Welcome to Twitter in Focus where media comes to die! Today’s contestant is Ian Coletti, AKA: Arseface on Preacher. Let’s see what he’s tweeting.
Aw, dude! That is dope! You’re on a trading card and you’re Arseface. Nice!
June 26th: “Well, that was…interesting…”
You know, they keep subtitling your dialogue, but it sounds pretty clear to me.
June 26th: “That omelette though…
My question is, have you read the comic all the way through? Do you know what’s coming up for Eugene? I guess it’s better not to know in case they have to change it.
June 26th: “Thanks brother! Exact same goes for you, too!” RE:
@IanColletti and you,sir, deserve all the good that’s coming your way.
See? Just because Derek Wilson plays a bad guy, doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy.
June 26th: “Eugene could really use a hug.”
Or a better plastic surgeon.
8 hours ago: “Thank you! Means a lot coming from a true Preacher fan.” RE:
@IanColletti I read #Preacher the day the very first issue hit the shelves over 20 years ago. Just wanted to say, Ian…you are outstanding.
I agree, you nailed it. The big test will be the flashback episode when we see Eugene before all the…unpleasantness.
7 hours ago: “That’s a wrap for me on “Mohawk”, a great film that we’ve shot in upstate NY over the past several weeks. Can’t wait for everyone to see it!”
I assume that’s not a remake of the 1956 movie. I’m guessing it’s about a punk with that hairstyle?
Well, I’m sure we’ll hear more about it on the Preacher grapevine or the horror movie news grapevine or some kind of vine plant that delivers news.
Okay, let’s rate Ian’s tweets.
Lots of plugs, but I’m not opposed to that. He has a lot going on. Normally don’t do the retweets, but you needed the context. Guess they’re all done shooting Preacher for this year. I give Ian a 6 for Style, a 7 for Insanity and a 9 for Mustness. That’s an overall score of 7.6, but I’m rounding it up to 8 because he’s Arseface. Follow Ian and watch Preacher on AMC.
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Address: 28 Church St. Montclair, NJ
Food: High End Diner
Price: Above Average
Atmosphere: Old Fashioned
I was up north visiting some family when we stopped into Raymond’s during lunch. My in-law’s know how to pick a good place. Raymond’s has a classic diner feel, although the inside of the old building looked more like an old soda shop. Montclair has gone all gentrified and hipster, thus the clientele were pretty young. I decided on a cheeseburger, fries and salad. The Missus got a Cubano and all the food was top notch, delicious. They’ve got some good chefs in the back to be sure. The price was a little higher, but what do you expect? It’s Montclair. The problem was the service.
Our waitress just couldn’t get it together. She brought us lukewarm water with no ice. Then we asked for ice and she became kind of rattled and scrambled to go get some. Now, in her defense, it was pretty busy. She had another table full of people, but still— When you screw up the water, it’s a bad sign. She finally took our orders. I asked, “Can I have a side salad?” She said something that they really don’t have side salads, but they could do some greens. I said, “Fine, I’ll have that AND the fries.” The plan was, the four of us were going to share the fries.
Naturally, when a second waiter brought us food, I got no fries. I asked the second waiter, then the first waitress came back. “Is there a problem?” “Yeah, I wanted fries.” “You said you wanted salad.” “Yeah, WITH the fries.” “Well, I have to charge you extra.” “Yeah, sure. Fine.” Heavens to Betsy the fries come out and I won’t pay for the fifty cents worth of fried potato. Are people in Montclair that cheap that it’s a constant problem? We got the distinct impression the rest of the wait staff was covering for her. There were a few other mistakes and she just took forever. My father in-law generously tipped her 20%, but I wouldn’t have gone higher than 10%. That woman clearly is new or doesn’t want to be a waitress.
Raymond’s is great as long as you don’t get our server. I give it 7 out of 10 keggers.
If your birthday is this week: Bernie Sanders shows up to the bar to buy you and your friends drinks, then insists the government pay the tab.
Aries: The stars say, stop using “Brexit” as a verb.
Taurus: You will punch some kind of a farm animal in a fit of rage and because it beat you in Stratego.
Gemini: This week, pay homage to the previous generation by digging up their graves and defiling their corpses just like they did to the generation before that.
Lemini: You’ll be called a “racist” for your political views and because you keep dressing up like a ghost.
Cancer: You’ll be recruited to the Philadelphia Sixers after successfully identifying a basketball.
Leo: Peter Dinklage will pick your pocket as he rides by on his razor scooter.
Virgo: The animals in your lab get super smart and demand James Franco star in a movie with them.
Libra: Your pet gorilla shaves himself and gets a job working for the Trump campaign.
Scorpio: You will make sweet love to a robot, but afterwards it automatically calls you on your cellphone ever .2 seconds.
Sagittarius: Clean out your fridge. Seriously.
Capricorn: Your Russian mail-order bride comes damaged in the mail, so all she does is limp around in circles in your living room.
Aquarius: Your GPS might be trying to kill you by making you drive into dangerous neighborhoods and spelling out racial slurs in Morse Code using your car’s horn.
Pisces: You’ll correctly predict the ending of Game of Thrones and ruin the show for yourself.