Police car comes driving up, flashes his lights, yells, ‘Where you going? Hold it!’ I say, ‘Whoa, I’m going to a movie.’ Now my cousin started mouthing off. I’m like, ‘This is not where we want to go. Keep quiet.’ I’m angry and upset. We negotiate the whole thing and we walk to our movie, Holder said.
At the time that he stopped me, I was a federal prosecutor. I wasn’t a kid. I was a federal prosecutor.
You don’t say?
Check out my Facebook post where I dump a bucket of bullets on my head to raise awareness for Ferguson.— Eric Martin (@EricMarten) August 18, 2014
Up to 200+ songs/15 hours of music now in case you get tired of getting tear gassed and want to chill at home.
Scenes from Ferguson passed along by a niece who graduated from the Ferguson-Florissant school district high school where her father teaches, as did three of her brothers, so far.
If you watch or reblog one more thing about the situation in Ferguson, Missouri, let it be this. Please.
This Is The Face of My Mental Illness
I took this picture of myself at the end of a day I spent in bed, scared and crying, feeling alone and hopeless and completely desperate.
This is the face of my mental illness. This is the face of my sadness when it is at its most inexplicable and its most pronounced.
I am not ashamed of it.
In case you’re wondering, Coker is eligible at Alabama immediately because he earned his undergraduate degree at FSU in three years and is enrolled at Bama as a grad student. The NCAA eliminated the one-year penalty for graduate transfers in 2006.
Guardians of the Galaxy
I was explaining to the children before the movie started about ye ancient days when you couldn’t buy tickets and pick your seat ahead of time and you got to the theater REALLY early to wait in line for tickets (if it wasn’t sold out) and then dashed like mad and grabbed seats and held them for friends by spreading bits of clothing about and if you were late you had no choice but to sit in the front row like animals pushed to a cliff’s edge by a forest fire. I, of course, chose to sit in the front row because, as a young man, I liked to set my brain on fire any way I could. I would even sit there through a movie twice (Aliens, hello). I also told them about sneaking in through the exit doors or slipping past the ushers to get into another movie.
The children looked at me in disbelief. Soft as butter, this lot. Not surprising, since one of my major roles now is to act as their flight attendant, providing snacks, beverages and entertainment options any bloody time we’re in the car. I’m over it. You didn’t grab a water before you boarded? Sucks to be you. Hungry? We have food at home. The radio? Iggy, Lorde, Charli XCX get a pass, maybe, but Fall Out Boy? Then I hope you like NPR, or The Underground Garage, kids. I have become Delta, destroyer of dreams.
The movie did not change my life (Jesus Christ, calm down, Internet) but it was great fun, unexpectedly moving (Rocket and Groot’s animation was especially good) and well worth the money.
Seriously, if you start your movie with 10cc “I’m Not In Love,” you’ll have to do a lot to lose me. And don’t even get me started on Redbone and Elvin Bishop.