The Rev. Spyros' Snake Oil Emporium

Here come the fun police to take your pony rides...

The Rev. loves animals - they are delicious - no really I love me some cats and dogs, fish and fowl.  They rock.  They are our friends and companions.  That said, here again we have a case of misplaced priorities.  Animal rights activists think our biggest problem right now are the horse-drawn carriages in Central Park.  There we go - that's our biggest concern right now.  Not the ridiculous amount of tax hikes we will be seeing soon, as well as service cuts across the city, not the exorbitant bonuses Wall St. snakes are giving themselves in the face of a huge bail-out - no, what we need is to ban the ponies.  It's things like this that make the rest of the world hate Americans and think we are stupid.  We have the homeless families starving and freezing to death in our streets but we have a charity that's dedicated to banning carriage rides.  Wow. 

Long Live The MURSE!

I've been carrying some kind of messenger or DJ bag for years now - it may have been back when Details Magazine was still cool (and not in the closet and used to do those awesome parties on the roof of club Mars R.I.P.) that they mentioned that carrying a backpack is really immature, so I looked for an alternative.  OK I was young, I was impressionable, but I still think that a back-pack is a bad look to show up with at a meeting.   The problem was I never wanted to carry a brief-case.  It made no sense in New York to carry something that left one of your hands unavailable.  New York, as gentrified as it is, is a tough town.  You want full use of all 10 digits at all times. Also, I just never saw the point of a hard case - looking at it now I'm thinking a 50's vintage Mad Men looking jammy would be kind of cool but still we're not drivers here in New York, cabs can actually make you later than the subway, and as I said, you are at risk no matter how safe you think you are of getting your shit jacked and the Rev ain't no VIC!  If I can't strap the fucker to me it's just one more thing to worry about. 

So here's the deal - it's NOT A FUCKING PURSE, MURSE or MAN-BAG! It is an urban tool.  A necessary piece of my business arsenal!  If a messenger can carry one and still come off tough so can I.  If a DJ can put vinyl in it and not look fey, I can put a damn sales presentation in mine without having to hear it!  So all you haters can stuff that in your fanny packs and smoke it!  If it's good enough for John Mayer (below - dating Jennifer Aniston thank you) it's good enough for the Rev.

This post has been brought to you by the conversation I heard on the L train where hipster girlfriend told her pussy-whipped boyfriend she thinks his (VERY STYLISH. MANLY AND NOT EFFEMINATE AT ALL)
Kenneth Cole messenger bag made him "...look like a faggot..." Fuck you, you ignorant skank.

Next episode - The truth about MANDALS!
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NYC Uber Alles! Yet another reason to love New York!

14th St. and Union Square train station.  Yes that's a pink gorilla and the Cookie Monster. 

Drunken What-Heads?

No really?  Really?  You have to be kidding?  Really?  The following tidbit was pointed out to me by brother Ken Constantino - a baker (a fellow Greek I'm ashamed to say) in NYC has decided not only to make Drunken Negro Head Cookies to "honor" our new president (who he claims will "get his" just like Lincoln) but also Dead Goose Bread to "honor" that airline that went down in the Hudson.  You all know the Rev. is always open to some incorrect political statements but jeez boss - Drunken Negro Heads?

Who's a Honky? Why a Honky? H.O.N.K.Y!

OK so I've been getting a lot of questions regarding what is all this Honkys stuff and why should I care - the story bears repeating as to how I got involved.

I was working at TOKION magazine at the time in a communal kind of office environment we shared with some other companies.  One of them was this complete insane group working on a sit-com called the Honkys.  John McFarland the grand pubah of that group had a small part for me that I went ahead and did and then never thought about it again - the part needed me to wear neon blue speedos and run down the beach in Coney Island acting like a big fairy.

Well months later when he sent me DVD's of some of the highlights I was blown away and laughed till my sides hurt

As many of you know once I am into something I tend to run with it so when John asked for help on a screening we went to town - so thus this event - not a Hollywood opening but fun - and why, you ask are we doing this?

1.  We want to know what you all think of the The Honkys?
2.  Why not?

Drop us a line if you want to stop in.  We'd love to see you.  Wednesday - the 28th at Bar 13 at 8:15ish. 

The Honkys Hit America

Please hit me up at poulos.spyro@gmail.com to come see the Honkys premier American screening this week on Jan 28th at Bar 13!  After party at Otto's Shrunken Head $2 Pabst!

Let's Get Ready To HUMBLE!

After having missed The Wrestler because the fucking L train screwed Miss Judy and I, we finally got to see it last night.  Man did I cry.  You will completely feel for this character from the first body-slam.  You will get misty I swear to you watching this amazing character fall-get up, fall, get-up again and finally...nope np spoilers here!  You have to understand I was a huge wrestling fan when I was a kid.  Men like Bob Backlund, Spiros Arion, Jimmy Snuka, Pedro Morales and Chief Jay Strongbow were what I lived for EVERY Sunday morning.  The Heroes and the Heels I loved them all.  And the managers!  What was a Sunday Morning with out Classy Freddie Blassie screaming "You pencil necked geek!" at someone.  My whole family would watch with me and they loved it as well.   As I'm writing this I just heard on NY1 that Mickey Rourke and Marissa Tormei were both nominated for Oscars. WOO HOO! Fuck you Benjamin Buttons!

That all said I just started reading the Andre the Giant book.  So far it's awesome.  As I was foreign, weird and the biggest thing in my school yard I LOVED Andre when I was young.  He was by far my favorite. 

See the movie - get the book
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Self Destructing on Twitter

Hi all -
More than once I have been reached through Twitter of all things by people on the verge of some serious issues or problems.

Folks, Twitter is supposed to be a fun social network for a community of people  to find out about each other on the quick - if you're in trouble CALL OR EMAIL ME or someone who can help for krissakes!

Every Kiss Begins With K(obras!)

Someone named Kay left me a comment asking about Asian Snake Wine and if I knew where to get some  - basically sake infused with dead poisonous snakes or scorpions - and the Rev. thought he was tuff for drinking the worm!

 

Gimmegimmegimme!

Just saw this on Seed Gives Life's website!

GENPETS!  I wish I could have one of these right now real or not - even the packaging rocks!