Antonio Daniels

I'd like to serve notice to everybody still wearing sweatbands of the wrist variety, casually. I saw them in the quarter machine at Meijer. Now having never been hip enough to get on this accessory train, my only concern is that a portion of your wardrobe can now be found at the end of the grocery store checkout. Unless you have been wearing a necklace with a plastic mini-pro football helmet that you had to put the sticker on yourself, for at least 3.5 years, stop payment on the wrist wear unless of course you're headed to the gym or playing bass in Jawbox.

While spending some time on IMDB, and Netflix I came to the realization that there are no positive films with Las Vegas in the role of "location". Not even in Vegas Vacation could Clark Griswold avoid the pitfalls of Sin City. I myself have enjoyed the emotional, financial, hormonal, sensory roller coaster (not the one on the roof of NYNY) that is Vegas. I once lost $750 in 2 hours, wanted to throw up, and eventually ended up fully clothed in a hot tub surrounded by members of the Country Music Association of America, but I still think that with the right star i.e. Larry Wilcox, a feel good Las Vegas film could be produced. I'm thinking Wilcox character comes to Vegas to teach ESL students, falls in love with a student's mother, invents phonics for Mexicans, his new lover's old boyfriend in this case played by Lou Diamond Phillips tries to steal the idea for mexiphonics as a way to prove to his former Latin lover that Wilcox is a loser gringo, and the film visits The Strip just long enough for Wilcox to accept an award at the Barbary Coast, and the movie ends with a freeze frame of Lou Diamond Phillips struggling as the cops take him away.

I'm concerned that as technology continues to advance I still don't understand how a lot of obsolete crap even works. If I could even feel like I knew how a cassette player worked I'd be more comfortable moving forward.