing has evolved quite a bit since their heyday, allowing for plenty more options than just U.S. road trips and European jaunts. Travelers are now flooded with more choices than they can shake a stick at. Some of the most trendly vacation packages allow travelers the opportunity to romance a ladyboy in Bangkok, triple kiss with twenty something's at Senor Frogs in Cancun while someone wearing a Girls Gone Wild hat films them, and even lose their life-savings at a $15 dollar black jack table game in Atlantic City.

There's plenty more vacay alternatives where that came from...and to prove it we here at The Trendliest are taking a little vacation of our own. Where are we going? Why to the trendliest place of all, Hollywood. Jealous? Don't worry, we'll say hi to Brad and Jen for you and soak up as much trendliness as we can find. Of course, you'll be the first ones we share it with when we get back in a week. TTFN.

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Naaaah~here is her profile :

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Name: Tara Reid
Height: 5' 5"
Sex: F
Nationality: American
Birth Date: November 8, 1975
Birth Place: Wyckoff, New Jersey, USA
Profession: actress
Education: Professional Children's School in New York City.
Barnstable Academy
Relationship: Wayne Boich, Carson Daly (VJ MTV; b. June 22, 1973; engaged in October 2000; broke up in June 2001), Jason Ader (financial analyst; dated 2001), JC Chasez (singer; b. August 8, 1976; dated 2002), Tom Brady (quarterback New England Patriots; dated 2002)
Father: Tom Reid (teacher)
Mother: Donna Reid (teacher)
Sister: Colleen Reid (born in 1982; twin of Patrick)
Brother: Patrick Reid (born in 1982; twin of Colleen)

CURRENT CRUSH: MOHD NAUFAL MUNTALIP *paling..LAH*

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p/s : nak tengok Van Wilder 2 la this weekend =p

]]> http://kellene23.wordpress.com/?p=228 Wed, 16 Apr 2008 01:41:18 +0000 kellene23 http://kellene23.wordpress.com/?p=228 1983. I was in second/third grade and to celebrate the small portion of my childhood, USA Weekend has come out with a list celebrating 'classic' movies released that partcular year.

Really?

Now to also put this in perspective, Madonna also released her first single that same year too.

Here now I'll list movies you thought were the coolest things EVER when they were first released in theatres:

Scarface

The Big Chill

Trading Places - which I never really liked by the way

National Lampoon's Vacation - which I still watch every time it comes on cable

Risky Business

Flashdance

The story's writer, Jay Dyckman also mentions other debuts in 1983: the McNugget (I still think the little puppet ones were so cute to watch), Swatch Watchs were the thing to own (still have mine and yes I wore the multiple ones on my wrist), and Vanessa Williams won Miss America (I wonder how many pop-cultured obsessed young adults know this).

Nice to know that most of these things are still with us. But do we need to go down memory lane again? :)  

Reviewed by Carson James

Steve Weinberger with Sarah Torribio/No Air Guitar Allowed

Love may be a battlefield, but so can be the concert experience. Concert vet Steve Weinberger could've written a book just about his days in the mosh pit; instead, he takes it several layers deeper, categorizing the kind of people that you will usually meet at these shows (all genres have their stones overturned). You will find yourself laughing at nearly every page.

Weinberger writes with a intensely observant yet never mean-spirited eye; the closest comparison I could make are the less than caustic but nevertheless hysterically funny parodies in Mad magazine or perhaps National Lampoon, who would've easily published this 20 years ago. Rarely have I ever seen somebody write something so intelligently about the stupidest human behavior. Weinberger will have you observing your fellow concertgoers at the next gig you attend, searching for the characters in his book. For example, under the heading "Gal Pals," Weinberger addresses the Lilith Fair crowd that made superstars out of female singer/songwriters such as Paula Cole and Ani DiFranco. "First, it is understood that the 'woman show' is a time to reclaim lost tribal unity. This means that the girl who keeps bumping into you is not That Bitch (see the Girl Fight) but instead a misguided sister," Weinberger explains. That's just a small sample of the big laughs in No Air Guitar Allowed.

http://www.noairguitarallowed.com