

In this afternoon's Hecklevision: Point Break ticket giveaway, I informed participants that they could, if they so wished, "write a single sentence or a beautiful haiku about why Angelo Pappas is the best character in the history of cinema." And then this landed in my inbox. This person won the tickets, obviously. The words below are a fable for our troubled times; reading them will change your life. Swear to god.
Three Simple Reasons Why Angelo “Meatball Razor Blade” Pappas Is the Point Break
by Dwayne Jetsky1. Angelo was raised without a father. But like a real man, he doesn’t talk about insecurities/shortcomings. He talks truth and bullshit. But did you know Angelo had to work himself through college? No, he didn’t have a football scholarship. No, he didn’t rob banks. He worked, like a fucking American. Where, you ask? At the zoo. What did he do? He disciplined unruly lions and fed the baby giraffes.
2. Angelo Pappas is of Greek decent. But you wouldn’t know it. Not only does he refuse to be lazy, he also refuses to identify with anything other than the land of liberty. Here’s a conversation that never made the film. “Hey Angelo, you want a gyro?” “Hey Utah, you want a punch in the dick? Do you want to piss blood out of your ass for the next three months? I want the meatballs. And I want them in a sandwich, two of them!”
3. Angelo was once touched by an angel. His mother was out late, again. And left to fend for himself and 12 siblings, Angelo went to fetch ingredients for grits. On the way, he was struck by a car. It was a hit and run. He was left to die, cold and bleeding in the unforgiving January street. Angelo later told his third girlfriend, Deb, “Next thing I know, there’s this fucking angel touching me. She’s all healing me and shit.” What he didn’t tell Deb was after the healing, the angel graced him with a handjob. Angelo, the eternal handjob pessimist, would later recall, “It was decent.”
You did alright today, Dwayne Jetsky. You did real good.

Gary Busey is the unsung hero of Point Break. All too frequently, when compared to the lethal charms of Bodhi and the pretty boy stylings of Johnny Utah, Busey's character—one Angelo Pappas, old, grumpy, probably insane—gets short shrift. AND YET. It's Pappas who has many of the best lines in the film; it's Pappas who helps Johnny Utah when no one else will; it's Pappas who reminds everyone how delicious meatball sandwiches can be; hell, it's Pappas who FIGURED OUT THE EX-PRESIDENTS WERE SURFERS. God bless you, Angelo Pappas.
Point Break, starring Gary Busey as Angelo Pappas, is playing this Friday in Hecklevision at the Hollywood Theatre, presented by the Mercury and featuring your text-message commentary popping up on the bottom of the screen! It's going to be great. AND I've got another pair of tickets to the show to give away! If you want 'em, email me before 4 pm today (Wednesday, May 23) and make sure the subject line of your email is "SEX WAX." If you like, you can write a single sentence or a beautiful haiku about why Angelo Pappas is the best character in the history of cinema! (Doing so may or may not help your chances of winning.) I'll pick a winner at 4 and email them to let them know they've won. Have at.
Hecklevision: Point Break! Fri May 25, 7:30 pm, Hollywood Theatre (4122 NE Sandy). Tickets available here.
P.S. BONUS INSPIRATIONAL POSTER:

Long before she became the first woman to win the Academy Award for Best Director, The Hurt Locker mastermind Kathryn Bigelow made an equally powerful epic: 1991's Point Break. Bearing the 100 percent accurate tagline "100 PERCENT PURE ADRENALINE," Point Break electrified audiences with surfing, shootouts, explosions, slow motion, sex, skydiving, two meatball sandwiches, and a cast that has never been and shall never be equaled:
• Keanu Reeves as "FBI Special Agent Johnny Utah"—an FBI special agent
• Patrick Swayze as "Bodhi"—surfer, Buddhist, bank robber
• Gary Busey as "Angelo Pappas"—a scholar of Calvin and Hobbes
• Lori Petty as "Tyler"—an unbelievably obnoxious human being
• Anthony Kiedis as "Tone"—a territorial surfer
"You're tryin' to tell me the FBI is gonna pay me to learn to surf?" asks an incredulous Johnny Utah early in Point Break—and yes, that's exactly what the FBI pays him to do when they assign the "young, dumb, [and] full of come" agent to take down a gang of surfing bankrobbers. But as Utah soon discovers, this assignment won't be that simple. For when he finds himself under the seductive sway of the trickster thieves' charismatic leader, Bodhi, all that Utah knows—all that he holds dear—becomes as fluid and tempestuous as the ocean herself.
Not only is Point Break one of my favorite movies ever, it's the number-one movie people have asked us to do for Hecklevision. Like past Hecklevisions, Point Break will play on the top of the movie screen, while just below—IN REAL TIME—your hilarious, adrenaline-packed text messages will pop up. In the past we've filled the Hollywood Theatre with heckle-enhanced screenings of Red Dawn and Commando... but you know what? Point Break is gonna kick those movies' asses. It's Point Break. It's Hecklevision. It's 100 percent pure adrenaline... now with an extra 15 percent of heckle.
WHAT: Hecklevision: Point Break
WHEN: Friday May 25, 7:30 pm
WHERE: Hollywood Theatre, 4122 NE Sandy
HOW MUCH: If you want the ultimate, you gotta be willin' to pay the ultimate price. Only $7!
See you there.
Who better to give you some last minute tax tips on this tax day than Gary Busey? (Okay... maybe he isn't the best choice... but his advice in regards to blowing up inner tubes is unimpeachable, goddammit!!)
Guys! Gary Busey is filing for bankruptcy! From the AP:
The actor and reality show star does not state a reason for the filing. His manager Ron Sampson wrote in a statement the filing provides Busey "a new and clear path" to personal and career success.The filing states the 67-year-old has less than $50,000 in assets.
I have no reason for blogging about this other than to repost this video... AND RE-POST IT I SHALL!
In case you missed it, last night marked a milestone in television history: nutbag actor Gary Busey and disgraced meth-head/male prostitute patronizer Rev. Ted Haggard participated in ABC's Celebrity Wife Swap! And while it did not reach the dizzying heights of the greatest episode ever of Trading Spouses, this episode was suitably freaky. Here's a quick clip-fest of the best/cringe-iest moments!
Gary Busey—who, incidentally just got kicked off of Celebrity Apprentice—is officially announcing his support for Donald Trump becoming the next president of the USA! And before you say, "Well, that's just about the worst news Donald is going to hear today," Busey does a pretty good job of holding it together in this video—that is, until the last 15 batshit crazy seconds. Nice try, though!
...and yet? REMAINS HILARIOUS. This is a two-minute long commercial for VitaminWater—which doesn't even show up until the last 15 seconds, because Gary Busey will not be fucked with or patronized!! GARY... MOTHER... EFFING... BUSEY!!! OVER... ACTING!!! YEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
(I'M DOING A POETRY POST, SUCK IT STEVE.)

Literary Arts just announced that they'll be adding thousands of new poems to TriMet buses in April, and there's a survey on their website where you can vote for the poems you'd like to see added. I find Poetry in Motion very conflicting because while I wholeheartedly agree with it in principle, in practice some of the poems drive me fucking nuts—I think because they seem selected for maximum pithiness, so even excerpts from great poems end up feeling trite and Hallmark card-y. So it's all about picking poems that seem least likely to induce bus-rage, even the 4695th time you read them.
Like "Palm Tree," by Jorge Carrera Andrade:
More than a tree, architecture
borne by sun and wind,
the palm is a column
of the sky's arched window.
That's pretty, and it'll be in Spanish, too—I'm voting a straight bilingual ticket. Take the survey here.

Yesterday all I wanted to do was just make fun of Charlie Sheen and 9/11 "Truthers," but it turns out that both respective camps—well, at least the "Truthers"—do not take well to my lazy attempt at humor. So instead of my usual Wednesday work schedule of YouTube cat videos and fantasy baseball box scores, I've been forced to trudge through an epic pile of hate mail from grammatically challenged people who are just as devoted to uncovering what happened on September 11th, 2001 as they are to using the CAPS LOCK key.
Since none of their angry emails were able to convince me that our government is skilled enough to knock down buildings with green screens and the same soundstage they filmed the moon landing on, I've decided to comb through the crazy and present you with the best of the 9/11 "Truthers" hate mail.
Slide on your tinfoil hat and watch out for black helicopters, because the real truth is out there:
"ezra caraeff = DUSCHBAG!"- - -
"I'm sure it was unwittingly, (much like the rest of your un-interesting, un-original existence) but your journalistic ineptitude, was displayed like a Peacock mooning a black light, in your story regarding Charlie Sheen."
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"Your prose style blows." [This one really hurt because the author was writing from a journalist.com email address]
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"pathetic attempt to critisize the heroic effort of sheen. you ARE A MORON EZRA CARAEFF! VERY POOR."
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"Subject: Your fired
sorry but you suck so much. I think that your article on charlie sheen was a paid for smear and I hope you don't choke on the can of beans you buy with your money."

Everyone knows that 9/11 was a Jew-run conspiracy covered up by the government, except Barack Obama. For some reason our president doesn't agree with this FACT, so enter hooker/coke/sitcom star Charlie Sheen, who has penned a (unintentionally hilarious) fictitious interview with our president where he sets the record straight on 9/11 once and for all. Feel free to read that last sentence again, since nothing about this makes any sense. Basically, Sheen's "interview" is like the "Penthouse Forum" of 9/11 fan fiction.
Here's just a little taste of an article that very well might make your head explode.
(the President rises from his chair , I do the same).CS — Mr. President! One more second!
(The President starts towards the door — I follow him quickly step for step).
CS — Mr. President, I implore you based on the evidence you now possess, to use your Executive Power. Prove to us all Sir, that you do, in fact, care. Create a truly comprehensive and open Congressional investigation of 9/11 and its aftermath. The families deserve the truth, the American people and the rest of the free world deserve the truth. Mr. President -
(He pauses. We shake hands).
CS — Make sure your on the right side of history.
(The President breaks the handshake).
Woah. Mr. President, you just got served by the dude from Two and a Half Men.
Link: Gawker
Here's another nominee for our first Blogtown Meet-Up Movie Night (in which we plunk down outside somewhere with some booze, lawn chairs and a projector/screen—stay tuned for details). It's 1988's Bulletproof starring Gary Busey—in which Gary Busey is like… umm… bulletproof, I guess. And he rescues a tank! And he calls people "butt-horn," like, a lot.
Got some Blogtown Meet-Up Movie Night suggestions (including locations)? Leave 'em in the comments below!
Last one. This one might be my favorite.
(Did he just say "Dance of the Reindeer"?)
And so on...
Hey, does anyone remember Birdy? That movie was great. Anyway, here's this:
As promised, the series continues:
Yet more to come.
If you've already seen these, can it. If you haven't yet... you're welcome.
I posted this under the "Busey" tab, because—well, it just feels right.
More (oh, so much more) to come!
posted by former CEO and now Arts Intern Matthew Vollono

Is there anything worse than media-types getting all weepy over the misfortunes of an ex-hedge fund manager now forced to deliver pizza because of the economy? (delivering pizza??? That’s the only job you could get?? Are you serious??)
News reports seeking out the most extreme examples of financial misfortune do nothing to instill confidence in the American public. In an economy thats 80% consumer driven, overblown, melodramatic news segments like these are exactly why people are afraid to spend money.
From ABC news service.
*Obligatory "Hi Nex" (and one dude questioning my dumb name)*
My story isn't all that different from yours, I suppose. I started playing Peggle when it was released on the PC in 2007. At first it was just at parties, with friends. Some guy would say "Hey man, we're gonna do some lines and play Peggle. You want in?" and I'd be up to my nose in colorful pegs and bouncing metal balls.
Pedro Almodóvar is probably the only dude who can get away with making a 30-second-long trailer with no hints as to dialogue, character, or plot, and still make the film being advertised look like it's going to be one of the best things to come out this year. Check it out below.
In other film-y news, REMINDER: I will be liveblogging the Oscars here on Blogtown on Sunday night, starting at 5 pm and going until whenever the motherfucking thing ends in 2012. I'm already working up some more great material about Penelope Cruz and Anne Hathaway making out (it's a possibility!), so I should really be in fine form drunk and angry and waiting for Busey. Come back on Sunday, won't you?
Trailer for Almodóvar's Broken Embraces via FilmDrunk.

I'm am incredibly excited about the 4th Annual Great American Distillers Festival, this weekend at Portland Center Stage's Gerding Theater.
Why? Well, Because:
a. I love booze
b. I love local booze
c. I love talking to people who make booze
d. I love learning about booze
Based on what I've seen from the festival's website, the weekend should requite these loves quite sufficiently. I'm certainly looking forward to a couple of the seminars. The History of the Cocktail at 1 pm on Sunday should be interesting—but I think when talking about cocktails, history should be put in quotes, considering the bleary eyes through which that "history" was documented.
Aside from the seminars and a mixologist showdown, there will be 24 participating distilleries on site offering sips of their wares. The cost is $10/day to get in and $16 for a two day pass. Admission includes 3 taster tickets.
I'll try to do some live blogging from the event, so check back here during the weekend for possible drunken ass-millinery.
Bottoms Up!
Our series of videos that proves once and for all that Gary Busey is BRILLIANT continues with these new commercials for Gotvmail, in which Busey also proves once and for all that his head contains the greatest brain God has ever placed in a noggin. BEHOLD THE BRILLIANCE!
AND THIS!
OMIGOD, and there are so many more here. I'm bathing in Busey!
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