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Pineapple Express

Just got back from seeing Pineapple Express.

I know, it doesn’t come out for another week, but us glamorous press types get all of the awesome previews. Not really, they were giving out advanced screen tickets to everyone who lived in Jacksonville or something.

Since it was a screener, the security was tight at the theatre entrance. No, really, they had bouncers and shit. And one gremlin lady who was checking for cell phones. “Gotta cell phone with video?” she gurffed. Of course I had my phone, and Diana had hers, and I was kinda pissed to have to take ours back to the car, even though my phone can’t do anything for two hours, let alone record video.

Check it – once I get back from dropping the cells off in the car and we grab our seats, there’s a goddamned pudgy 12-year-old sitting in the seat in front of me. So my cell phone isn’t allowed in to this R rated movie, but some Buncha Crunch-addled 12-year-old is?

Thank you, troll bouncer, for keeping me from taking grainy pictures of Seth Rogan’s ass, but for allowing a child to enjoy the endless penis and dope jokes that are Pineapple Express.

Seth Rogan – if you read this, I thought your Jew-fro was pretty sweet.

Conquering

Having conquered every other aspect of the internets, I have no choice but to tackled the no-man’s land in our digital war: Twitter

Twitter occupies the space between meaningful information and self-masturbation. It’s neither useful nor important and it has never been used in a responsible way. Needless to say, I’m addicted. Think about it – Twitter is used to fill in the gaps between the empty moments in our lives. If I don’t care about it, why should you?

Because you’re a voyeur and you know it.

If you’re interested, for the time being, I can be found under the name jaxdotcom. Joe Black and I are running that show for now, all the time hunting for more followers than our arch-nemesis (you know who you are.)

Shantytown

Just got back from a farewell party at the Shantytown Pub here in mighty Jacksonville.

It’s easily my favorite spot since the dearly departed Red Tub in Cola. Different vibe at Shantytown – it’s more of a “hey there’s three people dressed just like Bob Dylan” than at the Tub, where you were more likely to see strangely-coiffed 30-somethings, the sort of people who seemed to be out late only because they felt like they should be.

Have fun in Prague, Jill!

Hello internets!

Nuinca.com is alive and kicking.

Well, flailing more than kicking, but still live. You’re looking at a fairly straightforward WP install with just a few modifications so far – including a nifty piece of code that randomly inserts a header image.

For the moment, nothing too much to post. As I update the site, I’ll update the blog.

Peace and peanut butter