Quinn unleashes his agenda on the audience like a bat to the face. A former commodities broker with a nomadic upbringing he's a student of the world, traveling to more than thirty countries and living in 17 states including every state in New England. He’s been in at least five 6.0+ Earthquakes, two of them while completely naked. He’s been a near victim of a Suicide bombing in Colombo Sri Lanka and cannot stand the taste of cilantro. He is an avid outdoorsman who owns his own machete’. His political savvy is championed only by his desire to breathe the word of the people. He makes a heck of a pitcher of mental Kool-aid and loves to drink it himself. He likes sky surfing, shucking corn, grilling, eagles, (but not grilling eagles) bags of candy, The Beastie Boys, special-ops, eating raw fish, conspiracy theory, light wresting, waves, great literature, hauling sand, Lubrication, earning his downhill, bass, laughter, tears, waxing philosophically, wrangling cattle, horses & cock-fighting. Quinn will never live a "Normal" existence and is perfectly happy with that. His only father figure told him to be a crab fisherman and his grandfather used him to smuggle precious Gemstones into the country. With unconditional love he gains super powers that are of such great intensity that he can spin the earth on the tip of his finger right in front of you. He likes to laugh, wax philosophical and make out.
New England born, product of guts and hard work he takes his lunch pail attitude to the air like every show is his last (on more than one occasion it has been!) To say that he’s a modern day philosopher isn’t fair... There’s no definition for his prophetic views of this world. You only need to sit and have a beer with the guy to realize that he’s been taught by the great professors like Johnny Cash and Steve Earle. He’ll tell you that “Everyone Can find a song for every time they’ve lost, and every time they’ve won” Cantara lives vicariously through the common man, carrying their lives on his shoulders like an iron-willed sherpa ascending the Hillary step. The man is a rock of a human being. Saying he’s steadfast in his convictions is an understatement, Cantara has the sensitivity of a Navy Seal, but you wouldn’t know it when you see him as a father or a husband. Known for delivering sage wisdom while channeling the lyrics of great songwriters he’s been accused of invoking tears in the recipients eyes. He loves to cook, makes a helluva Graham Cracker crusted spinach quiche and if you’re ever lucky enough to try his homemade soup then you will die happy.
--The Daytona 500 was yesterday afternoon, followed by the Oscars in primetime:
. . . Or, as gay rednecks called it: THE BEST DAY EVER!
. . . I once knew a gay redneck. He was very conflicted. One day he cut himself shaving . . . then had himself arrested for a hate crime.
--Did you watch "The Academy Awards"? Twenty minutes in I was thinking I'd rather be in the stands at the Daytona 500. (--Too soon?)
--Last night was the 85th Academy Awards. But it felt so long I think it should also count as the 86th, 87th and 88th.
--Seth MacFarlane opened the Oscars with a joke about trying to make Tommy Lee Jones laugh. The good news: Tommy Lee Jones laughed. The bad: nobody else did. The rest of the night.
--This year's Oscar gift bag is worth over $45,000. But remember, the recipients had to sit through the Oscars. So they earned it.
--A big congrats to all the winners . . . and anyone who properly pronounced Quvenzhane Wallis' (--pronounced "Kwuh-VEN-ja-nay WALL-iss") name.
--Jennifer Lawrence got a standing ovation after she fell on the way to the podium. Why? Because Hollywood is full of people who love to MOCK YOU! Sorry. Bitter.
--Daniel Day-Lewis won his third Best Actor Oscar. Which sounds impressive. But remember, that's only three more than Rob Schneider.
--Tommy Lee Jones lost for Best Supporting Actor. Tommy Lee Jones was almost as unhappy about the loss as he is about everything else.
--George Clooney and Ben Affleck showed up to last night's ceremony with beards. Thanks to his wife, so did Hugh Jackman.
--Barbra Streisand performed during the In Memoriam segment. And it was quite a bold move by Streisand to tempt fate like that.
--Anne Hathaway described her Oscar dress as "business in the front, party in the back." And, I'm willing to bet, "nothing underneath."
--Ang Lee delivered a portion of his acceptance speech for Best Director in his native Taiwanese language. And yet he was still more understandable than Quentin Tarantino's.
--Michelle Obama made a surprise remote appearance to present the Oscar for Best Picture. So the Oscar went to . . . healthy after-school snacks!
--Michelle Obama announced the winner for Best Picture live from The White House. Her husband couldn't join her because, you know, there's golf to play.
--The Oscar for Best Sound Editing was a tie between "Zero Dark Thirty" and "Skyfall":
. . . It marks the first time in sound editing history this has ever happened. You know, anyone giving a crap about sound editing.
. . . The editors of both films also tied for longest age-inappropriate blond hair on a guy, too.
--Jennifer Hudson performed "And I'm Telling You" from "Dreamgirls". Afterwards, she received a standing ovation. Not because she did well. Because she wasn't Seth MacFarlane.
--The president of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences announced it was opening a museum. It will honor all the unforgettable moments in Oscar history. So, it will be empty.
--Seth MacFarlane ended the Oscars by singing a duet with Alvin from "Alvin & The Chipmunks". What do you mean, "That was Kristin Chenoweth"?!?