Twentieth Century Fox has begun development on "Deadpool," an "X-Men" spinoff that will be crafted as a star vehicle for Ryan Reynolds, who played the character in "X-Men Origins: Wolverine."
The character is one of the most popular in Marvel Comics' X-Men universe. Deadpool is Wade Wilson, a mercenary who, dying of cancer, submits himself to the Weapon X genetic alteration experiment and emerges as an indestructible semi-sane anti-hero. Reynolds seemed destined to play the character. In one reference in the Marvel Comics, Deadpool is described as a mix between "a Shar Pei and Ryan Reynolds."
In one of the "Easter egg" endings of "Wolverine," Deadpool is seen rising from the rubble and whispering "Shhh" to audiences.
The film will be produced by Lauren Shuler Donner and Marvel.
Fox is also in the formative stages of a "Wolverine" sequel that will encompass the samurai storyline that was hinted at as Wolverine sat in a bar in Japan as the film concluded (Daily Variety, May 4).More than one option(Co) Daily Variety
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Sunday, May 10, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7POJjKRzTh8
Victor: Took a charter flight on a DC-10 to London,
landed at Heathrow. Took a cab to the city center.
Don't let people lie to you, hostels are for the ugly.
I'm staying at Home House, the most beautiful hotel.
Called a friend from school who was selling hash,
but she wasn't in. Met a couple of Brits
who take me to of all places, Camden Street.
I flirt a bit at the Virgin Megastore, buy some CDs,
then follow some girls with pink hair.
I wandered around trying to get laid until it started to rain,
then went back to Home House. "Ministry of Sound" is dead,
so I go to "Rem Forum," but it's "Gay Night."
I find one hetero girl and we dry-hump on the dance floor.
We cab it back to Home House, I strip her clothes off
suck her toes and we fuck. Hung out for four or five days,
met the world's biggest DJ, Paul Oakenfold.
Kept missing the Changing of the Guards.
Wrote my mom a postcard I never sent, bought speed
from an Italian junkie trying to sell me a stolen bike.
Smoked a lot of hash that had too much tobacco in it.
Saw the Tate. Saw Big Ben.
Ate a lot of weird English food. It rained a lot.
It was expensive and I'm jonesing-- split for Amsterdam.
The Dutch all know English so I didn't have to speak Dutch,
which was a relief. I cruise the red light district,
visit a sex show, visit a sex museum,
smoke a lot of hash. I meet a Dutch TV actress
and we drink absinthe at a bar called "Absinthe."
The museums were cool. Lots of Van Goghs
and the Vermeers were intense. Wandered around,
bought a lot of pastries, ate some intense waffles.
Bought some coke and I cruised the red light district
I found some blonde with big tits that reminds me of Lara.
I gave her 100 guilders. In the end, she pulls me out,
I come between her tits even though I'm wearing a rubber.
We made small talk about AIDS, her Moroccan pimp and herself.
I wake to the sound of a wino singing.
It's 8:00 a.m. and hot as blazes.
I pretend to ice-skate around Central Station.
Trade songs with a Kiwi girl, then split for Paris
Wandered the Champs-Elysees, climbed the Eiffel Tower
for only seven francs-- the ticket machine was broken.
Got the hang of the Metro, took it everywhere.
Ford model party, hooked up with a model named Karina.
She chugs my cock at the Marriott, which is good.
Played billiards, went shopping I think she gave me mono.
Drove a Ferrari that belonged to the Saudi royal family.
Made out with a Dutch model in front of the Louvre.
Saw the Arc de Triomphe-- almost became road kill.
"Oakie" invites me to Dublin, I catch an Aer Lingus flight,
stay at the Morrison-- Dublin rocks like you can't imagine.
Oakenfold lets me spin some discs with him.
Irish girls are small as leprechauns.
I swap hickeys with a drunk woman after groping my abs
and calling me "Mr.LA." She strips for me
in the bathroom of the club. Sneak into the Guinness factory
and steal some stout so good my dick goes hard.
I fly to Barcelona which is a bust.
Too many fat American students, too many lame meat markets.
I dropped acid at the Sagrada Familia,
which was a trip, to say the least.
Cruise up the coast to Museo Gala Dali,
but had no more acid, which sucked.
Some girl from Canada calls me on my cell,
so I let her listen to the church bells.
Canta Cruz is beautiful but there are no girls there,
just old hippies. So I went to Switzerland
where, ironically, I couldn't find anyone with the time.
Took Glacier Express to Shiltone
which is beautiful in a way I can't describe.
EuroPass into Italy, ended up in Venice,
met a hot girl who looks like Rachel Leigh Cook,
and speaks better English than I do.
She's living for a year on only $5.00 a day.
We gondola around, buy hash. She thinks I'm a capitalist--
my room costs more for one night than her entire trip.
She doesn't mind much when I pay the bills. I ditch her
and hook up with a couple who obviously want a threesome.
Much tension, but the doofus offers to drive me to Rome,
an offer I jump at. Traffic's bad, we're stopped for hours.
The wife's a freak. The guy wigs out on me.
It's like a Polanski film. We stop in Florence,
where I see some big dome. A bomb goes off
I lose the weird couple, which is probably for the best.
Ended up in Rome, which is big and hot and dirty.
Just like LA, but with ruins. I went to the Vatican,
which is ridiculously opulent. Stood for two hours
to get into the Sistine Chapel, which now cleaned, looks fake.
I meet two underage Italian girls who I try to talk
into fucking each other while I jack off onto them.
Bored, I buy them some ice cream instead.
My hotel has a gym, so I work out.
I bump into some guy from Camden who says he knows me,
but I'm sure that he's a fag, so I lose him.
I try to fart and instead shit my pants.
In my room I masturbate and have a pain in my groin.
I dream about a beautiful girl, half in water,
stretching her lean body. She asks me if I like it.
I tell her she can clean fish with it.
I don't know what it means, but I wake well-rested,
masturbate in the shower, and check out.
Make my way back to London, hang out in Piccadilly Circus.
Swap shirts with some upper-crusty Cambridge chick.
Hers was an Agnes B.; mine, it cost me my Chanel.
She acts stuffy and prudish, but is really wild underneath.
She barely looks at my abs, though she wants to.
The next day I drop acid and get lost in the subway
for a full day and can't find my way out.
I meet a cute girl that lets me jack off onto her
as long as no come gets onto her Paul Smith coat.
We get stoned while listening to Michael Jackson records.
The next morning, I wake up talking to myself.
I had a big bump on my head from flailing in my sleep.
I get my stuff and barely make my plane
back to the United States. I no longer know who I am
and I feel like the ghost of a total stranger.
So then I ended up back here.
landed at Heathrow. Took a cab to the city center.
Don't let people lie to you, hostels are for the ugly.
I'm staying at Home House, the most beautiful hotel.
Called a friend from school who was selling hash,
but she wasn't in. Met a couple of Brits
who take me to of all places, Camden Street.
I flirt a bit at the Virgin Megastore, buy some CDs,
then follow some girls with pink hair.
I wandered around trying to get laid until it started to rain,
then went back to Home House. "Ministry of Sound" is dead,
so I go to "Rem Forum," but it's "Gay Night."
I find one hetero girl and we dry-hump on the dance floor.
We cab it back to Home House, I strip her clothes off
suck her toes and we fuck. Hung out for four or five days,
met the world's biggest DJ, Paul Oakenfold.
Kept missing the Changing of the Guards.
Wrote my mom a postcard I never sent, bought speed
from an Italian junkie trying to sell me a stolen bike.
Smoked a lot of hash that had too much tobacco in it.
Saw the Tate. Saw Big Ben.
Ate a lot of weird English food. It rained a lot.
It was expensive and I'm jonesing-- split for Amsterdam.
The Dutch all know English so I didn't have to speak Dutch,
which was a relief. I cruise the red light district,
visit a sex show, visit a sex museum,
smoke a lot of hash. I meet a Dutch TV actress
and we drink absinthe at a bar called "Absinthe."
The museums were cool. Lots of Van Goghs
and the Vermeers were intense. Wandered around,
bought a lot of pastries, ate some intense waffles.
Bought some coke and I cruised the red light district
I found some blonde with big tits that reminds me of Lara.
I gave her 100 guilders. In the end, she pulls me out,
I come between her tits even though I'm wearing a rubber.
We made small talk about AIDS, her Moroccan pimp and herself.
I wake to the sound of a wino singing.
It's 8:00 a.m. and hot as blazes.
I pretend to ice-skate around Central Station.
Trade songs with a Kiwi girl, then split for Paris
Wandered the Champs-Elysees, climbed the Eiffel Tower
for only seven francs-- the ticket machine was broken.
Got the hang of the Metro, took it everywhere.
Ford model party, hooked up with a model named Karina.
She chugs my cock at the Marriott, which is good.
Played billiards, went shopping I think she gave me mono.
Drove a Ferrari that belonged to the Saudi royal family.
Made out with a Dutch model in front of the Louvre.
Saw the Arc de Triomphe-- almost became road kill.
"Oakie" invites me to Dublin, I catch an Aer Lingus flight,
stay at the Morrison-- Dublin rocks like you can't imagine.
Oakenfold lets me spin some discs with him.
Irish girls are small as leprechauns.
I swap hickeys with a drunk woman after groping my abs
and calling me "Mr.LA." She strips for me
in the bathroom of the club. Sneak into the Guinness factory
and steal some stout so good my dick goes hard.
I fly to Barcelona which is a bust.
Too many fat American students, too many lame meat markets.
I dropped acid at the Sagrada Familia,
which was a trip, to say the least.
Cruise up the coast to Museo Gala Dali,
but had no more acid, which sucked.
Some girl from Canada calls me on my cell,
so I let her listen to the church bells.
Canta Cruz is beautiful but there are no girls there,
just old hippies. So I went to Switzerland
where, ironically, I couldn't find anyone with the time.
Took Glacier Express to Shiltone
which is beautiful in a way I can't describe.
EuroPass into Italy, ended up in Venice,
met a hot girl who looks like Rachel Leigh Cook,
and speaks better English than I do.
She's living for a year on only $5.00 a day.
We gondola around, buy hash. She thinks I'm a capitalist--
my room costs more for one night than her entire trip.
She doesn't mind much when I pay the bills. I ditch her
and hook up with a couple who obviously want a threesome.
Much tension, but the doofus offers to drive me to Rome,
an offer I jump at. Traffic's bad, we're stopped for hours.
The wife's a freak. The guy wigs out on me.
It's like a Polanski film. We stop in Florence,
where I see some big dome. A bomb goes off
I lose the weird couple, which is probably for the best.
Ended up in Rome, which is big and hot and dirty.
Just like LA, but with ruins. I went to the Vatican,
which is ridiculously opulent. Stood for two hours
to get into the Sistine Chapel, which now cleaned, looks fake.
I meet two underage Italian girls who I try to talk
into fucking each other while I jack off onto them.
Bored, I buy them some ice cream instead.
My hotel has a gym, so I work out.
I bump into some guy from Camden who says he knows me,
but I'm sure that he's a fag, so I lose him.
I try to fart and instead shit my pants.
In my room I masturbate and have a pain in my groin.
I dream about a beautiful girl, half in water,
stretching her lean body. She asks me if I like it.
I tell her she can clean fish with it.
I don't know what it means, but I wake well-rested,
masturbate in the shower, and check out.
Make my way back to London, hang out in Piccadilly Circus.
Swap shirts with some upper-crusty Cambridge chick.
Hers was an Agnes B.; mine, it cost me my Chanel.
She acts stuffy and prudish, but is really wild underneath.
She barely looks at my abs, though she wants to.
The next day I drop acid and get lost in the subway
for a full day and can't find my way out.
I meet a cute girl that lets me jack off onto her
as long as no come gets onto her Paul Smith coat.
We get stoned while listening to Michael Jackson records.
The next morning, I wake up talking to myself.
I had a big bump on my head from flailing in my sleep.
I get my stuff and barely make my plane
back to the United States. I no longer know who I am
and I feel like the ghost of a total stranger.
So then I ended up back here.
What the bombaclot nah, da boy de piss him panties
Whats up with you....I am just watching the movie "The Rules of Attraction" on IFC. to me it was a really cool movie not great but on a scene by scene basis it was awesome. I loved the first scene and stuff where the characters were introduced like one with Sean saying the girl has dick sucking lips and what should he do. The best scene to me was the whole END OF THE WORLD PARTY and shit and the Hilarious scene with Victor talking about his European trip. That view of a story trip montage was cinematic excellence to me. I don't know like I said one a scene by scene basis this movie is flawless but it is like a dvd u need to own but know there will be parts you need to fast forward. I also loved seeing Shannyn Sossamon and that hot piece of ass, Jessica Biel. I'm not really sure how famous this director was but I liked his vision and the BACKWARD scenes were cool but a bit too many flashbacks. The story here is seriously a big Cluster fuck but that is cool though. I suggest you see this movie if you have not already but after the first 35 mins or so start fast forwarding because it gets a bit slow. ROCK N ROLL.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
What the Fuck, Black People and White People want their free chicken dAMMIIT
[UPDATE BELOW] Yesterday Oprah Winfrey thought she'd be nice and arrange for free KFC grilled chicken for everybody. Big mistake. The demand for free fowl has been so overwhelming that many people are having a dickens of a time getting their chickens because the website can't handle all the coupon downloads. This morning Grub Street compiled some of the more "heart wrenching" comments from thwarted KFC consumers on Oprah's site, such as "I'M MELTING CAN'T GET THE COUPONS PLEASE IS THERE ANOTHER WAY OF GETTING THEM ???? HUNGRY FOR THE CHIICKEN" and "Nice gesture since I am unemployed and a free dinner would have been nice. I could not download the coupon."
And now this harrowing report from the scene of a KFC on 42nd Street between Madison and Park has landed in our inbox:
I went over to our nearest KFC a few minutes ago...and chaos ensued. Despite the very visible grilled chicken behind the register, the manager told everyone with coupons to leave and that the promotion was over for the day. The people there are currently holding a sit-in and refusing to leave until they get their free chicken...or the cops are called. Racial epithets were being spewed, people who actually wanted to pay for chicken were facing a potential beatdown, and the manager ran from the screaming horde. Oprah, what have ye wrought?
More than a dozen calls placed to the KFC in question have been met with an ominous busy signal. We can only assume a riot squad is currently cracking skulls to save that last defenseless grilled chicken from the freeloading mob. Developing...
UPDATE: The photo seen here was just sent to us from our source, who returned to the KFC in question but was unable to get inside to assess the situation. We're told that "unfortunately the manager is now standing in the entrance and all of the patrons are inside since it's post-lunch rush." We can only assume it's a bloodbath in there. Still developing...
***I do hate this KFC location they always are some cheap bastards when it comes to you using coupons.
And now this harrowing report from the scene of a KFC on 42nd Street between Madison and Park has landed in our inbox:
I went over to our nearest KFC a few minutes ago...and chaos ensued. Despite the very visible grilled chicken behind the register, the manager told everyone with coupons to leave and that the promotion was over for the day. The people there are currently holding a sit-in and refusing to leave until they get their free chicken...or the cops are called. Racial epithets were being spewed, people who actually wanted to pay for chicken were facing a potential beatdown, and the manager ran from the screaming horde. Oprah, what have ye wrought?
More than a dozen calls placed to the KFC in question have been met with an ominous busy signal. We can only assume a riot squad is currently cracking skulls to save that last defenseless grilled chicken from the freeloading mob. Developing...
UPDATE: The photo seen here was just sent to us from our source, who returned to the KFC in question but was unable to get inside to assess the situation. We're told that "unfortunately the manager is now standing in the entrance and all of the patrons are inside since it's post-lunch rush." We can only assume it's a bloodbath in there. Still developing...
***I do hate this KFC location they always are some cheap bastards when it comes to you using coupons.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I was in early tonight but now I can't sleep my allergies are killing me. Lately I have been ok though but last two days forget it. I think it is time to watch some porn at 4:09 in the AM.
I was just about to say:
Current Crush: No one that is not in the porn game but I may have just fallen in love with a woman I seen on YELP.com and she wears orange glasses and has perfect lips. 1 or two ladies on my myspace page, I am definitely fans of as well.
Things I love: 1) Texting vs calling either or most cases but textin is mostly easier. 2) goin to the movies, well actually to the theater that is. I know everyone out there is trying to bootleg this and that but some movies you just have to see live and on the big screen. I am also a huge fan of foreign movies and Indies and those are much harder to find on the bootleg scene. 3) Spinach, yeah I love it well at least on my pizza. I don't eat a ton of veggies but I do try to eat this. 4) Women, yes I love women. The way they smell (Except for the chicks that wear like the $1.00 perfume with maybe baby powder smell, shit smell horrible. I mean strippers don't even smell that bad. Stop being cheap buy some real perfume), the way they show off that cleavage every now and then, The sexy accents some different women have. I don't see nothing wrong, WITH A LITTLE BUMP AND GRIND. 5) I really have not been to clubs all that much but it was nice to be in the spots in Las Vegas. Didn't get on my grinding as much as normal though but its all good. 6) Randomness: I really like something that really surprises me as being so random. You know like if you read someone's myspace page and it catches you off guard with a feeling like wow I am intrigued, slightly aroused and still almost afraid or confused about this person after reading their profile. 7) Music: I love almost all kinds of music, well no opera unless maybe the song from hitman Avi Maria. Hip Hop is pretty weak right now but that is what Ipods are for you listen to the old school music you grew up on and love. I think It is really so cool sometimes when you see some young bucks on the train listening to their IPODS talking about oh I like that Poison shit from BBD and that Just got paid is the joint. That is cool cause these songs came out before these kids were even born and they are embrassing it because it is new to them and they are looking to the past for good music. VERY SMART YOUNG PEOPLE, VERY SMART. 8) Nerds and geeks: I think it is cool that the nerdy look is sort of seen as cool now. I was so confused in Junior High because I was such a slasher/ tweener. I was way too cool for the complete nerds but not too popular for the jocks or the really POPULAR pack and not crazy enough for the GOTHS then not ghetto enough for the Drug runners or wanna be gang members. It was confusing. I had friends in all these groups but I guess when it came to what group was I truely in it was the nerd group but like I said I went to alot of parties and stuff and messed with alot of ladies so maybe I broke the NERD COLOR barrier. I changed the way some of these girls looked at Nerds. 9) Sports: Like sports alot, love basketball watching NBA and playing especially when I get to block someone shot on defense and tell them to come stronger next time. I loved wrestling as a young buck. It is still entertainment but not the same as when I was a kid. The business has completely changed. 10) I love being me too. Just how cool I am and how Versatile I really just am.
I was just about to say:
Current Crush: No one that is not in the porn game but I may have just fallen in love with a woman I seen on YELP.com and she wears orange glasses and has perfect lips. 1 or two ladies on my myspace page, I am definitely fans of as well.
Things I love: 1) Texting vs calling either or most cases but textin is mostly easier. 2) goin to the movies, well actually to the theater that is. I know everyone out there is trying to bootleg this and that but some movies you just have to see live and on the big screen. I am also a huge fan of foreign movies and Indies and those are much harder to find on the bootleg scene. 3) Spinach, yeah I love it well at least on my pizza. I don't eat a ton of veggies but I do try to eat this. 4) Women, yes I love women. The way they smell (Except for the chicks that wear like the $1.00 perfume with maybe baby powder smell, shit smell horrible. I mean strippers don't even smell that bad. Stop being cheap buy some real perfume), the way they show off that cleavage every now and then, The sexy accents some different women have. I don't see nothing wrong, WITH A LITTLE BUMP AND GRIND. 5) I really have not been to clubs all that much but it was nice to be in the spots in Las Vegas. Didn't get on my grinding as much as normal though but its all good. 6) Randomness: I really like something that really surprises me as being so random. You know like if you read someone's myspace page and it catches you off guard with a feeling like wow I am intrigued, slightly aroused and still almost afraid or confused about this person after reading their profile. 7) Music: I love almost all kinds of music, well no opera unless maybe the song from hitman Avi Maria. Hip Hop is pretty weak right now but that is what Ipods are for you listen to the old school music you grew up on and love. I think It is really so cool sometimes when you see some young bucks on the train listening to their IPODS talking about oh I like that Poison shit from BBD and that Just got paid is the joint. That is cool cause these songs came out before these kids were even born and they are embrassing it because it is new to them and they are looking to the past for good music. VERY SMART YOUNG PEOPLE, VERY SMART. 8) Nerds and geeks: I think it is cool that the nerdy look is sort of seen as cool now. I was so confused in Junior High because I was such a slasher/ tweener. I was way too cool for the complete nerds but not too popular for the jocks or the really POPULAR pack and not crazy enough for the GOTHS then not ghetto enough for the Drug runners or wanna be gang members. It was confusing. I had friends in all these groups but I guess when it came to what group was I truely in it was the nerd group but like I said I went to alot of parties and stuff and messed with alot of ladies so maybe I broke the NERD COLOR barrier. I changed the way some of these girls looked at Nerds. 9) Sports: Like sports alot, love basketball watching NBA and playing especially when I get to block someone shot on defense and tell them to come stronger next time. I loved wrestling as a young buck. It is still entertainment but not the same as when I was a kid. The business has completely changed. 10) I love being me too. Just how cool I am and how Versatile I really just am.
Friday, May 1, 2009
So Nas and Kelis are getting a divorce. I kinda can't say I am surprised. They were a serious power couple in the Hollywood scene and Rap game but Kelis seems just crazy. I don't think I could've lived with her this long and Nas I am sure had been dissing her lyricly for a while but hey these things happen. She is 7 months pregnant and cited Infidelity and verbal abuse. I am sure she gave mr. Nas plenty of verbal abuse from her end too.
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