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And, thankfully for many Germans who put much stock in what I think, I do not. Weird story, though. Of all the deathbed confessions.
What's weird is that the robot voice doesn't have a British accent.
What's interesting is that there is a Stairway to Heaven (Zeppelin, Led), but it also on Earth (Carlisle, Belinda). And yet, Los Lonely Boys aren't sure how far it is (Lonely Boys, Los). I think Kirk Cameron may need to run a conference of some sort to work all of this out.
Well, leave it to Kirk "This banana proves there is a god" Cameron, anyway. What I respect is that he brings up John Lennon, great scientist of our age. That is helpful. Why Stephen Hawking doesn't have other pop singers peer review his thoughts before he expresses them, I'll never know.
I think I know everything I need to know about this movie, and the world in general, from the still shot that appears before one hits play on the video (dumb person alert - what are those called? Thumbnails? That doesn't seem right, they are too big). Chubby guy scolding a gorilla in a too small t-shirt. Sums it up.
Red Lobster for the win! Seriously, that restaurant will outlive us all. The cockroaches at the end of the world will be dining on cheddar biscuits.
How does someone "discover" that they are a Nazi? It's not, like, oh, I just found out my great-great-grandfather was half Portugese. I do not know what that means. Or is this one of those things where people try to say that Nazism isn't just about hating Jews? Like when people with Confederate flags on their front lawn insist they're just big proponents of cotillions and states' rights? He's really just a socialist with bad taste in moustaches?
Aw. Who'd have thought that, out of the Idle Hands crew, he'd be the least famous one 12 years later? Oh. Everyone? Hrm. I also liked that guy who was the lead in PCU. How's he doing these days? .... I suppose I'll put the kibosh on Olivececile Predicts the Stars, LLC. Sell your stock while you can.
I pretty much love the first one, due in large part to a raging Ali Larter girlcrush. There's something about the blandness of Devon Sawa that soothes my soul. Does this one have Devon Sawa or Ali Larter? Cause if not, it's just a bunch of 20-something teens getting their faces ripped off by a Tilt-a-Whirl.
Oh geez. I just got my hair done like Posh's yesterday, and now I have to get hit by a car? Keeping up with the Beckhams is a full time job, y'all. Seriously, though, I hope he didn't injure his leg. Those corners can't kick themselves!
Aw, I was the right age to have a bit of a 'my prince will come' crush on him in my teens. But now his once-nerdy brother is all rakishly handsome (if sort of creepy), while Will looks like an aging insurance salesman. I mean, who am I kidding, he's still good-looking. But the handsome prince ship sailed a while back.
I don't think you should be allowed to play Sherlock and the Doctor. You'd be hoarding all the Englishness. There'd be no more Englishness for anyone else. The Queen would have to be become Dutch.
Or, you could watch a sport that's actually happening, and enjoy the NHL semifinals on Saturday! ...Crickets... (It saddens me on a regular basis that TIVO doesn't put Hockey up at the top of the list of sports, with NASCAR and Golf. You have to scroll down past Bodysurfing and Gaelic Lumber Sports to get to Hockey.)
They're making more! Martin Freeman got the production of the fricking Hobbit to work around his adorable sidekick schedule. Yay! Also, if you can, see Benedict Cumberbuns in Frankenstein.
Well, it's like when a kid is learning to ride a bike. She has to fall sometimes, otherwise she's not really trying, right? You have to take some risks, not be afraid to fall down once, or twice, or even three times... Oh, what's that you say? It's nothing like a child falling off a bike and instead is like a grown man driving businesses into the ground and risking the financial futures of thousands of employees and entire segments of the economy? Oh. Well. Hmm.
7.1 the book is, honestly, a bit boring, what with all the tromping around the woods for ever. The movie is more interesting simply by virtue of the fact that you can see them doing it (and Nick Cave). I did miss Lee Jordan's radio broadcasts, though. Boy, do Iove Harry Potter. It took me until my boyfriend wanted to see them to care one bit for the movies, but after watching them all in the span of a couple months, I'm glad I did. That little Radcliffe boy is a good actor.
I remember taking part in a bit of bullying during chorus (chorus!) and in an odd way it did change me. There was never any physical component and it was basically bullying at the level of making fun of someone's name over and over, like the grown man who sits in front of me at MLS games and calls out to the goalies. After middle school was finally, finally over, I thought back on that time and felt a huge amount of shame for being part of something like that, especially because I wasn't exactly immune to being picked on myself. I get that picking on and bullying aren't exactly the same thing, although one can certainly lead to the other. And it's not like that girl feels great because my poor treatment of her made me a more sensitive person eventually. But it did, so I've at least taken that small bit of goodness from a wholly unpleasant situation.
We also teach women (hell, women teach themselves) self-defense, right? Because if we waited around for society to catch up with decency, we'd be in a bunch of trouble. So, I guess we need both, right? Teach kids not to bully, but also teach kids who are targets for bullying some methods for maybe stopping it. Do I win the most obvious statement award?
Tons of this. I remember some bullies when I was a kid, but they didn't come home with me, and I didn't have to see them all summer or any weekends. Youth, idyllic. I also don't recall any bullying after middle school, whereas now it appears that kids are bullied all the way up until they flip the tassel on their mortarboard (which is just crazy. I mean, the kids who would have been bullying at my school were way too wrapped up in their own drama to pay attention to anyone else by the time we got to high school. What happened to good old fashioned ignoring people you think you're better than, am I right?) Technology has changed bullying in some major ways that aren't just an issue of degree. And I think kids trying to be themselves when being themselves means being gay is more prevalent now too. When I was a kid people basically just stayed in the closet until college, and I think more kids now are trying to not do that. Which is freaking awesome, but then, bullying.
I actually think Bogus Journey is a lot better than Excellent Adventure. Which means this threequel will be so awesome it will be hard to look upon. (Seriously, you all jest, but I hope this happens. Not Gabe's sad old person version, though. Sorry, Gabe.)
I have never lived as far away from a carton of milk as that little boy. He literally had to cross over scary railroad tracks to find a convenience store. Is this Seattle or deepest Appalachia?
I take it you missed the FNL finale.
I can't figure out who this show is for. The Good Wife is on the bubble because, while a lot of people watch it, too many of them are old enough to legally buy beer and thus useless to marketers (or something like that). So NBC decides to create a show based around Paul Reiser? I'm not saying I want to see Bam Margera: A Closer Look or anything, but Mad About You makes Everybody Loves Raymond feel hip and relevant. Also, format: is this show supposed to grab that chunk of the audience that is intrigued by Curb Your Enthusiasm but can't handle the edginess? Do such people exist? I'm concerned only because NBC's exciting new slate of pilots includes this: A Mann's World. Don Johnson plays an aging heterosexual struggling to keep his edge as a Beverly Hills hairdresser. So, I'm worried about NBC, is the point.
This is not intended to be a factual statement. #NotIntendedToBeAFactualStatement
I haven't been able to watch the videos yet, because, work. (Seriously, my boss is like, "if you watch one more Ashton-Kutcher-related ironic PSA, you're fired!" It's like a Dilbert cartoon up in here.) However, it seems likely to me that these ads aren't really for people who might engage in child slavery. Because those people are lost causes and should probably be chemically castrated in a public forum of some sort? I would think the idea would be to get other people interested in becoming more informed and outspoken about it. Now, why that has to be done in the form of an ironic PSA is anyone's guess. But if it actually works, then great, ends justify means 110%. But the idea of "making a rational argument against buying underage girls for sex" seems even sillier to me than this. Who needs to hear that rational argument? Are any of you like "Hey, I have no interest in buying children, but I'm not, like, AGAINST it." No. You are all "Ew. ew ew ew ew ew." The rational argument train has left the station on this one, and we all got on it and are playing baccarat in the club car. This kind of thing is just to remind people that this kind of thing still goes on, a lot. (That said, if I get home and watch these videos and it is Drake trying to convince pedophiles to just chill it out with the predatory behavior, I will drown myself in my sink.)
Oh, man, this is like some Romeo and Juliet stuff. Star-crossed lovers kept apart by the unfairness of small breasts. I really hope that champagne isn't poisoned.
Sky Croissant and the World of Tamari Grated Exp-Egg-tations
Did you guys ever do that thing where the person you're talking about walks over and you say "and that's how a bill becomes a law!" to throw them off the gossip scent? Anthony Weiner would be awesome at that.
So lucky. I'd let him crash my sports car through a glass garage, if you know what I mean.
Walking Dead is the walking dead.
Well, they didn't want to go home because the cops were there going through all their stuff. And then the one kid asked, and they decided it was time. I actually liked the stuff with the parents, and thought the actors were great. Establishing them as a lovey-dovey couple mattered because you know this is going to take a toll on the relationship, and we only had a few scenes in which to get the sense that, pre-death, they were a happy, functional couple with a really shitty dishwasher. And, what's the perfect time to tell your young kids that their sister is dead? I mean, it's easy to say "right away," but I know I'd be thinking, well, maybe I should let them have one more normal day, maybe they should get to go to school once more thinking everything's all right. Obviously you want to wait until after you identify the body in case it's not her, and by then they're asleep, and then you don't want to wake them up with that news...it could easily get drawn out. That made sense to me.
To be fair (and I do like to be fair, because I am almost a Libra. Just, like, two astrological signs away) when the boss initially assigned it to her, it was just a sweater in a field. Then she tries to dump it on sex crimes, but her partner's all "I love bloody sweaters, they're my fave." so they stick with it a little. Then it becomes a full on dead teenager in a councilman's trunk, and there's no way you leave that to the sketchy guy with the untrimmed moos-tache, so the boss forces her to stay on, because men don't have any idea how hard it is to plan a wedding. I'm not sure what it adds to the story exactly, except that it gives the cop a slightly different perspective. She's not just showing up to work every day as she normally would, she's actively trying to leave. But then, maybe she's not trying actively enough, because she has cold feet and her son's way too old for bouncy houses and she's real po-lice. What I wonder is if she's going to get paid to only work on this case. Wouldn't most detectives have multiple cases going on at once?
Oh, I would love a reason to break out the Gold Box. But only if we can all agree that Audrey is the cooooooolest.
I just want to be able to admit that I've been humming the acoustic version of "Pony" to myself all day without dying a little inside. There, I did it. This was very helpful.
On the way to work today, I told my boyfriend, "Don't prank me. I don't like it." and he laughed in a very untrustworthy way, so now the prank is that I'm spending my whole day worrying about pranks when he in all likelihood did not prank me. I hate April Fools Day. In Gabe's honor I will pledge to leave all other people's pants securely fastened around their waists, to only offer people jars of snack food that have been thoroughly searched for springy snakes and other creatures, and refrain from moving anyone's desk into the closet.
Aw, I sort of feel bad for my friend, then, who eventually fell in very sweet love and moved himself and all his cowboy hats to the big MT - probably right around 2005, actually. What a disappointment for him.
According to TPM (I don't know what that is), Sean Duffy has among his debt the following: "Here's a rundown of Duffy's finances, from the 2009 disclosure form he had to file with the government: his family of 7 (wife plus six kids) is carrying between $250,000 and $500,000 in mortgage debt; between $50,000-$100,000 in student loans; between $15,000-$50,000 in credit card debt; and between $100,000-$250,000 in debt related to the family vacation home, a cabin not too far from his primary residence in Wisconsin." So, here's a thought. Don't have six kids. Don't buy a vacation home. Cut up your credit cards. Can't do anything about the first one now, of course, but the other two are within your control, Mr. Duffy. Live like us little people who don't even make $150,000 a year (or $100,000, or $70,000...I won't go on, it might be too upsetting.)
That is awesome. I love that he starts it off all "well, if you insist on getting into it, I guess I could make some off-the-cuff remarks" and then goes all Speechmaster 5000 on whomever's behind. Way to go Soggy Sweat!
Ugh, while I in no way support drunk driving at all, I could almost respect the ideology (as I understand it*) of Montana politics if it were consistently applied. But how do you legalize drunk driving and criminalize gay sex? What kind of crazy brain does that take? *Just to be clear, I don't support any laws to make drunk driving illegal. However, I used to know this great old dude who longed to move to Montana because he was reallllly libertarian, and he liked not having helmet laws and the such (it's my body, I can destroy it if I want to). As he explained it to me, drunk driving is not legal in Montana, but drinking while driving is. If you are pulled over with an open container, you are golden, as long as you are not drunk. I can sort of respect this as an abstractly good idea, even though in practice it sounds like Nightmare Town. But if you are for those things, you have to be for letting consenting adults do whatever drugs they want and have sex with whatever other consenting adults they want to, in whatever way they choose, as long as it doesn't infringe on your rights. So, no coming over to my house and getting freaky in front of my TV while I'm trying to watch The Good Wife, but otherwise, go with god, my friend. (Hmm, I don't think my footnote should be longer than my post proper. I must be doing this wrong.)
And Luscious Jackson playing my freaking school dance!