tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308943692011-12-14T18:34:08.761-08:00This is ramblings, reviews, rants and raves from the one and only Zach. And yes, I am the loudest bomb. Even louder than Jesus.The Loudest Bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10724271608025509854noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30894369.post-1505052630996537222010-07-04T20:27:00.001-07:002010-07-04T20:27:15.225-07:00<tr height="15" style="border-top: 1px solid #0F7BBC;"> <td> Pwmdppadp </td> </tr> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30894369-150505263099653722?l=theloudestbomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30894369.post-38470885895066478622008-12-10T13:03:00.002-08:002008-12-10T14:12:03.178-08:00So I happened to come across this <a href="http://filmdrunk.uproxx.com/?p=7130">post</a> on Filmdrunk about Bill Murray's latest partying antics. It seems our main man from Groundhog Day is attending random house parties around New York.<br /><br />Now, if you are doubtful of Bill Murray's awesomeness or have just had your head in a hole since before you were born, take a gander:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6EZkIaJcCI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6EZkIaJcCI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Okay, so this got me thinking about what would it be like to have other celeb figureheads to make a cameo at your next party. I'm not talking paparazzi, Paris Hilton and red carpet meaningless crap. This is serious business we are talking about here. I don't usually flip out about celebrities or famous people being in my midst. I mean, come on. I'm the guy who got a dressing room for some famous country singer when I worked at American Eagle and had no clue until I heard someone tell me over my headset who she was. I don't give better treatment to people just cause they have a headline name.<br /><br />HOWEVER, I'm still going to brainstorm some people who I think would be kick ass to talk to at a party.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wFRMnJZtgnc/SUA63mHOGHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1HWY2aH2h5s/s1600-h/ZoeyD.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wFRMnJZtgnc/SUA63mHOGHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1HWY2aH2h5s/s320/ZoeyD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278283490076268658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zooey Deschanel</span><br /><br />Flight attendant sister to protagonist from Almost Famous? Will Ferrell's love interest in Elf? She also did a crazy good job in All the Real Girls.<br /><br />She'd definitely be fun to kick it with, plus that whole "girl next door" cuteness thing is hard to ignore. However, she sings better than me in the shower and I'm not sure if that's acceptable.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFRMnJZtgnc/SUA8BLBqbuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/seIbuPP0l-I/s1600-h/dmartin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFRMnJZtgnc/SUA8BLBqbuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/seIbuPP0l-I/s320/dmartin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278284754115522274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Demetri Martin</span><br /><br />This guy would probably be the most likely at the party to make me pee my pants laughing. We share a mutual appreciation of dry humor, which would be ironic if pants were wet...ANYWAYS.<br /><br />I cried during his first Comedy Central special and can only hope he's just as interesting in person.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/ac/Ian_MacKaye_at_the_Brooklyn_Book_Festival.jpg/220px-Ian_MacKaye_at_the_Brooklyn_Book_Festival.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 293px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/ac/Ian_MacKaye_at_the_Brooklyn_Book_Festival.jpg/220px-Ian_MacKaye_at_the_Brooklyn_Book_Festival.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ian MacKaye<br /><br /></span>Duh. This man is responsible for so much music and hardcore influence that I could pick his brain for hours and still enjoy whatever the man had to say. Whether it be straight edge or something about Dischords, he's been there before I was even born.<br /><br />He is DIY philosophy epitomized.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />How about you?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30894369-3847088589506647862?l=theloudestbomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Loudest Bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10724271608025509854noreply@blogger.com0