Monday, May 14, 2007

This is where Rickey posts recommendations of noteworthy consumables, practices, and pastimes that have been deemed invaluable for the reader’s betterment. All products and advice listed herein have been Rickey tested and approved. Enjoy this week's installment of


Watching out for squirrels. Granted, they’re kind of cute but consider yourself warned: those furry fuckers are planning something.

Cheryl Hines. Hot hot hot. And the only reason Rickey didn’t throw himself out the window when “RV” was broadcasted on tv recently. Has the world finally had it’s fill of Robin Williams’ perpetually bland comedies? Rickey thinks so…

Dropping Mo Rivera from your fantasy baseball team. Even in 2004 this would’ve been a great idea. Rickey is just now waking up to the fact that the market is flooded with good closers. Besides, this may be heresay, speculation, rumor, whathaveyou, but word 'round the playground is: yankees suck.

Tracking down a local brewery in your area and getting a tour of the joint. Trust us, you’ll be glad you did. There’s only one near Rickey, but man is it good. The best part? Lacking a bottling center, Rickey’s nearby brewery sells their beer in a large glass jug called a “growler,” which we’re assuming derives its name from something having to do with pirates. We think.

Hot Fuzz. A satirical action romp through a small British village written and performed by two guys who have seen far too many police movies. So far, it’s Rickey’s pick for best movie of 2007. Any movie that refers repeatedly to “Point Break” and employs the phrase “by the power of Greyskull!” deserves your hard earned money, end of story.

The Fratellis. A foot-stompingly good British pop rock band. Don’t like the genre? Given ‘em a listening to, you just might afterwards. They’re a whole lot better than Fall out Boy, that’s for damned sure. For those in a hurry, “Baby Fratelli” is the best track on the album.

Last night’s Sopranos. If you’ve seen it, you’re now well aware that the show still has teeth. Tony tripping on peyote at the roulette table with his dead nephew's Vegas hooker…? Well it’s safe to say no one saw any of that coming. Until last night, the idea of Tony killing Christopher was about as plausible as Carmella saying “Tony, please take it back! I don't need any more jewelry!”

Alec Baldwin. Honestly now, who really cares how he treats his offspring? The man is a terrific comedic actor, Social Services be damned. When Rickey has a kid (assuming it’s a boy) you better believe that he’ll be throwing left handed pitches in the backyard. No dinner until Rickey has seen 50 fastballs and 50 curveballs. What, is this not a reasonable manner of rearing one’s children?

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Reel Fanatic said...

I think I'm with you on Hot Fuzz ... Great comedy rarely gets recognized during awards season, but Simon Pegg deserves some serious kudos for that one

Mr Furious said...

My tribute to Baldwin last