YouTube has launched a fresh Movies category on its website, gathering about 400 full-length films for your on-demand viewing pleasure, all free of charge.
The renewed section, which is actually more like the next step in previously announcedprojects, comes courtesy of deals the Google company struck with U.S. studios like Lionsgate, MGM and Sony Pictures and UK service Blinkbox.
If you are anything like me, you have a tough time watching crap American movies. I can’t even remember the last one I sat down and watched.
Recently, I saw Johnny Mad Dog. Its pretty dope and it’s filmed in that manner that makes it look like a documentary although it isn’t. Without ruining it, it is about Child Soldiers in Liberia. These kids are heavy and make the droogs in A Clockwork Orange look like a bunch of accountants on a work retreat.
Johnny Mad Dog is the leader of a crew that terrorizes, plunders and pillages towns all the while doing drugs, drinking booze and dressing in crazy gear (which I am guessing is the height of fashion for the Child Soldier set).
Peep it. It is the best movie I have seen all year.
This Summer I have been logging in heavy hours at The Del Mar Race Track, hustling, gambling and swooping fly girls. I have even taken to eating lemondrops at the track (and I don’t mean those shots that Strip Club Waitress’ always try to get me to do pro-bono, either), all the while enjoying the beautiful 70 degree weather that coastal Southern California has been offering, while the rest of the country sweats it out.
I have been mostly holding court dayside (pre-track) at Red Tracton’s and nightside (post-track) at L’Auberge Del Mar. I did take time to catch Juan Manuel Marquez cook Juan Diaz in the rematch, like I said he would. Another big win for 70’s babies over 80’s babies. And another decent win for my Custom Suit pocket.
I also saw Zenyatta go 18-0 in what Del Mar Thoroughbred Club CEO, Joe Harper, called, “This is the best day Del Mar has ever had. And thanks to not just Zenyatta, but the style and eloquence of people you see in front of you,” from the relaxing confines of The Del Mar Turf Club.
Now after having The Best Feeling again, its time to plan my next strike. Hope your summer is going well also.
“Money, horse racing and women, three things the boys just can’t figure out.” – Will Rodgers
Today is Opening Day at The Del Mar Racetrack. In fact, the countdown reads 0 days 3:01:13 till first post.
Here is Garrett Gomez breaking down the similarities and distinctions between The Saratoga Race Course and The Del Mar Racetrack:
“People ask me to talk about the similarities and distinctions between the two, and that’s not an easy task. All I can say is, they’re a whole lot alike, but a whole lot different.
First of all, I have a pretty good history at Del Mar. I won the Pacific Classic there four times — once with Go Between, once with Borrego, and twice with Skimming — and last year I won the Del Mar Futurity with Lookin At Lucky on the way to his 2-year-old Eclipse Award. But I’ve also been fortunate enough to ride some nice horses at Saratoga in recent years, like Colonel John in the Travers, Majestic Warrior and Circular Quay in editions of the Hopeful, and Wait a While and My Typhoon in the Ballston Spa.
Del Mar is beautiful. When you sit in the grandstand and look to your left, you’re looking at the ocean. It’s probably a quarter-mile away, maybe a little bit more, there’s no humidity and that ocean breeze tends to kick up while you’re looking out over the infield. It’s awesome. Opening day is a big extravaganza and last year they had record crowds. They really make it an event. People dress up and they have a hat contest and all kinds of stuff. But for the regular race days it’s a very relaxed atmosphere. It’s more like babes in their bikinis and guys wearing Hawaiian shirts. The trainers come in wearing shorts and deck shoes and everybody’s very laid back.
Saratoga is beautiful too, but it’s more of a county fair atmosphere. The attitude of the horsemen is a little more intense and they’ve been there longer before the meet starts, because it’s a great training facility and the tracks open earlier in the season. Del Mar, up to like the week before the meet opens, you can hardly get on the grounds.”
Do I have any picks for Opening Day? No. The favorites notoriously win on Opening Day which can make for some rough Money Making. If you really want to make money on Opening Day, you have to get your old-school hustle on. All I really root for on Opening Day is no deaths.
But I do predict that the place will be flooded with “Hipster Fedora” mania. Which happens to be the worst style move so far this decade.
Looking forward to the next six weeks when all is right in Southern California.
Economic side note:
It will be interesting to see if last year’s record attendance of 44,907 will be matched or broken.
Make sure you check out The G Manifesto’s Del Mar Racetrack Resources:
The book is very short and concise, but is dope if you are headed to Colombia to swoop girls.
Bang Colombia, gives a little intro to Colombia and mostly talks about the cities Medellin, Bogota, and Cali. There are some real solid travel tips, and strategy’s for learning Spanish (which is very important when traveling to Colombia).
The culture and the nature of Colombian girls is touched on, however it is The Game aspect where Bang Colombia really shines like The Lighthouse of Alexandria.
Roosh has a real solid, somewhat unique, Game steez, that can be emulated by many people, especially those on a budget, which really should give this book mass appeal in a Down Economy.
The book finishes off with some real detailed places to swoop girls in Medellin, Bogota, and Cali.
This book is a must purchase if you want to roll down to Colombia and swoop fly girls. Roosh has developed a real solid niche for himself, as the information provided is not available anywhere else. I really appreciate the concept, since for a long time I have thought that travel guides for cats who want to swoop girls is a great idea.
Now, look, I have had dope rides in my day; a mint 1963 Lincoln Continental with Suicide Doors (and I don’t mean Suits VS SuicideGirls, either), a 72 Cadillac Coupe DeVille and a 2005 Cadillac DeVille (in 2005) so I am up on what I am putting down. And I can tell you that the lion’s share of the attention you get from dope rides is from guys not girls. Usually it is some skippy “congratulating” on how “sick” you ride is followed by tales of how they “used to own” a dope ride similar. Sh*t gets tired real quick.
If you think having a dope ride will get girls stepping to you, you are in for a surprise. Even in Southern California.
Doubt me?
Next time you see a Ferrari roll by, 99 times out of 100 you are going to see it with some solo dude or some cat and his weesh buddy. Rarely if ever will you see it with a fly girl attached.
Ferrari’s and other rides at that price point simply aren’t with it in regards to swooping girls. Hell, you would need to swoop like 30,000 girls to even make it pencil out. A highly unlikely occurrence, even for the most G of International Playboys.
Another word on Ferrari’s: max you can only fit one or two girls inside. Personally, I like rides that you can fit three or four girls in, hence the need for a Lac.
Hell, when I was a young up and coming Playboy on the rise, I drove a Ford truck (mostly for low-profile purposes). Granted, I was in my heavy “transport” days and uncrowded point breaks in Norte Baja days but I still peeled fly girls like a fresh Papaya in Panama.
So what do I do these days?
Truth be told, I don’t drive much anymore. I am usually waxing too much of a headbuzz and driving is the easiest way to get yourself caught up in the “Shitstem”. Nowadays, I mostly spend my time traveling, primarily in cities where having a car is more hassle than it’s worth.
Now I never get parking tickets, get towed, get DUI’s, get busted with 100 lbs of grass in the trunk or have to pay for car washes, oil changes, new alternators, or gasoline.
If I do need a ride, I have drivers on call. My cell is literally full of town car drivers and cab drivers. In fact, the only thing I have more of in my cell, is numbers of fly girls.
I just came across this poem by Robert W. Service called “The Men That Don’t Fit In”. My Grandfather, like many Irishmen, used to recite this poem to me, among others, when I was a young cub. Check it:
There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they’re always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: “Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!”
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life’s been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;
He’s a man who won’t fit in.
I recently finished a pretty dope book called The Man Who Made It Snow by Max Mermelstein, which is about the guy who basically sunk the whole crew depicted in the movie Cocaine Cowboys; Jon Roberts and Mickey Munday. Mermelstein was also personally responsible for making $300 million for the narco-traficantes in The Medellin Cartel and brining in fifty-six tons of Cocaine into America. Essentially, the guy made it snow in Florida.
“I would sell five keys to some colombian for $30,000 a key, or a total of $150,000. By the next day the Colombian had adulterated my pure stuff, just off the plane by 20 percent, adding enough quinine or amphetamine (better known as speed) or inesitol (powdered vitamin B) to produce six cut keys. He sold the six kilos he had crated, claiming it was “pure” stuff, for $30,000 a key, making a quick profit of $30,000 in a day or two.
Some other lowlife Colombian bought the cut key and made it into a key and a half by further adulterating it. Then he sold this hashed-up kilo and a half to black street dealers in measure of one-eighth of a “pure” key, selling twelve on-eights of a key and pocketing his profit.
The street peddlers took their one-eighth of a key and added more cut to double it to one-quarter key, then sold it on the street by the gram, a quarter key becoming 250 grams, for $80 to $100 a gram.
The money derived from the pure stuff we brought in from Colombia kept a huge coke-hungry army of dealers and petty pusher driving their fancy cars around the slums of America’s Cities.
Nobody closely associated with the cartel delt in anything less than multiple kilograms of coke straight from Colombia. We never even saw street peddlers. …and life was sweet”
Two main lessons from the book:
Never drive a car.
You can’t chase a paper trail if there is no paper.
