Welcome to the land of The Rabid One. "Rabid" Nick Refer is your loyal party host, freelance writer both in print and online, director, photographer, monkey enthusiast, your one stop shop for:

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• Assorted Monkey humor in various flavors and colors.

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from firstshowing.net:

 

“While I've been a strong advocate of "House M.D." star Hugh Laurie taking the role, plenty of other people have had their own ideas as to who should step into the shoes of The Daily Planet editor-in-chief Perry White for Zack Snyder's forthcoming comic book franchise reboot Man of Steel. However, I don't think anyone had this casting choice in mind as EW has learned The Matrix franchise star Laurence Fishburne will be bossing around intrepid reporters Lois Lane and Clark Kent in the thriving city of Metropolis. It's not such a bad gig for the actor's return to the big screen after leaving his starring role on "CSI" back in July.

Fishburne has a commanding presence on screen, and his voice should be quite intimidating bossing around the bustling office of The Daily Planet. In the history of the Superman film adaptations, Jackie Cooper took the role in all four of the Christopher Reeve films, while Frank Langella played Perry in Superman Returns. Comic book purists may be disappointed to see the film turning the character into an African-American man, but it's the 21st century, and if a black man can be president, then one can sure as hell run a fictional newspaper. And in case you haven't heard, the new Ultimate Spider-Man is half-Hispanic and half-black, so if you're really upset about an African-American Perry White, well, you have some deeper issues to resolve.”

As I was set to return to Creative Loafing after a sabbatical in Siberia spent living amongst the wolf-people, my interest was piqued when the documentary Justin Bieber: Never Say Never popped up for review. Rabid Nick has a serious thirst for knowledge, and I crave the clean quench that only non-fiction cinema can provide.

With nothing more than the inspiring title to go by, I shed my wolf skin, and eagerly jumped on board to review what was certain to be an epic piece of inspiring cinema.

Movie Promotions Guy: “Welcome to this exclusive pre-screening of Justin Bieber: Never Say Never.Who wants Bieber Fever T-shirts?”

Justin Bieber Fan’s Mom: “Where are the Jello shots?”

Uh oh …

Find out if I survived ahead…

Look at you looking up at me. You tear out my heart like that guy in Indiana Jones who ripped out guys hearts. And I'm damn pissed about it woman! You were supposed to be so different, you know since I rescued you from that jerk who kept you locked up like prisoner. Remember me? I was your hero, like Lancelot on ecstacy, we did it all together...and now you're leaving. What gives?

There was this one woman, the last woman, you know her, no, not that one, the bearded one. She took my heart and melted it in acid. And like a pinwheel without any blow, I swore it all off...my ticker would never spin again. I declared women, and love, and Blockbuster video dead to me. No more pain, no more broken hearts, no more late fees on movies I never even watched in the first place. You know, until I saw the breathtaking snarl on your face.

Like one who flew under the cuckoo's nest, I was an idiot and fell in love once more. Grrrrrr...I wasn't thinking you'd stroll in looking for attention and then act like I never existed. You didn't want to go out much, you were pretty low maintenence, fairly simple for a guy who can't figure out clothes hangers.

I knew the end was near, you stopped coming home, out all night, walking the streets.

Turns out you didn't know how to say goodbye, but given your situation that makes sense. Who you are and all...it's not like you'd call or anything.

I never wanted to love again! Look what you've done, you pussy! Fuck my heart, take it with you.

I don't mean it...it's just...putting you down at the vets office....hardest love to lose.

Goodbye Mrs. Cat-er-flax

Yeah, second chances are like classy hookers, they don’t come cheap. But the Rabid One is back from the depths of your longing minds to hit you with more joy than you can get from said hooker.

 

Writer, philosopher, warrior, you name it, you got it. You missed me and I feel terrible for it.

Welcome back self, welcome back.

Imagine one day you wake up and find a giant maze filled with abrupt twists and turns sitting in front of your peaceful home. You have no choice but to confront its mystery, and immediately become captivated by the search for its conclusion. Along your way you look back, retracing the steps that led you to the middle of this life-altering journey. Could you turn back now? Would life even be the same if you made it back to the beginning? And even if you do find the exit, who’s to say you won’t have accidentally lost yourself somewhere back inside?

Follow the Rabid One down the rabbit hole…..

Michael Arndt is the Academy Award winning screenwriter of number one animated film of all time (Toy Story 3) and the recent independent darling Little Miss Sunshine. The Rabid One had the opportunity to take part in a Q&A with the acclaimed screenwriter regarding Pixar’s latest juggernaut, and screenwriting in general:

Full interview ahead! Click here!

There’s just something about seeing a comedian in person after you’ve already seen his junk while watching his raunchy sitcom. How do you not pretend you haven’t seen him naked, being that you can’t un-see it?

Find out how in Rabid Nick’s comedy preview!

The Rabid One is a man of the world, or at least places that rock kasbahs. And in and likely out of my life come some rather interesting people who tend to make my life as a writer soooo much easier. I have this one particular friend who’s quite…out there. Like, not just in left field, but in a different ballpark as well. He’s not very internet savy and I made the mistake of trying to introduce him to Facebook, I mean I could always use more people hanging on my every thought, meal, and nonsensical life choice. Yeah, I don’t think he quite got it. He tried it for a bit before writing off this rant to me, in what I believe was only like the second email he’d ever written. Yeah, that far out there.

 

Rabid, Mr. Nick, RNR, dude,

I’m not doing this to sound like a monkey covered in honey stuck on a ferris wheel. Though that did happen to me once I think, on a Thursday. Or not. Either way, I’m not going to be like that. Or anything. I’m just fucked with face book. And I don’t think I can play anymore. I’m not upset, but it’s always after me…..when I sleep it follows me. Somebody poked me. If you poked me in real life I’d set you on fire. Then it wants me to add people who beat me up before. I can’t handle being beaten up on a book with no face!

Why the hell did you do this to me?

No, that was wylde of me. I won’t get bent out of shape because you sent people to stalk me. Are they watching now? Can they read this? I can’t even read this. I can’t handle this kind of pressure. The freckled face girl, did you know it was her birthday yesterday? And I was supposed to do something with this book and I didn’t! What kind of fiend have you made me out to be man? I don’t even know my own birthday! Why have you turned me into an uncaring bastard? You’re a jerkface! How could you do this to me?

I don’t want to live with all this pressure! I’m sorry but I hate you right now. Ok, I don’t, I mean, you send me things that make me laugh when I’m hanging from the ceiling like a bat. Did you know bats can spell words backwards and forwards? It’s true, i read  it on that face novel…wait what the FUCK? I’M STILL MAD AT YOU! Ok, I can’t hold back anymore. Why do people need to know what I’m doing when I’m doing nothing wishing I was doin something more important than wishing I wasn’t posting nothing in a book on a site that is all about nothing. What a stupid idea, I can’t believe you made me do this. I question the person you may or may not be (radical zombie?) and am not sure this friendship is working.

We’re still on for mini golf at that place I like by the turtle store right?

You’re friend always,

B.W.

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