A Montreal-based website is offering college students the chance to have their essay penned by a real-life unemployed college professor in exchange for cash.
Not surprisingly, unemployedprofessors.com is ruffling more than few academic feathers, with many seeing its service as highly unethical.
But the site makes no effort to hide its less-than-educational approach to education.
“Isn’t it really unethical for you to be writing these essays for cash?” asks one of the questions on the site’s FAQ. “Incredibly so,” the site responds, “and because the academic system is already so corrupt, we’re totally cool with that. We even all have matching tweed t-shirts.”
The site, which currently employs some 30 professors, lets students submit project guidelines and has its stable of professors bid for the essay.
“The idea that it could be legitimate for any professor to sell their brain, when they know better than anyone that papers are assigned for students to learn,” Concordia University associate dean of academic services Catherine Bolton told Postmedia News. “There are for sure teaching assistants and graduate students who do this, but professors?
Yo I’ve made probably $8,000 in my life writing papers for people and I’ve never been a college professor. Good for these mugs. Fuck the system. It’s a joke. Your college degree doesn’t guarantee you shit. Your GPA doesn’t matter. You’re more likely to get a job cause you smoked mad mook with the homie on your floor who’s dad happens to be a VP at a Fortune 500.
PS. School does matter for some people tho. You wanna be a doctor, lawyer or scientist? Then get your fucking GPA up. Other then that? Make sure you fucking learn how to read, write and socialize with random completely different fiends better.
If you’re not from the Tri-State area or a diehard sports fan, you won’t realize how funny this shit is but this shit is fucking hysterical. I grew up listening to sports radio. It was the only way I could fall asleep at night. I’ve always thought that I belonged on the radio talking my shit. It’s the best job ever. I talk shit about sports all day everyday for free. Mike Francesa is like the biggest caricature of sports radio, he just talks his shit, no facts nothing to back up his statements other then his swag. GET ME THIS JOB. SOMEONE GET ME THIS JOB.
PS. Zay sent me this yesterday and I didn’t peep till just now so shout out to that russian motherfucker.
The Entourage bad boys are almost back. Exactly one year ago, the HBO series ended its eighth and final season with soap opera schmaltz but also a Hollywood cliffhanger: agent Ari Gold as a newly minted studio mogul. That obviously set up the movie which Entourage creator Doug Ellin wanted to write one day. Well, I can now report that’s sooner rather than later: Ellin is on page 110 of his screenplay and “gonna finish by Sunday (I pray)”, he emails me. Ellin notes that no one wants to see the movie greenlighted by HBO more than the series’ WME packaging agent Ari Emanuel (the prototype for Gold) and executive producers Mark Wahlberg and Steven Levinson. Ellin says that Wahlberg keeps promising “to kill me if I don’t write faster. Every time I see him, Mark says, ‘I’ve made 5 movies this year. Get going!”
Ellin explains that he first needed time off after spending “10 years of my life” on the TV series that premiered on HBO in 2004. In the meantime, Ellin is under an overall deal at HBO and continued to develop for the pay cable network. He did an HBO comedy pilot starring Ed Burns that wasn’t picked up. Ellin and his producing partner Jim Lefkowitz also developed another HBO project, the boxing drama Da Brick, with Spike Lee and Mike Tyson and John Ridley. When Ellin got down to penning the Entourage screenplay, he told me he felt “renewed momentum”.
He says his script starts about 6 months after the TV series leaves off. “There are interesting developments about Ari as a studio head, and that’s still the first page for me. But foremost is the friendship between the guys who are still hanging out and going to fun parties, and it continues with the same characters.” Ellin has kept in touch with all the key castmembers: Jeremy Piven (“Ari”), Adrian Grenier (“Vince”), Kevin Dillon (“Drama”), and especially Kevin Connolly (“E”) and Jerry Ferrara (Turtle”) who are two of Ellin’s closest friends. Those Entourage actors have been getting other gigs while HBO has been paying Ellin for the script.
HBO brass Richard Plepler and Michael Lombardo have cautioned publicly that they’ve only heard “a very general pitch” and need to read the completed script and make deals with the cast before deciding to go forward. Ellin is optimistic. “I’m excited. I feel a lot of positive energy,” he tells me. “Everywhere I go, people ask me, ‘Where’s the movie?’”
The Entourage feature will have similar Hollywood send-ups and snark which have been missing from the HBO sked but also from the TV landscape in general. That’s because it’s tough to write a good showbiz sitcom or dramedy or 120-minute motion picture. Certainly Entourage had its ups and downs quality-wise. I was mixed in my assessment over the years, alternately castigating it for not showing the down and dirty Hollywood, and occasionally praising it for less predictability and more realism. But with the Jewish High Holy Days coming, I’ll always recall my favorite Entourage episode: the one that had Ari doing business in the temple aisles during Yom Kippur services. (‘The Return Of The King’ was written by Ellin and Brian Burns.) And I’m grateful to Ellin for replacing Variety with Deadline Hollywood as the showbiz must-read. (That Season 6 scene was a shocker when agent Terence says to Ari Gold, “I’ll fuck Nikki Finke before I let her affect my business decisions.”) In fact, Ellin recently emailed: “I have you in a scene currently. The world wants you on camera!”
The vast majority of Entourage fans want an R-rated movie with an abundance of broads and boobs and cameos by genuine Hollywood bigwigs as well as decent plotting and character arcs. Hopefully, Ellin has written that and more. So it’s worth repeating the warning I posted a year ago, “Goodbye Entourage as a TV series. Now just don’t come back as an embarrassingly lame movie.”
LET’S FUCKING GO.
I don’t care that the show got wack and always worked its way out too perfectly. This is my dream. All I want to do is make it and bring the homies with me. That’s what Entourage is. It’s not the best show ever but it might be my favorite.
2 Chainz used to be Tity Boi and Tity Boi used to be Tauheed Epps of North Clayton High School in College Park, Ga. ESPN threw this up recently when they figured that Tauheed was now riding around and getting it.
Peep the Bankhead Bounce after the buzzer tho.
Like I’ve watched Intervention and seen what Meth does… Even crazier then that was one of the Juniors on the NYU Basketball team was dating a model when I was a young frosh. She was bad as fuck man. Like I was 17 and I was fucking in shock that hoes like this dated NYU students. Then I found out she liked Meth. Then a year later I saw her and she looked like a fucking shell of her once gorgeous self. Meth is real as fuck. I won’t ever do it. I thought about it, only cause I wanna know what drives fiends to throw their lives away, but then I realized that I can’t stop mookin sour and if I can’t stop mookin sour… I’d prolly mook all the meth in the world.
PS. Dr.Phil has the best job in the world. Him and Steve Harvey. They get paid to just talk shit to people. I’m ready ABC. Give me a shot.
I can’t tell if she’s fucking insane or dead on. I’ve had my fair share of super mooked conversations with various fiends about how or iphones are 100% murdering us and now I’m freaking the fuck out. MOTHERFUCKING WAVES OF DATA ARE FLYING AROUND/THRU US ALL DAY EVERYDAY. The WiFi is killing the bees and shit. FUCK WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE.
Zay put me on to Bill Simmons’ blog back in like 2008. I fuck with him cause he’s a relatively normal dude. Loves some pop culture. Thinks he’s way funnier then he is, but is still funny. And he’s a ride or die sports fan. All that being said, he is a blatant NE homer and honestly I can’t be that mad cause I’m a blatant NYC homer. SO I’m gonna stop rambling about this shit and just watch the fucking video. I need some fucking coffee.
I just want to start off with an apology to everyone for our lack of posting last week. I’m truly sorry about that.
I’ve been pretty depressed and going through a tough time. I think it’s similar to the post-Olympic depression Olympic athletes face. I read this article once where they interviewed a whole bunch of Olympic athletes. They were talking about how hard the come down is after the games end. For one month they are the absolute shit. Interviews on every TV show, endorsements, and the whole country’s sweetheart. Then the Olympics end and no one gives a fuck.
I think I’m going through a similar come down from the Tri-State Fiend Triple Crown. I thought I would be ecstatic because I actually did the unthinkable and completed the Triple Crown. All of my fiending and not sleeping over the last year was just practice for this moment. My moment came and I couldn’t have performed better. But instead of being proud of my fiend accomplishments, I just found myself nostalgic for the fiend summer that concluded.
If you don’t know what the Tri-State Fiend Triple Crown is, that’s okay because I just invented that shit like a week ago. Basically the Tri-State Fiend Triple Crown consists of the following legs during Labor Day Weekend:
LEG #1: Jersey Shore
LEG #2: Rock the Bells
LEG #3: Electric Zoo
The Tri-State Fiend Triple Crown: Completed
Seriously how the fuck am I supposed to come back to real life after that shit? How can you mix that much alcohol, mook, sexy bitches (of every race and some mixes I didn’t know existed), yams, molly, rolls, hoes, money, rappers, EDM, lights, special K, DJs, and of course all the crazy ass fiends out there, and ever expect to be normal again? I was so caught up in IF I COULD actually complete the The Tri-State Fiend Triple Crown, I never stopped to think IF I SHOULD.
Because I honestly think I did some permanent brain damage this weekend. At the very least all my children are going to be mentally retarded. I’ve been having Triple Crown flashbacks the last few days. I’ll be walking up 2nd avenue and a truck will honk its horn and I’ll immediately fist pump thinking I’m in DJais. I’ll take a mook nap and Cole will come on my radio alarm and I’ll wake up thinking I’m at rock the bells. I don’t even wanna talk about my Ezoo flashbacks, those shits are more like night terrors.
So I think I was just ridiculously hung over and really depressed that the summer and Triple Crown was all over. Shit was really effecting me, I was just moping around the last week or so.
Then came my birthday party last weekend; #Wave25: 25 and Still Mookin’. That was exactly what I needed. The level of fiending that took place at my birthday may have exceeded everything that went on during the The Tri-State Fiend Triple Crown. It was only around 1am when I realized how fucked up everyone was at my party and I looked over and saw fiends snorting special K in the middle of the club. It was that touching moment that made me realize that the summer may be over, but the fun and fiending will never end. This whole year wasn’t preparation for the Tri-State Fiend Triple Crown, FIENDING IS A YEAR ROUND SPORT.
And now, we have officially entered FIEND FALL. Instead of being depressed about the end of the summer, I couldn’t be more focused for Fiend Fall. So while I still want to offer my deepest apologizes for the SMF absence, I can offer you guys a promise that the rest of the year is only going to get more fiended than ever before.
This is our year. The year of the fiend. And I’m back baby.