<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12678795</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:12:18.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Punched in the Face</title><subtitle type='html'>Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Cinema.

(with pictures illustrated by Michael Angelo Ferraro)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike Ferraro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516223380150175982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5578/320/punch.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12678795.post-113207473695185080</id><published>2005-11-15T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T12:24:32.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Worlds is a really smart movie.</title><summary type='text'>Oh my. Next week, store will flood their shelves with the DVD release of Steven Spielberg's War of the Worlds, a film that may very well be his Gigli much more than 1941    You must see this film. It begins as a monument of idiocy - watch Tom Cruise as he moves boxes around a shipping yard faster than any man that has ever lived and he drives 88mph on every block he travels and he takes up both </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/feeds/113207473695185080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12678795&amp;postID=113207473695185080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/113207473695185080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/113207473695185080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/2005/11/war-of-worlds-is-really-smart-movie.html' title='War of the Worlds is a really smart movie.'/><author><name>Mike Ferraro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516223380150175982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5578/320/punch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12678795.post-113173027828016426</id><published>2005-11-11T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T12:31:31.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Norris will slash you in two.</title><summary type='text'>Is it possible to get better than this? Nope. It sure isn't.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/feeds/113173027828016426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12678795&amp;postID=113173027828016426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/113173027828016426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/113173027828016426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/2005/11/chuck-norris-will-slash-you-in-two.html' title='Chuck Norris will slash you in two.'/><author><name>Mike Ferraro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516223380150175982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5578/320/punch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12678795.post-113133508890169081</id><published>2005-11-06T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T09:39:53.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Voicemail will take a message for you.</title><summary type='text'>Oh, the humanity. Say you're watching Spike TV. It's obvious that you are watching a cable channel, right? So, if you are indeed watching a cable channel, it's obvious that you probably have cable. If it's obvious that you're watching a cable channel, via the connection of a cable company, why do these said cable companies insist on polluting commercial breaks with their own advertisements trying</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/feeds/113133508890169081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12678795&amp;postID=113133508890169081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/113133508890169081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/113133508890169081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/2005/11/voicemail-will-take-message-for-you.html' title='Voicemail will take a message for you.'/><author><name>Mike Ferraro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516223380150175982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5578/320/punch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12678795.post-113104011606134049</id><published>2005-11-03T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T15:01:02.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day of the Revenge of the Sith</title><summary type='text'>Look at these people... look at them. Is that you? Are you one of these people? Good, then kill yourself for me, would you? It'd make me smile.This picture was taken at a midnight screening of Sith the day it was released. People get so amped. Did they not see the previous one?"But dude, why were you there if you're so positive it was gonna suck?" I had to be sure. And while it didn't suck all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/feeds/113104011606134049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12678795&amp;postID=113104011606134049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/113104011606134049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/113104011606134049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-of-revenge-of-sith.html' title='The Day of the Revenge of the Sith'/><author><name>Mike Ferraro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516223380150175982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5578/320/punch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12678795.post-113095647556933321</id><published>2005-11-02T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:34:35.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Jesus on a Saturday night...</title><summary type='text'>I'll post something cinema related soon, I swear, but I just had to tell this story.A few weeks ago, I found myself heading downtown to meet some friends for drinks. It was a Saturday night. I arrived at about 11:00pm, when I noticed something on the street that seemed a little... off.I found a kid standing amongst a crowd of Jesus spreaders, holding a sign and looking miserable. He must have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/feeds/113095647556933321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12678795&amp;postID=113095647556933321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/113095647556933321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/113095647556933321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/2005/11/looking-for-jesus-on-saturday-night.html' title='Looking for Jesus on a Saturday night...'/><author><name>Mike Ferraro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516223380150175982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5578/320/punch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12678795.post-113095213466392578</id><published>2005-11-02T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T12:22:14.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Carlos and the Giant Snake</title><summary type='text'>This is Fat Carlos. He is a snake wrangler. He likes french fries. Things were going well for Carlos. Today, however, things were not so good. The snake, tired of being wrangled, finally decided to do something about his evil master...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/feeds/113095213466392578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12678795&amp;postID=113095213466392578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/113095213466392578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/113095213466392578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/2005/11/fat-carlos-and-giant-snake.html' title='Fat Carlos and the Giant Snake'/><author><name>Mike Ferraro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516223380150175982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5578/320/punch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12678795.post-111712250937919748</id><published>2005-05-26T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T11:23:13.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Los Angeles,</title><summary type='text'>How have you been? Me? I've been pretty good. There is a part of me that is trying really hard to get a job in your city, so I can finally leave this wretched land I live in. That land, happens to be Orlando.I hear you and Orlando used to be real close, but that something happened to make you guys hate each other. What was it? Actually, I don't blame you for hating Orlando. I do too. Our lack of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/feeds/111712250937919748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12678795&amp;postID=111712250937919748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/111712250937919748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/111712250937919748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/2005/05/dear-los-angeles.html' title='Dear Los Angeles,'/><author><name>Mike Ferraro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516223380150175982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5578/320/punch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12678795.post-111564652152965234</id><published>2005-05-09T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T12:56:15.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Empire Strikes Rant.</title><summary type='text'>George Walton Lucas Jr. I know, I know. "Shut the fuck up about Star Wars already man!" I can't help it. I have to rant and rave about it because no one else seems to be doing it. In fact, no one complains about anything anymore, what is everyone's problem?I never felt the urge to mention this before, but I will now. Prior to yesterday, 5/8/2005, I never saw a "Special Edition" Star Wars film. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/feeds/111564652152965234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12678795&amp;postID=111564652152965234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/111564652152965234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/111564652152965234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/2005/05/empire-strikes-rant.html' title='The Empire Strikes Rant.'/><author><name>Mike Ferraro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516223380150175982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5578/320/punch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12678795.post-111539088869018740</id><published>2005-05-06T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T20:16:50.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest bad movie ever.</title><summary type='text'>Paul William Walker IV in 2 Fast 2 Furious (illustrated by Michael Angelo Ferraro I) ."Come on, man. Guns, murderers and crooked cops? I was made for this, bro." - Roman, played by Tyrese, in John Singleton's excellently bad masterpiece, 2 Fast 2 Furious.I was dragged by some friends into seeing the original The Fast and the Furious in the theaters. I was scared, for obvious reasons, but Vin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/feeds/111539088869018740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12678795&amp;postID=111539088869018740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/111539088869018740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/111539088869018740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/2005/05/greatest-bad-movie-ever.html' title='The greatest bad movie ever.'/><author><name>Mike Ferraro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516223380150175982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5578/320/punch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12678795.post-111532125907526903</id><published>2005-05-05T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:02:28.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I was duped into thinking I won $1000.</title><summary type='text'>The past month has been a pretty exciting time for me. My friends have a couple rental properties here in Orlando, and this one in particular, is in a ghetto downtown. My friend calls me, "Hey dude, can you go and pick up rent for me? I'll be out of town." Sure, I can do it.I go to the ghetto. I knock on the screen door that protects the front door, and a woman answers the door with a moo-moo on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/feeds/111532125907526903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12678795&amp;postID=111532125907526903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/111532125907526903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/111532125907526903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-i-was-duped-into-thinking-i-won.html' title='How I was duped into thinking I won $1000.'/><author><name>Mike Ferraro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516223380150175982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5578/320/punch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12678795.post-111532196850380332</id><published>2005-05-04T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T14:07:04.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars fans and the lies they tell themselves.</title><summary type='text'>Vader. Before Hayden and fat flannel Lucas raped him.How much more needs to be said about Star Wars? Everyone hates the new ones, everyone loves the old ones. Everyone, except the die-hards.I used to be a die-hard. About 10 years ago, I could have told you every character name ever, no matter how small. While those days are long gone, perhaps I still am a bit of a die-hard - I am one of the four </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/feeds/111532196850380332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12678795&amp;postID=111532196850380332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/111532196850380332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12678795/posts/default/111532196850380332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punchedface.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-fans-and-lies-they-tell.html' title='Star Wars fans and the lies they tell themselves.'/><author><name>Mike Ferraro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516223380150175982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/5578/320/punch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
