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| My 3rd Annual Oscar Recap |
| 02.24.09 (1:37 pm) [edit] |
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The 81st annual Academy Awards ceremony kicked off live from Hollywood, so suffice it to say, it is time for their 3rd annual kick in their crotch from me. Selected to host this year was People magazine's sexiest man of the moment, Aussie, Aussie, Aussie! Coy Boy Toy!...Hugh Jackman. He brought a bit of Broadway to the Oscars, opening the show with a song and dance routine to pay tribute to the movies nominated for Best Feature with a little help from Anne Hathaway, and then later teaming up with Beyonce Knowles and members of the casts of Mamma Mia and the High School Musical films. And still millions watched. Slow TV night, I guess.
I'll begin with the fashion critique for this year...
When you hear them ask, "Who are you wearing?" on the red carpet, about the last thing you would like to hear in response is "Mickey Rooney".
"The official results are in...we are dorks!"
Here we found Danny Glover returning from doing a line of coke in the restroom.
Lisa Rinna just had to feel for herself...yes, Joey Fatone is literally the fat one from 'NSync.
Speaking of fat ones, it looks like Dev Patel and his friend smoked one in the limo en route.
Here is a novelty for this year...an on-line picture of a fully dressed Vanessa Hudgens.
Miley Cyrus was ripe to be peeled.
Heidi Klum threw something together with some leftover Christmas bunting.
Glinda the good witch from Oz showed up. Or is it Sarah Jessica Parker?
Tilda "WTF?" Swinton
Freida Pinto looks great, but check out Virginia Madsen (background) looking to see how Oscar measures up.
Amy Adams forgot to remove her bib at dinner time.
Penelope Cruz arrived looking to get married.
Marisa Tomei had the same idea.
Kelly Lynch: actress by day, matador by night.
Ginnifer Goodwin decided that wearing a lamp shade would be a good idea.
Jenny Craig spokesperson Queen Latifah. New slogan: "We sure ain't Slim Fast!"
Jessica Biel: Fresh out of bed, wrapped in her sheets.
Run for your lives! It's the Mummy! No, wait...it's only Taraji P. Henson.
Get out of the water, it's a shark, there is blood everywhere, and it is eating Virginia Madsen!
I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. When do we get to unwrap Amanda Seyfried?
Slumdog Millionaire actors or Pitt-Jolie adoptees?
And now, on with the show...
ZZ Top must have won for Best Song, right? No, this is Ben Stiller (alongside Natalie Portman) stealing the show with his Joaquin Phoenix impersonation.
A.R. Rahman and Gulzar won for best song, Jai Ho which with my limited translation ability to Hindu translates as "I have a whore". Either that or it is what Indian dwarves chant while off to work they go.
In answer to the age old question...who wins a fight when you pit a dog (Bolt), a ninja panda (Kung Fu Panda and a robot (Wall-E) against each other?, we now know the answer is the robot. Wall-E claimed the Oscar for Best Animated Feature.
Not to be confused with Wile E. Still a loser.
No longer under Cruise control, Penelope Cruz took the Best Supporting Actress award for Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Are you paying attention, Katie?
Accepting Heath Ledger's Best Supporting Actor award for his role as The Joker in The Dark Knight on his behalf were his father Kim, mother Sandy and sister Kate. Apparently Heath had a previous engagement. Had he shown up, people might have been a tad freaked out.
Sean Penn scooped the Best Actor prize for his role as assassinated gay official Harvey Milk in Milk. I suppose he owes some thanks to voters for voting for Proposition 8 to ban gay marriage in California in the recent election. But isn't Penn supposed to be a method actor? If he was unwilling to be assassinated in preparation for the role, I really have to question his dedication to his craft. Poseur.
But poor Mickey Rourke. First his dog Loki dies. Then as the favourite to win he loses to Penn. But then this indignity when they delivered him this tux? Well, they do say bad things happen in threes.
Kate Winslet was named Best Actress for her portrayal of a Nazi guard in The Reader. Now how do voters discern which performance to honour from amongst such great ones as provided by Winslet, Meryl Streep, Angelina Jolie, Anne Hathaway and Melissa Leo? Easy...you pick the one who showed her bewbies! Take note for future reference, fellow actresses.
Ummm...not you, Dame Judi Dench.
Slumdog Millionaire seized eight of the ten awards it was nominated for, including Best Picture and Best Director for filmmaker Danny Boyle. For just a few weeks in the slums of Mumbai, Boyle could be the subject the title is in reference to based on the success of the film. Cha-ching!
I know India is a country with a billion residents, but did they really all have to climb onstage to claim the award?
Judging by the applause during the memorial segment, it appears that the audience was happiest to see Paul Newman die. They were also glad to see Charlton Heston, Sydney Pollack and Ricardo Montalban go. Tough crowd.
I must say Jackman did a good job in the limited time he had, so he was able to retract his Wolverine claws and avoid gouging his reputation. In fact, the only time the claws were out on the night was when Jennifer Aniston took to the stage with Angelina Jolie sharing a good laugh with Brad Pitt in the front row.
There you have it. I wish the show would have served up more material to ridicule, but it was actually fairly entertaining, efficiently run, free of controversy, and most of the stars look great. I hope you enjoyed my recap regardless. Thanks for reading. I appreciate any feedback, so pipe up!
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| Beijing Olympics Recap |
| 08.24.08 (4:29 pm) [edit] |
Beijing Olympics Recap
Every four years, an event occurs that is so historic, so momentous, so unparalleled, so anticipated by millions of people, that it must be marked for posterity. It's not what you're thinking. I do blog more often than once every four years,believe it or not. I was actually referring to the summer Olympics, and you're in for a treat as I provide observations in my unique way. So without further ado, I bequeath to you my 2008 Beijing Olympic Recap...
On 08/08/08, the 29th Olympic Summer Games opening ceremonies commenced in Beijing, China.
Temperatures in the National Stadium, known as the Bird's Nest (above), averaged about 30 degrees Celsius (86 degree Fahrenheit) in advance of opening ceremonies. The official air pollution index for Beijing was at 94, similar to levels of moderate pollution recorded earlier in the week. The WHO recommends levels below 50 for healthy air, while China considers anything above 100 to be harmful to sensitive groups including children and the elderly. Sucks to be them!
Smog was a major concern before the games began, so the opening ceremonies were far from the only thing that was breathtaking in Beijing. China's flag bearer was Yao Ming, seen below escorting a Sichuan earthquake survivor alongside him.
Ok, you survived an earthquake, kid, do you want a medal? Let's see how you fare against the smog! China will be prepared if the natural disaster decathlon is ever added as an Olympic event.
How bad was the smog? Spain's 7' 0" Pau Gasol and 7' 6" Yao were set to lay a beating on the next person to ask, "How's the weather up there?"
Oh no! The Olympic torch set the moon on fire!
No, not really.
The official motto of the games One world, one dream would seem hypocritical in light of China's human rights violations. All this does remind me of something though...
Hmmm...I can't quite put my finger on it.
Oh, yeah! Hitler at the 1936 Munich games.
Like I'm far off base? The military presence was everywhere. Shown below are Chinese soldiers doing a goose-step that would be the envy of any true Nazi.

Another concern before the games was China's sorry history of human rights violations. They are hardly the sole culprit. Saudi Arabia sent an all male athletic contingent (above) after banning women from participating. Surely they believe all people are equal, they'll even tell you as much with a knowing wink.
| Here are athletes from Tibet as nations carry flags into the stadium. | Followed closely by those from the Darfur region of Sudan. |
China is a mysterious land, a veritable Never Never Land in the eyes of many. Oh, children are allowed to grow up, but only if they aren't victims of forced abortions, infanticide or neglect under the government's strict one child only policy. And look, it's Tinkerbell igniting the Olympic torch!
Actually, that was former gymnast Li Ning.
If the opening ceremonies appeared to look too good to be true, they were. Nine-year-old Lin Miaoke's inspirational rendition of Hymn to the Motherland touched the heartstrings of viewers everywhere. Controversy was sparked a few days later when it was discovered that Yang Peiyi, a seven-year-old, actually recorded the song. Ladies and gentlemen, Lin Miaoke, the Milli Vanilli of China! The news of the Beijing lip-synching came amid confirmation that one of the myriad fireworks displays during the opening ceremony, the 29 "footprints" segment (below), was pre-recorded.
29 footprints or one sneaky misstep?
Now, let the games begin!
The Czech Republic's Katerina Emmons secured the first gold medal of the Beijing Games in the women's 10-metre Air Rifle competition, and broke the world record in the process. And what better way to promote the Olympic ideal of friendship among peoples than to award superiority in weaponry? I wonder if Truman was pissed that 1945 wasn't an Olympic year. Thus inspired, a Chinese man stabbed the in-laws of the U.S. Olympic men's volleyball coach, killing one and injuring the other while they visited a Beijing tourist site near the main venue where Olympic competitions began Saturday.
Beach volleyball is my favourite sport. I have a deep appreciation for the precision of the serves, the power behind the spikes, the finesse required for the sets, the bravery behind the blocks, and the effort put into the digs. Who am I kidding??? Dude, it's babes in bikinis!
Questions about the ages of China's gymnasts arose. There were suspicions, fueled by U.S. coach Marta Karolyi, that as much as half the team wasn't the required age of sixteen, but that didn't distract them, including Deng Linlin (center), who turned in a gold-medal-winning performance in Beijing.
In 1976, I had the biggest crush on Nadia Comanechi, who wowed the world with multiple perfect scores of ten. Now, if I had a crush on this year's darling gymnasts, I could anticipate another ten. That is ten to twenty years in the slammer.
So, tell me...when did gymnastics become a circus event for midgets?
U.S. gymnast Alicia Sacramone reacts during the gymnastics Women's Team Final. Her team was in front until her two major miscues on her last two exercises relegated the Americans to second place, allowing China to earn the gold, a crucial swing in the medal race between the two superpowers. I wonder if Sacremone is Italian for choke.
Gold medalist Nicole Cooke of Britain encouraged jokes about British dentistry as she stood on the podium during the medal ceremony for the women's road cycling event.
In the pool, controversy was sparked by the use of Speedo swimsuits, although American Katie Hoff was disappointed with her Beijing results.
Sorry, wrong Hoff, wrong Speedo! But the new Speedo LZR Racer is on the cutting edge of technology, and drastically reduced the times of swimmers.
Right Hoff, right Speedo.
Alain Bernard of France (above) boasted that the French 4x100 freestyle relay team would "smash" their American counterparts, thus ending Michael Phelps quest to win eight gold medals. But as Bernard anchored the final two laps, he inexplicably swam too close to the lane marker, thus allowing American Jason Lezak (left) to draft alongside him during the last several meters, allowing him to propel past and steal victory at the wire. It really was no surprise, because everyone knows it's impossible to swim with your foot firmly planted in your mouth.
Afterwards, Michael Phelps and Garrett Weber-Gale invoked the spirit of another former Olympic star, Johnny Weissmuller.
Michael Phelps must be hell on metal detectors. This guy now has more gold than Fort Knox. The Mandarin word for "eight" sounds similar to the word which means "prosper" or "wealth". In regional dialects the words for "eight" and "fortune" are also similar, so with his quest for eight gold complete, no translation is necessary for cha-ching!
shuang xi symbol meets Ren and Stimpy
There is also a resemblance between two digits, "88", and the shuang xi ('double joy'), a popular decorative design composed of two stylized characters symbolizing 'joy', 'happiness'. So "88 88 88 88...happy, happy, joy, joy times two," Mr. Phelps says!
"Does this gold make my ears look big?"
This Phelps kid has potential if he sticks to swimming.
Rice is a staple of the Chinese diet so it was fitting that Stephanie Rice, a hot dish from Australia, won the gold and set a world record of 2:08.45 in the 200m individual medley.
Malaysia's Tan Boon Heong, (above, right), whacks the shuttle cock between his legs as teammate Koo Kien Keat looks on during their match against Japan's Shintaro Ikeda and Shuichi Sakiamoto in the mens doubles badminton quarterfinals. I repeat, that’s shuttle cock, you pervs. Get your minds out of the gutter!
Some people think of badminton as a sissy sport. Denmark's Peter Gade must wonder whatever could give people that idea?
The equestrian events are proof that man and beast can compete together in a display of beauty, grace, elegance and athleticism.
And then there is Samantha Albert of Jamaica riding a horse named Before I Do It in the Individual Cross Country event.
Spain's basketball team tried to view their experience from their host's perspective.
Venus Williams of the USA reacts during her women's tennis singles quarterfinal match against Li Na of China. Na na na na, Na na na na, Hey, hey, hey, Good-bye!
Arrrr! Spain's Rafael Nadal swashbuckled his way to Olympic glory.
Olga Kaniskina of Russia walks towards the finish line on her way to winning the 20km walk. Race walking. Silly walks belong in Monty Python sketches, not the Olympics. How is walking a sport? Anyone can walk. If couch sitting ever becomes an Olympic event, I have years of training!
Bronze medallist Ara Abrahamian (R) of Sweden throws his medal on the floor during the medal ceremony for the men's 84kg Greco-Roman wrestling competition. Then he picked up his toys and went home.
In the Games' prestige event, the men's 100 meters, Usain Bolt eased up before the finish line and was still able to break the world record in 9.69 seconds, leaving his competition in awe. Usain Bolt? Lightning bolt is more appropriate, for to say he is faster than the speed of light is not much of an exaggeration! (I am sure I am the first person to incorporate such a witty play on words with his name. Really.) Amazingly, he had to beg his coach to add the event to his repertoire. And who says lightning can't strike twice? (Again, another bon mot I'm sure eluded the media types!) On his twenty-second birthday, Usain completed the unprecedented world record breaking sweep by claiming the 200 meter dash. Usain? Insane!
Shelly-Ann Fraser won the women's 100 meters Sunday night in 10.78 seconds to help make these Olympics a sweeping success for the Caribbean island. Fraser was followed across the line, steps later, by teammates Sherone Simpson and Kerron Stewart, who both finished in 10.98 and both collected silvers—giving Jamaica the first sweep of medals in a women's 100 by any nation at any Olympics or world championships. For anyone who likes their women fast, Jamaica is the place to be, mon!
Members of Canadian men's eight team employed a catch and release strategy when it came to coxswain Brian Price.
To keep you abreast of further developments, here is some of the titillating action during the Australia vs. Greece water polo match, and reason why some feel live streaming of video feed from the games is a boo boo. Having this photo of Christina Tsoukala circulating may knock her for a loop and have her bust into tears. Hopefully she has some bosom buddies on her team to console her.
How appropriate that it was a Greek athlete who exposed herself because the original Olympics were created by the gods on Mount Olympus and were held in the nude. The waterpolo photo has me thinking a return to that format is a good idea.
The photo of the medalists from the women's 78 kg+ judo competition?
Meh. Not so much!
Robina Muqimyar of Afghanistan competes in the women's 100m heats during the athletics competitions in the National Stadium. Muqimyar, who in 2004 broke the gender barrier on the Afghan Olympic team, was last in a field of 85 in the women's 100 meters in the rather pedestrian clocking of 14.80, ample time to knit a hajib to cover her head along the way.
Olympic 110 meter hurdles champion and Chinese national hero Liu Xiang was greeted by a deafening roar for what Chinese have called the "biggest competition of the year," but their hopes were crushed when he pulled out due to injury. Could it be that his pulling out had less to do with injury and more to do with the fact that Xiang's world record was broken by Cuban Dayron Robles? Or the fact that the government's stance that everything Liu had accomplished to date was meaningless, and this year's result was all that mattered? The weight of such lofty expectations could make anyone's hammies tighten up in a hurry! Since May 23, Liu had kept himself almost entirely out of public view. With tickets for the heats being scalped for $145-290 U.S., the 90,000 fans in attendance had come to cheer, "Liu!", which soon turned to a more derogatory rhyming chant.
Anna Pavlova was angry with herself for failing to notice the light was still on red when she sprinted up for her disqualified vault in the final, bringing back bad memories of the 2007 world championships where another zero on the apparatus cost Russia the team bronze medal. This time it cost her the individual gold.
Hey, Anna!
 Nyet! |  Da! |  What you missed out on! (gold) |
After finishing a disappointing seventh in the women's 100 meter hurdles, a disconsolate Lolo Jones of the U.S. was still trying to come to terms with the fact that her parents named her Lolo.
It does take a certain amount of bravado to perform the aerial feats necessary to bring home gold on the trampoline. But if balls was the only requirement, my money would have been on the bronze medalist.
Softball has been eliminated as an Olympic sport until at least 2016 due to U.S. domination in the sport.
Here, Yukiko Ueno and Yukiyo Mine of Japan celebrate winning the gold in softball. I repeat, cancelled due to U.S. domination in the sport.
Kim Jong Su of North Korean was stripped of his silver medal Friday in the 50-meter pistol and bronze in the 10-meter air pistol after testing positive for banned substances. Taking roid rage and the fact that this guy is a decorated marksmen, would you want the job of informing him of the International Olympic Committee's decision to strip him of his medals???
Lyudmila Blonska was stripped of her Olympic heptathlon silver medal after she tested positive for the steroid methyltestosterone. Blonska blamed her coach Sergei Blonsky for the positive test. Yes, her coach is also her husband. Something tells me this union won't last.
"That's not the way we perceive being a champion," chief IOC fuddy duddy Belgian Count Jacques Rogge pouted of the Jamaican sprinter. "I have no problem with him doing a show. I think he should show more respect for his competitors and shake hands, give a tap on the shoulder to the other ones immediately after the finish and not make gestures like the one he made in the 100 meters."
Let me get this straight...the old fart remains silent about all the broken promises China made to land these games, and this is the battle he picks? Bolt was a breath of fresh air at these games, is respected and liked by his rivals, and universally adored. Count Jacques Rogge? You suck more than Count Dracula! I think we've found the candidate to inform Kim Jong Su (the Korean marksman) of his disqualification!
Cuba's Angel Valodia Matos kicks the match referee, Sweden's Chakir Chelbat, in the face after being declared the loser in his bronze medal match in the men's taekwondo +80 kilogram class. Matos attacked the official, throwing punches and kicks. Finally, someone tries to make corrupt judging accountable! The taekwondo competition was marred by several protests against calls by judges. I nominate Matos to take over for Rogge as IOC head honcho.
U.S. sprinters dropped the baton in both the men's and women's 4x100 meter relay preliminaries as did the favoured Jamaican women in the finals. Both British foursomes botched exchanges as well. Surely they could parlay their misfortune into gold through the natural endorsement opportunity here...

An interesting footnote to the athletic events: South Africa's Natalie du Toit made history as the first amputee swimmer to compete in an Olympic Games. Russia's Larisa Ilchenko took gold in the women's 10-kilometre marathon swim as du Toit failed to get a leg up on the competition, finishing sixteenth. Yes, I said it!
I love the Olympics. What better way to celebrate goodwill among nations than friendly competition at the highest level conducted with exemplary sportsmanship, as demonstrated when Bulgarian players celebrated their win against Japan in their men's preliminary pool A volleyball match? Well, perhaps that was too friendly for polite company, but you get my drift.

Lest we forget...we saw a lot of goodwill too when Sarajevo hosted the world in 1984. Just a few years later Yugoslavia was a war torn country. So despite the facade put on by China...bullshit politics, bullshit censorship, bullshit propaganda, bullshit ticket scandals, bullshit dissident arrests, etc. lead me to think that instead of dubbing their stadium the Bird's Nest, perhaps a more apt name would have been something else it closely resembles, a bedpan.
So that about wraps it up. Gather up your macs and your wellies and we'll see you in London in 2012, hopefully without the controversy.
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| My 2008 Oscar Recap |
| 02.26.08 (1:35 pm) [edit] |
It is time for my third annual Oscar recap after the 80th edition of the show aired on Sunday evening. Rain in Hollywood prior to the event necessitated the erection of a plastic cover over the red carpet. Believe me, "Joan Rivers getting all wet on the red carpet" are eight words no one wanted to hear. Jon Stewart hosted for the second time in three years. He wasn't awful, and took a few shots at the current administration, but the lack of preparation time due to the writers strike was evident in all facets of the overall production as the night wore on.
I won't come right out and say the production was boring, but as things unfolded, Owen Wilson was once again put on suicide watch. Oh come on! You think that's in poor taste? I can top that...just continue reading.
And the winners are...
Javier Bardem from No Country For Old Men was just happy to be nominated for Best Supporting actor. It was the only way he could convince security he wasn't there to park cars as a valet. But instead, he won. Only in America!
Oh. My. God. Tilda Swinton, Best Supporting actress winner from the movie Michael Clayton donned her Zorro cape and apparently lost a sleeve in a rapier duel, but remained stoic in victory. As for her hair...well, I can only assume she's been cast as a redheaded pixie in a current production.
Ratatouille took the prize for best animated feature. All the competition could say to that is "Rats!"
Ratatouille was not the hottest French dish served up on Sunday evening. That distinction belonged to Marion Cotillard. She was shocked to learn of her win in the Best Actress in a Leading Role category. How much of a surprise was it? Edith Piaf (who Cotillard portrayed in the film La Vie En Rose) rolled over in her grave and inquired, "Who???"
Shocked fellow nominee, Cate Blanchett, turned as pale as a ghost at the spectacle.
Then, with a flip of her tail, Cotillard swam back out to sea.
Daniel Day-Lewis' celebration for being named Best Actor for his role in There Will Be Blood was short-lived, as presenter Helen Mirren promptly bludgeoned him with his Oscar. There will be blood indeed.
Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova snagged Oscars for their song Once from the movie of the same name. Coincidentally, once is more often than anyone should be subjected to songs from the movie, Enchanted, three of which received nominations.
Alex Gibney and Eva Orner won the award for Best Documentary Feature for their film, Taxi To The Dark Side, which dealt with atrocities in dealings with suspected terrorists at Guantanamo Bay in Cuba, and in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Stefan Ruzowitzky accepted for The Counterfeiters, winner of the Best Foreign Language Feature, which was about Nazi war crimes. Some things never change though, so I have no doubt copies of Enchanted are already en route to military prisons to increase the cruelty. Any self-respecting terrorist will fold within minutes now.
The Coen brothers were the big winners of the night for their film No Country For Old Men, winning Writing (Adapted Screenplay), Direction, and Best Picture honours. But any country with the Coen brothers is definitely better off for it. An early indication that they would go far? Fargo. But no country for old men? Really? You'd be hard pressed to convince 98-year old Robert F. Boyle of that. He was presented with a lifetime achievement award for his work in art direction/production design. Unfortunately, many in the audience feared they too might turn ninety-eight before he finished laboring through his acceptance speech.
Word has it that due to a terrible bout of insomnia, Heath Ledger was unable to attend. Ok, that was bad, but you can't say you weren't warned!
Now on to the fashion victims and ridicule...
John Travolta spray painted his scalp black for the occasion.
Cradle robber George Clooney excused himself before leading Sarah Larson to the washroom so she could go potty.
Jane Russell rushed from her clown school class to attend without realizing she had yet to remove all her face paint.
Anne Hathaway managed to raise a few pricks by adorning a vine of roses along her bust line.
Jessica Alba used some strategically placed purple Easter basket liner to nestle two lovely eggs. Who wants to go on an egg hunt besides me? Thank you, Jesus!
Marlee Matlin does some armpit farts for an impressed Steve Guttenberg.
After an epic struggle, this sheet managed to corral Jennifer Hudson's boobs.
Who says Scientologists are nuts? Kelly Preston appears to be normal as she pets her imaginary dog in an attempt to detoxify it of an evil Thetan.
Diablo Cody bagged a leopard for the occasion as her tattoo cheered her on.
Here, the former exotic dancer proves that some old habits die hard.
Every day is Christmas for Nicole Kidman as she drapes herself with tinsel.
Penelope Cruz ruffled a few feathers by killing an ostrich to make her dress, but defiantly felt need to bury her head in the sand.
Pimps or poindexters? I'm not quite sure what look Spike Lee and Wesley Snipes were going for.
Olivia Thirlby payed homage to Gumby.
God, I hate those bloody Geico caveman commercials! No wait, it's Colin Farrell. The poor lad couldn't afford a shampoo and a haircut. He did point out a slippery spot on the floor as he went up to present an award though. Alas, if only something like Dame Judy Dench slipping and falling flat on her ass would have occured to liven things up a bit! So there you have it. It's fitting that violence and death seemed to be a common theme in much of the content you''re reading about here. For these awards were pretty much DOA. Until next year, my friends...
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| And the winner is... |
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Here it is…it’s time for my second annual Oscar recap. Stars gathered Sunday evening for the 79th edition, live from Hollywood, California.
Ellen DeGeneres hosted the swank affair. She did a capable, but not spectacular job, keeping things moving as best she could, although things seemed to DeGenerate somewhat as the evening wore on…and on…and on… Luckily she had enough bits and jokes to last. What? Did you really expect her to play it straight?
Now on to the red carpet for a few fashion victims…
Jennifer Hudson ate a little child before the proceedings and stole his jacket.
A giant moth latched onto Anne Hathaway's chest.
Nicole Kidman failed to learn the lesson from Charlize Theron from last year. Just because you can wear a giant bow on your shoulder doesn't mean you should. I'm sure her alcoholic husband, Keith Urban would have preferred a blue ribbon. Pabst, that is.
Apparently origamists don’t make good fashion designers. And it seems Cameron Diaz just stepped out of a wind tunnel before the event.
She should have worn this hat.
The nineties apparently took their toll on Robert Downey, Jr., seen here giving his impression of a Nick Nolte mug shot.
Not wanting to be stereotyped as a fashion diva after The Devil Wears Prada, Meryl Streep showed up wearing a drab black suit with some bling she bought at the dollar store.
Eva Green stopped in before going to audition for a role as a mummy.
Kelly Preston took the Tarzan and Jane approach by going au naturale and tossing the bra and girdle.
Sally Kirkland hang-glided onto the red carpet.
Penelope Cruz: half human, half llama. Actually, Cruz accidentally ripped the bottom of her dress on her way out and rushed to sew all of her pink bathroom rugs onto it to replace the torn material.
Not to be outdone, Kirsten Dunst glued several toy poodles to the bottom of hers.
It appears Naomi Watts is using duct tape to prevent sagging.
Oh no! The Blob is eating Maggie Gyllenhaal!
Abigail Breslin is too young to sprout breasts, so she sprouted flowers instead. Note to parents: if your Oscar nominated daughter is too young to stay home unattended, you might want to check what they’re wearing when they leave the house.
Queen Latifah stapled together some car mats.
Look! Jada Pinkett-Smith wore an entire dress made out of duct tape.
It’s obvious why Will likes appearing in public with a hot number like Jada. It’s to detract attention away from his ears! I bet those babies get better reception than half the satellites around the world picking up the broadcast! What was he thinking when he shaved his head to draw further attention to them?
Now on to the show…
Here’s Will’s son, Jaden, who was a presenter along with Breslin. The Smiths must have been horrified to discover in front of hundreds of millions of people that their son can’t read! Luckily, Breslin bailed him out. The little kids presented awards for Short Film and Animated Short and took the ribbing in stride.
The same could not be said of the vertically challenged actor/freak, Tom Cruise, who was on hand to present the Jean Hersholt Award to Sherry Lansing, someone Cruise has long looked up to. The again, Cruise must look up to just about everyone he works with.
Al Gore was on hand and his film detailing the threat of global warming, An Inconvenient Truth, took the prize for Best Documentary. Judging by his girth, Mr. Gore has furthered his environmental crusade with a vow to personally ensure that no food leftovers will make their way to public landfills on his watch.
Knowles
Etheridge
But global warming couldn't thaw the icy tension that exists between Beyonce Knowles and Jennifer Hudson since the latter failed to acknowledge the former after winning a Golden Globe award. As they performed the three nominated songs from the movie Dreamgirls, that tension could be cut with a knife. Meow! And cut with a knife is exactly what they would have liked to do to Melissa Etheridge when she stole the Oscar for Original Song for An Inconvenient Truth from their grasp. Any song going up against another attached to such a nobel cause had about as good a chance of winning the award as a hardcore rap group like 36 Mafia. Hmmm, ok…even less of a chance. (For the uninformed, 36 Mafia won last year.)
Hudson did however go on to win the statuette for Best Supporting actress. She was later disappointed to learn that the gold coating couldn’t be unwrapped to reveal a chocolate center.
Cameras later panned to show Jerry Seinfeld in the middle of a yawn while Gore was onstage with Leonardo DiCaprio. I couldn’t have said it better.
Just in case you missed one of the fifty shots of Jack Nicholson (shown here with Diane Keaton) mugging for the cameras, here he is again.
William Monahan, the winner for Best Adapted Screenplay for The Departed can be seen here stumbling through his acceptance speech. Is it too much to expect coherency from a screenwriter?
Alan Arkin won the Best Supporting Actor honours for his role in Little Miss Sunshine. I got nuthin’ here. He had to set his award down on the stage while he read an acceptance speech. Shouldn’t a seasoned actor be able to memorize forty-five seconds of dialogue? Did you ever notice how similar his name is to Ellen Barkin’s? Wouldn’t it be funny if they got married? She’d be Ellen Barkin-Arkin! Hey, I told you I got nuthin’.
The Best Actress nod went to Hellen Mirren for her portrayal of Queen Elizabeth II in The Queen. She was such a lock that fellow nominee, Dame Judi Dench, went off on a bender rather than attend. Mirren was the most celebrated queen at the Academy Awards since Elton John.
The Best Actor was Forest Whitaker as Idi Amin in The Last King Of Scotland. Bigger than Brando? Seen here he’s likely calculating how he’s going to try to outmaneuver Hudson and Gore to the post-event food spreads at the after-parties. Needless to say, the largesse of the evening was not lost on any of these first time winners.
(Btw…no offense meant to big boned people meant. I’m really just kidding.)
Martin Scorsese finally struck gold as Best Director for The Departed. Presenting his award were his muscle, director of The Godfather, Francis Ford Coppola (representing the Italian mafia), George Lucas (representing the Force), and Stephen Spielberg (who’s likely no good in a fight, but he’d likely zing his adversary with a few good witticisms). Scorsese basked in his moment, and his three buddies sure weren’t about to reveal that the card inside the envelope actually read Clint Eastwood.
The Departed also took the Best Picture category. And after a numbing three hours and forty-five minutes duration, the audience quickly departed with Happy Feet (winner of Animated Feature).
So there you have it. Your feedback will decide whether a third annual is in store next year. I hope you enjoyed it.
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| It must be love...or something like it |
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I recently got one of those Myspace messages most of us who belong to that site periodically get from people looking to hook up (or so they say). I decided to play along, intentionally indicating initially that I wasn’t really interested. I wanted to prove that it doesn’t much matter what you say to these people. If you respond they’re going to feed you their pitch eventually. What follows is my correspondence with someone claiming to be Judith. I hope you enjoy it. Don’t mind her poor spelling and grammar. Her messages are the ones in bold type. Bear in mind what I replied is unaltered in any way. Sorry if it’s on the long side, but you might find it amusing.
The lovely Judith (who in actuality is probably some schlep named Sahib)
hello bawdy?
I really like your profile, i will like to tell you somethings about me.... My name is Judith Williams, i was born in the year 1979 which means am gonna clock 27 yrs old this very new yr.
I model for clothing companies i do travel overseas almost twice in a year for my work,i am presently in nigeria,modelling for a clothing company which i ll gonna be back to the states in 3 weeks time.I dont know if u care to meet me in person.i am from New York.
I am single since i had caught my fiancee red handed im my room sleeping with my best friend..but i have erased there path from my heart we took to meet in life.
Now,i looking for a new love,relationship (Mr Right) i dont know if its you ?
But the kind of man am looking for must be very well responsible,honest,caring ,lovely,open minded and hard working which will be able to control my business in future if he likes.
As for the type of companion I desire. It is rather simple. Race, ethnicity, and physical appearance in general is not problem. My interest is in a good personality and sense of humor for I need someone to lift my spirits. I generally prefer men in the age range of 24-55 bcos i belive age its just a number, but am open to any depending upon their sharing the intimate side of myself with someone willing to do the same. I hope to find a man that I could possibly have a new life with.
Am still single Still searching for a man who will make me happy till the end of my life and the man i can spend the rest of my life with. I am looking for a love,relationship (Mr Right) i dont know if its you ?
judith?
RE: hello bawdy?
Hey Judith…you're very beautiful but as lovely as your offer sounds, I doubt I could satisfy you. Best of luck to you in your search though!
Rick
RE: RE: hello bawdy?
how are u doing, am very gad about your reply yo me, well it,s nice and kind to meet you, pls can i know some about your?
RE: RE: RE: hello bawdy?
Why, yes Judith. It's a great pleasure to meet you as well. I enjoy meeting articulate people such as you, especially when they have pretty faces and nice boobies.
You want to know more about me? Well, I'm 42 years old and live in my parents' basement. I'm 5' 2" tall and weigh 320 pounds and for one reason or another I just haven't been able to meet that special someone. Perhaps it's my chronic halitosis, but my guess is it could have more to do with my persistent flatulence or unbearable body odor.
I do have a sweet set-up here though. Mom's a great cook, and dad has Alzheimer's so since mom knows nothing about finances, I have power of attorney and I'm able to bilk money from dad’s bank account without his knowing. I can buy all the Cheetos we want and have a futon you can crash on.
I can easily handle your career because I'm pretty much unemployable, so I can devote my time to managing you. How soon do you think you can move in?
Rick
hello,
Its my very good pleasure to read from you and also know much about you and
i am very happy you are the first member that talk to me on this
site...life is good and it is okay and fine..how is life treating you
overthere ?
And i will like to ask u some questions below :
1..what do u like in a lady ?
2..are u a player or for real ?
3..are u single,married or divorced?
4..do u have kids ?
5..what do you do for a living?
6..tell me about urself ?
7..what do u do for fun and in your free time?
8.. Whats your bad and good experience in meeting a lady on the Internet.
9..how do you treat your woman
Hope to hear back from you soonest.
Judith.
RE: hello,
Hi Judith,
Life is treating me good other than this huge boil I have that needs to be lanced. Thanks for asking. How are you?
In response to your questions...
1) I like a woman who is confident, intelligent, honest and has a great personality. But really if she has nice boobies and a great ass, I can't complain.
2) Oh, I'm for real. Can't you tell by my avatar? (*Note: my avatar at Myspace is Bart Simpson)
3) Single. Who in their right mind would marry me?
4) No kids. I think I'm shooting blanks.
5) For a living? I already told you I skim money off my pops. I'm counting on you to be my meal ticket.
6) I told you about myself in our previous correspondence. Did you even read it?
7) I like to masturbate in my free time. And I have a lot of free time.
8) I haven't had any good experiences with women on the internet. I've been waiting all my life for you. I think it's fate that we met. We may be soul mates.
9) I treat my women well. I mean, I want to get laid like the next guy. I'd never sleep with your best friend like your loser player ex-boyfriend. But in case things don't work out between us, can you put me in contact with her? I bet she's hot.
Love, Rick
am very happy to see you again?
How are you and work,hope all is well with you ? its my very great pleasure to hear from you back,its really make my days with the lovely email you sent to me and i like the way you answer my question .
For me,i like going to beaches,watching,movies shows,musical concerts and sometime go for dinner and taste a little coffe.
Yea,i am for real,bcos i dont have time for playing games around,bcos its very awwful when someone hurt another good feelings... Well, relationship can mean two things: 1) it can mean that we have a connection, which I think exists 2) relationship also means to be romantically and sexually involved and I think we aren't at that level. So, I think at this point, given the amount of time we have e-mail one another, we definetly have a friendship forming based on some external and internal similarities that are developing into a relationship that will bring us a little closer with good intentions, and the potential exists for the relationship to evolve into something more significant.
I've been in several rapports where I was not fully appreciated. In fact, many times I felt I was taken advantage of and that hurts. I'd like to meet someone who recognizes the little things I do for him and knows how to be appreciative. For instance, if I were to make breakfast in bed or draw a bath for my man,he could thank me by giving me a hug or a kiss. Or perhaps sending me a card for no particular occasion just to tell me 'thank you.' I'm very appreciative of what people do for me and Ill reward them in my own little ways. To me, it's the little things that mean a great deal to me.
What does it really mean to be affectionate? I love a man who can display his affections for me anytime and anywhere without having to be shy. And a person who knows how to be affectionate is a big plus. I love being affectionate.
This may be an odd one, but I've learned that there are many man out there that are set in their ways. They have one way of doing things and are never open to suggestions or advices. Stubborn man are a majoy turn off for me. I like a man who is open to ideas, thoughts, and
basically openminded. I think being receptive brings about sensitivity as well. A man who is ignorant, mean, and just plain insensitive is difficult to get along with.
I would say that I'm not afraid to display my emotions. I'd like someone who is sensitive and caring. If I'm sad, I'd like for him to be able to comfort me and cheer me up. He doesn't has to do much, but just knowing that he's there solacing me is more than good enough.
Have you ever had someone not stand up for you? I was deeply hurt when someone I once knew wouldn't not stand up for me, even after he told me he loved me. I would never allow someone to hurt my boyfriend or my husband, and I would always stand up for him. One thing I will always do for my man is to protect him.
Well,i cant wait to hear from you soonest.
Hope you are thinking about me ?
Hope to hear from you soonest.
Judith.
RE: am very happy to see you again?
Hi Judith..
I got treated at the hospital today for burns after an accident while lighting farts but can write to you as long as I remain standing.
I like going to the beach to watch the honeys too. I bet you look great in a thong. Hell, I bet you look better out of one! And I like going to movies, concerts and restaurants too, until one of my many repulsive habits inevitably gets me tossed out.
I hate being hurt too. This one girl I was dating insisted I dress up in her lingerie. Then she handcuffed and blindfolded me and led me outside. She thought it was hilarious even when my neighbour, old lady Neusbaum, called the police and had them haul me away. The bitch wouldn't even come post bail because she had to go to work, so I spent the night in lock-up. Us hardened criminals have this saying...what happens in prison stays in prison. But guys from there still call me up to this day. So yeah, I know how you feel about being hurt and taken advantage of. I'll tell you this though. I discovered that women's lingerie makes me feel pretty.
I'm so glad you feel we have a connection. I don't know about you, but I'm ready to take it to the next level you mentioned! So can we speed up this friendship crap so our relationship can evolve? I swear I'd treat you like a queen. Maybe not the queen of England, but the duchess of some little duchy where royalty isn't such a big deal, at least.
There's no way I'd be shy with affection and appreciation if I could get into your pants, baby. I feel we already have a mutual respect for each other and all that other stuff. I'm open to suggestions. In fact I'm very submissive. If you feel I'm set in my ways, you can discipline me until I change. I'm especially receptive to spankings.
And of course I'd stand up for you, as long as it doesn't mean getting hit in the face. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Whoever insults my woman, insults me. I hope you'd stand up for me too, because I get insulted a lot.
I think about you every time I masturbate.
Love, Rick
it,s my good and happy to see your e-mail?
how are u doing today i hope you are getting well, really am very sorry about what happen to you and i wish you are getting ok and fine now i wish i was with you now? well honey may i know everything about you b/c you have been making me sound good to my self and you make me happy whenevr i saw your e-mail, honey tell me do you have and yahoo i,d so that i can be able to chat with you and give other of my pic i hope you will love that?
i hope to hear from you soon
judith?
RE: it,s my good and happy to see your e-mail?
Oh, I'm much better, thanks. I stapled my hand to the wall today by accident, but it's all good. It was actually the most fun I had in weeks. Yahoo ID? The police forbid me from using that anymore, but I'd love to see more pics of you. The less you're wearing the better. I could give you an alternate e-mail address if you'd like. Will that do? Gotta run...I just splooged in my pants!
Rick
thanks on your reply to me?
it.s my very greayest to hear that you are better? now i think everything in now ok and cool with you well am so much happy to hear that? honey i real missed you so much i hpe we can meet to night?online?
if we can meet just give me your yahoo messenger i.d
RE: thanks on your reply to me?
Judith, honey..
Are you not aware that Dr. Phil monitors all Yahoo instant messenger correspondence? He uses the information for extortion purposes and makes you appear on his show. It's not safe!
Rick
Alas, I didn’t hear from Judith again after this. I’m not sure what the scam is once they get your Yahoo ID. I imagine you eventually get hit up for money in one form or another. Anyway, for those of you who slogged through this, I hope you enjoyed it.
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| My Oscar Recap |
| 03.07.06 (3:42 pm) [edit] |
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The 78th annual Academy Awards ceremony was held this past Sunday evening. Missed it? No worries! I’ve got it covered for you right here.
Jon Stewart hosted the festivities. He wasn’t the best host ever, but I think he acquitted himself quit well.
Stewart settled down after he just about shit himself here after realizing his audience of 41.5 million viewers was significantly more than those who regularly tune in to “The Daily Show”.
George Clooney claimed the Best Supporting Actor award for his part in "Syriana". He gained 35 pounds for the role. But you just know that even a fat George Clooney gets laid more than the rest of us guys. Damn him to hell. As if he needed an Oscar to pad his resume.
I thought it was nice of them to dust off Lauren Bacall to let her out of her crypt so she could attend.
Whoa! You mean she wasn’t dead? Well…soon. Anyway, when the ever popular “in memoriam” segment aired, up popped Pat Morita. No one told me Mr. Miyagi had died! But yep, he’s apparently as dead as his “The Karate Kid” co-star Ralph Macchio’s acting career.
Ben Stiller came out in a green body suit to promote the wonders of visual effects. Unfortunately the bit came off flatter than he had hoped.
Bless your little heart for trying, Ben. Don’t come back next year.
More odd visual effects came courtesy of the hair stylists catering to…
…Sandra Bullock and…
…Uma Thurman, who were apparently going for the…
…Bride of Frankenstein look.
Girls, even Gary Busey thought your hair was outrageous.
Yet another fashion faux pas: Helena Bonham Carter, the next time Tim Burton offers to do your hair, please say no.
The crowd was stunned when rap group 36 Mafia claimed Best Song for the censored version of "It's Hard Out Here For a Pimp". Maybe they shouldn’t have been surprised. The Academy probably gave them the award out of fear that people would have been shot if they didn’t. The group sheepishly returned the Oscars they’d stolen so they could be presented properly.
Dolly Parton was irate that she lost to a rap song and more f-bombs were heard coming from her dressing room than you’d hear at a typical 36 Mafia concert. As depression sank in, she would have slit her wrists if only she could reach around her boobs to do so.
Dolly: Yet another fashion victim.
Itzhak Perlman came out as selected bits for Best Original Score were performed, delighting many viewers who took the opportunity to rush to their kitchens to prepare snacks.
Rachel Weisz was named Best Supporting Actress for her role in "The Constant Gardener". I’m sure she said a lot of nice things in her acceptance speech, but I was too busy staring at the seven months pregnant Weisz’s cleavage. Wow! Impressive.
And rest assured, plenty of cleavage was on display on Sunday evening.
Queen Latifah
Salma Hayek
Michelle Williams
New mother, Jennifer Garner. If I was her kid I’d be breast feeding into my twenties. Between her and husband Ben Affleck, judging by the genes I’d say the kid has a 50/50 chance of being a good actor. Garner stumbled and almost took a header as she came out as a presenter. Speaking of stumbling, how about Affleck’s career?
Gavin Hood wins for directing the Best Foreign Language Film, "Tsotsi".
Here Gavin demonstrates how you get in good favour with members of the Academy in order to swing votes your way.
Charlize Theron sported a big bow to wrap the chip on her shoulder as she went for two Best Actress awards in three years.
It was knocked of by Reese Witherspoon who nearly went to pieces while accepting the award, but she managed to compose herself.
Philip Seymour Hoffman surprised no one by taking home the Oscar for Best Actor for portraying Truman Capote in the film "Capote". Whether or not he resorted to any method acting with Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal, I don’t want to know.
“A Note Of Triumph: The Golden Age Of Norman Corwin” won for Best Documentary Short. That silence you hear is the sound of no one caring.
Robert Altman won an Honorary Oscar for lifetime achievement despite directing “Dr. T And The Women.
Ang Lee snagged the Best Director Oscar for “Brokeback Mountain” while John Wayne spun in his grave.
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But any momentum “Brokeback Mountain had built up ending with a resounding…
…"Crash". Thank God for racism say Cathy Schulman and Paul Haggis as they claim the prize for Best Picture. Word is someone in the Brokeback camp was vely, vely Ang Lee.
Luckily, Clint Eastwood was nowhere to be seen or he would have kicked the asses of Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal, who played two gay cowboys in “Brokeback Mountain”. It was nice of John Travolta to offer Jon Stewart a flight back to New York even after Stewart made fun of Scientology. There must have been awful turbulence though because Stewart arrived home battered and bruised.
Well, that about wraps it up. I hope you enjoyed this. See you at the movies!
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| My Oscar Recap |
| 03.06.06 (6:11 pm) [edit] |
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The 78th annual Academy Awards ceremony was held this past Sunday evening. Missed it? No worries! I’ve got it covered for you right here.
Jon Stewart hosted the festivities. He wasn’t the best host ever, but I think he acquitted himself quit well.
Stewart settled down after he just about shit himself here after realizing his audience of 41.5 million viewers was significantly more than those who regularly tune in to “The Daily Show”.
George Clooney claimed the Best Supporting Actor award for his part in "Syriana". He gained 35 pounds for the role. But you just know that even a fat George Clooney gets laid more than the rest of us guys. Damn him to hell. As if he needed an Oscar to pad his resume.
I thought it was nice of them to dust off Lauren Bacall to let her out of her crypt so she could attend.
Whoa! You mean she wasn’t dead? Well…soon. Anyway, when the every popular “in memoriam” segment aired, up popped Pat Morita. No one told me Mr. Miyagi had died! But yep, he’s apparently as dead as his “The Karate Kid” co-star Ralph Macchio’s acting career.
Ben Stiller came out in a green body suit to promote the wonders of visual effects. Unfortunately the bit came off flatter than he had hoped.
Bless your little heart for trying, Ben. Don’t come back next year.
More odd visual effects came courtesy of the hair stylists catering to…
…Sandra Bullock and…
…Uma Thurman, who were apparently going for the…
…Bride of Frankenstein look.
Girls, even Gary Busey thought your hair was outrageous.
Yet another fashion faux pas: Helena Bonham Carter, the next time Tim Burton offers to do your hair, please say no.
The crowd was stunned when rap group 36 Mafia claimed Best Song for the censored version of "It's Hard Out Here For a Pimp". Maybe they shouldn’t have been surprised. The Academy probably gave them the award out of fear that people would have been shot if they didn’t. The group sheepishly returned the Oscars they’d stolen so they could be presented properly.
Dolly Parton was irate that she lost to a rap song and more f-bombs were heard coming from her dressing room than you’d hear at a typical 36 Mafia concert. As depression sank in, she would have slit her wrists if only she could reach around her boobs to do so.
Dolly: Yet another fashion victim.
Itzhak Perlman came out as selected bits for Best Original Score were performed, delighting many viewers who took the opportunity to rush to their kitchens to prepare snacks.
Rachel Weisz was named Best Supporting Actress for her role in "The Constant Gardener". I’m sure she said a lot of nice things in her acceptance speech, but I was too busy staring at the seven months pregnant Weisz’s cleavage. Wow! Impressive.
And rest assured, plenty of cleavage was on display on Sunday evening.
Queen Latifah
Salma Hayek
Michelle Williams
New mother, Jennifer Garner. If I was her kid I’d be breast feeding into my twenties. Between her and husband Ben Affleck, judging by the genes I’d say the kid has a 50/50 chance of being a good actor. Garner stumbled and almost took a header as she came out as a presenter. Speaking of stumbling, how about Affleck’s career?
Gavin Hood wins for directing the Best Foreign Language Film, "Tsotsi".
Here Gavin demonstrates how you get in good favour with members of the Academy in order to swing votes your way.
Charlize Theron sported a big bow to wrap the chip on her shoulder as she went for two Best Actress awards in three years.
It was knocked of by Reese Witherspoon who nearly went to pieces while accepting the award, but she managed to compose herself.
Philip Seymour Hoffman surprised no one by taking home the Oscar for Best Actor for portraying Truman Capote in the film "Capote". Whether or not he resorted to any method acting with Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal, I don’t want to know.
“A Note Of Triumph: The Golden Age Of Norman Corwin” won for Best Documentary Short. That silence you hear is the sound of no one caring.
Robert Altman won an Honorary Oscar for lifetime achievement despite directing “Dr. T And The Women.
Ang Lee snagged the Best Director Oscar for “Brokeback Mountain” while John Wayne spun in his grave.
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But any momentum “Brokeback Mountain had built up ending with a resounding…
…"Crash". Thank God for racism say Cathy Schulman and Paul Haggis as they claim the prize for Best Picture. Word is someone in the Brokeback camp was vely, vely Ang Lee.
Luckily, Clint Eastwood was nowhere to be seen or he would have kicked the asses of Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal, who played two gay cowboys in “Brokeback Mountain”. It was nice of John Travolta to offer Jon Stewart a flight back to New York even after Stewart made fun of Scientology. There must have been awful turbulence though because Stewart arrived home battered and bruised.
Well, that about wraps it up. I hope you enjoyed this. See you at the movies!
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| Olympic Recap |
| 02.27.06 (5:15 pm) [edit] |
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So, the 2006 Turin Winter Olympics recently wrapped up. You say you missed it? Not a problem! I’m here to recap the festivities for you. We all know Italy has a grand sporting tradition, from…

grape stomping…  …to pizza dough tossing……and let’s not forget the mafia inspired tradition, swimming with the fishes in cement shoes.
For me, the Games started on a high not with Canada’s Jennifer Heil winning gold in the women’s Moguls competition. Her total time competing amounted to 53 seconds. Sheesh, 53 seconds spent on women’s slopes hardly even amounts to foreplay.
Things didn’t go quite as smoothly for American snowboarder Lindsey Jacobellis, who was cruising to the snowboard cross victory when she decided to hotdog it on her final jump, fell, and had to settle for second. She tried to downplay the incident and said she’s happy with silver, but this isn’t the Special Olympics where everyone’s a winner. You lost, Lindsey! No matter, she’s probably off getting stoned with her fellow snowboarders.
Which brings us to five medal Alpine skiing hopeful Bode Miller, who showed up in Turin for a bitchin’ party and a damn Olympics tried to get in the way. No matter, he perfected the art of getting disqualified so he could get back to gnarly things like drinking and playing pick-up basketball, during which he sprained an ankle before his final event. His Nike endorsements may be on thin ice, but surely Budweiser is now interested. Dude!
I know I’ll never forget Chinese speedskater Fengtong Yu of China. Not because of his memorable slide across the finish line in his pairing with Japan’s Yuya Oikawa in the men’s 500m race.
I’ll remember him because knowing there’s an Olympian named F. Yu makes me giggle!
Surprisingly, the Italian populace really took to curling even if they couldn’t quite grasp the strategy. They cheered every time a rock ended up in the rings, good shot or bad. I’m sure the beer served at the venue helped account for some of the raucous atmosphere. Or maybe it was the discovery that people were playing bocce on ice!
In women’s figure skating, Russia’s Irina Slutskaya was so upset with her third place placement that she threw her bronze medal in the trash. And I agree. If medals were handed out for falling flat on your ass when it counts, you get the silver and Sasha Cohen gets the gold. Similarly, if a medal for the Sicilian tradition of giving the Malochia (or evil eye) were handed out, the hands down winner would be Italian ice dancer Barbara Fusar Poli, who stared down her partner, Maurizio Margaglio, after he dropped her. Whoopsy!
Biathlon. Does anyone outside of Europe care about this sport? I think it can use a little Americanization. Hell, they’re going about the sport wrong. I mean, they give you a gun, right? It’s a race, and here these bozos are shooting at targets. I’d shoot my competition instead. I wouldn’t even have to be a good skier if they’re gushing blood along the way. Put me down for gold.
When police officers raided the Austrian biathlon and cross country houses, they found 100 syringes and evidence of blood doping. The team's coach, Walter Mayer, promptly fled the country. He was MIA until a resident in Austria called police saying someone was sleeping in his car on the side of the road. When the cops came, Mayer fled in the vehicle, crashed into a police barrier and was arrested for being drunk. Then he admitted himself into a mental hospital and was on a suicide watch. Hey, if I had to watch cross country skiing for a living, I’d be on a suicide watch too!
Two man luge. Ok, who invented this sport? I’m not sure, but I’m pretty sure he must be gay. One man lying on top of another as they hurtle down the bobsled run? That just ain’t natural!
“Hey, that’s not the rudder!”
Skeleton. This sport is basically tobogganing, or more appropriately, sliding down a hill on cafeteria trays. We all did that as kids, right? Who knew we were in training to be future Olympians? Canada grabbed three medals in this sport. Just wait until writing your name in the snow becomes an event. I’m sure I can get great marks for artistic impression.
Hockey was a travesty. Sure, the Canadian women won. But our men lost. To Finland. To Russia. And to Switzerland. Switzerland?!!! Quick, somebody grab the Shroud of Turin so Canadians can hide in shame! The only one happy with that result is Janet Jones-Gretzky, who parlayed that trifecta into a fortune after a quick phone call to Rick Tocchet.
Swiss forward Paul DiPietro (from my bloody hometown) scores one of his two goals in Switzerland’s win over Canada.
But the biggest Heil in Italy the past two weeks was not Canada’s Jennifer, but the collective one coming from the medal count winning Germany, resting assured that Aryan supremacy is alive and well.
So there you go, you’re up to date on the happenings of the 20th Winter Olympics. I bet you’re booking your flight now to Vancouver in 2010. Well, maybe not.
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| Website and Forum |
| 09.01.05 (9:26 am) [edit] |
I'm kind of stuck in a creative drought. I really haven't had time lately to try to think. For those who need a fix, you might want to delve into my website. Some of the material you may recognize from here, but there's lots of stuff that hasn't been posted here. (Yeah, there's a lot, so I wouldn't recommend trying to slog through it in one sitting!)
I also have my own forum that's been a lot of fun over the years. It could use some new blood to pump some life into it. So feel welcome to register and post. Note: From time to time some things posted may not be "work safe". So keep that in mind less your boss or young eyes be lurking about.
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| How To Deal With A Bully |
| 08.14.05 (1:55 pm) [edit] |
Here's yet another product of my idle time for your...enjoyment?
How To Deal With A Bully
High school. A time of life only the strong survive. Unfortunately you're not so strong, and you're bound to encounter a new species...one impossibly large for someone so young-a no-necked beast who spends endless hours in weight rooms. One that drinks protein shakes, takes vitamin supplements, probably even steroids. He reeks of b.o. and breathes through his mouth. He's probably been attending this school for seven years now. Meet the bully. I see you already have. He's the guy you spilt your soda on accidently in the cafeteria. Now two things are certain...
1) He didn't see it as an accident. 2) You're dead.
Go to the video store and rent Rocky. Fast forward to the scene where he's punching slabs of meat. See those slabs of meat? That is how your face is going to look soon unless you learn to defend yourself.
So you...sign up for karate lessons. Congratulations, you just spent two weeks getting your ass kicked on a regular basis. You broke your hand trying to break a board, and spent two nights in the hospital with a concussion after thinking you could break bricks with your forehead. And you paid for all that. And you're still a sissy! Perhaps that was a bad idea.
For an idea of what you're in store for now, do this...
Stick your head in a vise and tighten it until you're in excruciating pain. Now use your knuckles and roughly grate them on the top of your skull. Now you know what a headlock feels like and those knuckles are giving you what bullies lovingly refer to as noogies. Get used to this feeling. You'll be spending a lot of time in headlocks.
Ok, you can stop now. Next put your testicles in the vise and twist it until you're about to pass out. Then give it one more twist for good measure. This is what a wedgie feels like. You and wedgies are about to become well acquainted with each other. You'll be walking home with this feeling just about every day.
Finally, the inevitable...
You're face to face with the bully for the first time. It's time to show him what you're made of so...
Quickly you cry out for help!
Funny, you've never heard crickets in the heart of the city before.
Now is that whimpering I hear? Your bottom lip is quivering. Get a grip, man!
As he cocks his fist, you need to think quickly...
Suddenly, you conjure up from inside a determination not to let him kick you around. Your nostrils flare. Your chest puffs out. You clench your fists. You're going to stand up to this Neanderthal for the thousands who have been bullied before you. How dare to think he can cow you. You look him squarely in the eyes and you...you...
Drop to your knees and beg for mercy!
Oh oh. Now he's unzipping his pants. Sorry, even I didn't anticipate this one coming. It's a good thing no one's around to see. Well, except for just about every single student in your grade who have gathered to watch. Damn, that student body grapevine is efficient.
Don't worry, it's nothing years of therapy can't help you come to terms with. So...now you're his bitch. I'd rethink that begging strategy next time.
Money talks, right? Give him all your money. Surely, he'll be reasonable now.
Hmmm, he says that's a good start. But unfortunately you don't have any more money. Or a Walkman. Or a Gameboy. He just took those too.
Call the cops! Now you'll show him.
Shit. What are the odds his father was chief of police and his mother the town judge? Now you have two very powerful enemies. And one really ticked off bully to deal with.
Offer to set him up with the slutty girl in your Social Studies class. He's a guy right? Who can't resist a sure opportunity to get laid? That'll get you in his good books.
Ok, so you didn't know she was his sister. Ignorance doesn't mean he's still not going to pound the living shit out of you.
Now you're running out of options. It's time for desperate actions.
You should always carry some mace in your pocket while the danger of being bullied exists because you will inevitably get cornered. Now grab the mace and spray it in his face. His hands will go to his eyes. Now quickly kick him in the crotch. If you thought well enough ahead, you'd be wearing steel toed boots. He'll double over in agony. Now grab the back of his underwear and give him the mother of all wedgies. Lastly, put him in a headlock and dispense some noogies.
(If you missed with the mace, instantly flash the peace sign. The bully will hesitate at this gesture for a brief moment. That's when you use those two fingers to poke him in the eyes. I saw my friend Eddie Hodgins use this tactic once and it worked to perfection. It was a thing of beauty really-a real life Three Stooges moment.
However, if that too failed, be prepared to...
...scratch, claw, pull hair...whatever it takes. Fight like a girl. You lost all respect when you gave him a blow job anyway. You've past the point of no return.)
Let's say you were successful though...
Turning the tables felt good, didn't it? Savor the moment because it may be one of your last.
Enough. Now would be an ideal time to run. Fast!
At dinner that evening inform your family that you think it would be great if the family could relocate to say...Borneo.
Oh well, you got out-voted. Democracy sucks sometimes.
If you happen to have any evidence you could turn to get you in the Witness Protection program, now would be a good time to contact the feds.
No dice, eh? You have one option left to stay alive...
I saw this in a Corey Haim movie once. (That reminds me, there are worse things worse than being bullied...Corey Haim and Corey Feldman flicks!) Go to your sister's room. Pick out some nice dresses. Now go to your mom's room and get a wig. You're going to need disguises to get to and from school from now on. And don't forget to shave your legs. Work on walking in heels too.
Jesus, it's like you're a natural.
And it would have worked too if Vice Principal Rogers didn't hit on you. Fucking creep.
Now your suspended. Which is actually a good thing for now. You can stay here at home and avoid the brute.
Wait a minute! Why are you still wearing girls clothes?
Freak! That's it! Now I want to kick your ass too.
You're on your own, buddy.
Well, I hope this helps some nerd out there who's not entirely hopeless. You can thank me later.
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| Even More Fun With Spam! |
| 07.19.05 (1:52 pm) [edit] |
I received this in my e-mail box today. It’s been a while since I had fun with one of these, and this one was refreshingly different from your typical Nigerian scam spam. First, the e-mail I received is in bold below. The un-highlighted comments following are mine.
Hello.
My name is Mark Birman I'm job manager in RuAmerica corporation. We're searching for new partnerships in continental USA.
Let me say few words about our company. We're working for several years worldwide, providing the best service in Shipping and Transporting. We work with European countries for 4 years. Our partners are USPS, FedEx, DHL, Ebay, Amazon and many other shipping companies and shops. We're providing financial services too.
Let me say about the position we offer. It is called Correspondence Assistant/Representative. It is new position for us, and it is very valuable now. In August 2003, many European countries changes their rules for customs and taxes for merchandise, sent from countries, that don't belong to EU. This means, that package that is sent from a company - will be a subject for VAT in Europe, but the package that is sent from a person - doesn't have VAT. Because of that, prices for shipping services grow, and we try to reduce them. And we need YOU.
Your task - to receive packages that will be delivered to you, and redirect them, following our instructions. Packages will be delivered by courriers to your location. Then you will be given money for shipping fees. Your fee is 25 USD per package you receive. No start up fees! No out of pocket fees! Nothing to pay!
IMPORTANT. We put names of our customers on the packages, so names will be different from yours.
We will inform you about incoming packages. We pay you via PayPal, wire transfer, Check, Money Order or Western Union. Your commissions will be paid every two weeks. We will make agreement which you will sign and return back to us. In this document all responsibilities and duties will be conrirmed. If you are interested in this offer, or have more questions please fill application form refer to http://softdesignsng.com/vaca...
Thank you for your time.
Best regards, Mark Birman
Hello Mark Birman! Or shall I call you Mr. Birman seeing as our relationship pertains to business? No, too formal. The Birminator? I’ve got it! The Birman of Alcatraz! So, ummm…Marky Mark, if you’re searching for partnerships inside the continental U.S., Canada seems an odd place to start, but who am I to question your business savvy? First I was reluctant to take you seriously because would a renowned company such as RuAmerica (Now is that Ru as in “rue” or is it more like “Arooooo!”? I’d go with the latter myself. It’s way more fun to say!) be contacting me through a Yahoo e-mail account? But I noticed the account was ladylauren@yahoo.com, so obviously someone trusts you enough to use their account. Either that or you have a naughty little secret. Do you like women’s clothing, Marky? I kid! I kid! Then I heard from you again, this time from ladylight99@yahoo.com, so you’re trusted by two lady friends. I never took you for a playa! You’re my new hero. Way to go, dawg! You also e-mailed me from a redsox406@aol.com account. If your company has ties with the World Series champions, you must hate the Yankees as much as I do. You can’t be such a bad guy. I hope you can use your connections to score me some prime tickets come playoff time.
It just occurred to me there could be three different Mark Birmans working for you. If it’s some kind of company policy that you have to change your name to Mark Birman in order to work with you, count me out!
Ok, back to your e-mail. First you tell me you want to say “few words” about your company, then you proceed with this long spiel. I mean, shut up! You had me at hello.
A bit of free advice-you talk about providing the best service in shipping and handling, then mention an affiliation with the USPS. Very funny, but leave the jokes to me from now on, ok?
This new position you offer called correspondence assistant sounds lame. If I take the job, can you change the title to Correspondence Wizard instead? I even have a cloak and hat that will make me look official and everything. Speaking of new positions, have you tried doggy style? Lady Lauren and Lady Light may be receptive to trying it. You can thank me later.
Back to business. Your website raises a few concerns. I have handled my own package several times, but I’ve never sent, received or sorted it. I wouldn’t know where to begin. And now that you mentioned it, I’m afraid to check for missing parts! I’ve never handled the packages of other guys before. Wait a minute! I see what you’re doing. Is this Ashton Kutcher? Am I being Punk’d? You wanted me to say I’m willing to handle the packages of other guys, then you’ll bust me on television, right? Right? But let’s say you are on the up and up. You say you want honest and bright people. Well, I’m certainly honest. The latter is debatable. Your site also states you seek people who are fluent in English? Look, bubba, I read your e-mails. You’re in no position to be critical of grammar. And I think your policy of not hiring underage people is discriminatory. If it’s good enough for Nike and Kathie Lee Gifford, it should be good enough for you.
Now I’m happy to say Mark and I cleared up a few misconceptions I had and I’ve been in his employ for a few months. Things couldn’t be better. But now I have a few concerns and I’ve raised them with Mark and his answers have become increasingly evasive. Read our correspondence and judge for yourself.
*Note: Whether the following correspondence actually took place or not is entirely dependent on your gullibility.
Dear Mark
This package I just received to send to a Mr. Jacques Chirac appears to be ticking and is marked as fragile. Shouldn’t we increase the S&H to ensure safe delivery? If it’s a new alarm clock, I’m sure he wouldn’t want it to arrive damaged.
Rick,
That ticking is product of your imagination. Please disregard
Best regards, Mark Birman
Dear Mark,
I can’t quite make out the name on the return address on the package to Mr. Tony Blair in England. It looks like Al somebody. Al Queda? Can you please verify?
Rick,
Sorry, there has been mistake. Name not important. Please cross out.
Best regards, Mark Birman
Dear Mark,
I wanted to put in a good word for the courier who just dropped off the latest package at my door. He handled it with the utmost of delicacy as he carried it and set it down. Me and my butterfingers could learn a thing or two from his carefulness. Then he sprinted to his truck as fast as he could and sped off. I could see the sweat spraying from his brow. Such enthusiasm for his job is admirable. Can you tell me how to contact his boss so I can praise this dedicated worker.
Rick,
Will you just please do your fucking job? Asshole.
Mark Birman
Dear Mark,
Your English seems to be improving. Have you been visiting New York?
Rick
Rick,
Allah! Oops! I mean, Jesus! Will you please, please focus on business we try to conduct?
Mark Birman
Dear Mark,
What’s with the funny suit the courier was wearing today? He looked like an astronaut on a moonwalk or something. No, wait! It looked like one of those decontamination suits. Funny Hallowe’en is months away. The green, glowing package was cool though.
Rick
Rick,
Stop contacting me over frivolous matters, you stupid infidel! I mean, you fucktard!
Mark Birman
Dear Mark,
A white powdery substance was leaking from the package to Chancellor Gerhard Schroeder of Germany. I thought, “Cool! Powdered doughnuts!”, but the powder didn’t taste very sugary. But that can be attributed to the fact that I must have been coming down with something. I’ve become very congested since then, my eyes are watering, and my throat is aching. My temperature is through the roof too. I sent a sample to you special delivery to your office so you can tell me what you think. I think I need a holiday. You’re working me to death. Since that day of the glowing package, my hair has been falling out and I have these strange sores all over my body. Can I come visit you? I’d like to think we’ve become friends. Sorry if these e-mail is a few days late. I really haven’t been well.
Rick
Dear Rick
I am regretting to inform you that Mr. Birman is away on sick leave. You will conduct business matters with me from here on out.
Best regards,
Amaso nib Nedal
Anyway, the RCMP has now frozen my Paypal account and informed me these are bad people so I’m not supposed to ship anymore packages for them. But that’s ok because I just got an e-mail from a person informing me that I just won a lot of money in an international lottery. They were nice enough to enter my e-mail address for me. This is my lucky day!
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| Cannibals! Cannibals! Cannibals! |
| 07.14.05 (12:41 pm) [edit] |
 Ok, this was a bit I wrote years and years ago...
I was thinking about cannibalism recently (as I'm often prone to do) and some thoughts came to mind. I thought these all up myself, but I can't vouch for the originality of each and every one since I'm sure many people have made cannibal jokes before. (ie. the classics, "Does this clown taste funny to you?", and "I hate my mother-in-law." "So? Try the potatoes.") Settle down and gnaw on my own contributions...
- Is it important for cannibals who are born lactose intolerant to eat people who abstain from dairy products?
- And do health conscious cannibals eat vegetarians?
- Do they have specialty restaurants that serve only Italian, Chinese or Thai people like we have specialty restaurants that serve only those types of foods? And for appetizers, do they serve actual fingers instead of finger foods?
- Do most cannibals hate liver like everyone else?
- If cannibal children have friends for dinner, do they get scolded for playing with their food beforehand?
- Does watching the movie Hannibal make them hungry?
- Do they eat a person from Turkey for Thanksgiving? Are the males served as butterballs? Does anyone eat the stuffing if they put it where I can only imagine they put it?
- I bet it’s not wise for a cannibal to ask his girlfriend for a blow job on an empty stomach. Even then, he must really trust her.
- Would cannibals eat salads if they were accentuated with Kevin Bacon bits?
- Do cannibal men get horny or hungry when they leaf through Playboy magazines?
- Some humans are allergic to nuts like almonds. Do you suppose some cannibals have similar reactions to nuts like schizophrenics? Or testicles?
- I bet cannibals hate it when it costs an arm and a leg to put dinner on the table.
- Do cannibal parents tell their children to stop sucking their thumbs because it will spoil their dinner?
- Since saying they’re so hungry they could eat a horse isn’t appropriate, do cannibals say, “I’m so hungry I could eat a jockey”?
- Do Meals On Wheels delivered to shut-in cannibals arrive in wheelchairs?
- Do they serve sprinters at cannibal fast food joints?
- Do cannibals call their barbeques in France French fries?
- When an Australian cannibal says it’s time to put another shrimp on the barbie, is that a signal for midgets to start running?
- Does a cannibal get gas when he eats an Exxon employee?
- Does a cannibal’s stomach get tied up in knots after eating a contortionist?
- If a cannibal eats a gay person who is afraid to come out, does he get constipated?
- If a cannibal eats a debater, does it disagree with his stomach?
- Do cannibals consider Michael Jackson to be white meat or dark?
- A scene from a cannibal restaurant
Husband: “Waitress, my wife’s tongue is bitter and my eyes are glazed. And what is this?”
Waitress: “I’m sorry, sir. I seem to have given you the cold shoulder. You wanted a hot foot?”
Husband: “Yes.”
Wife: “My heart is broken, and this? It’s no skin off my back! It’s fatty as hell.”
Waitress: “My ass, it is.” *storms off*
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| 100 Greatest Movies Of All Time |
| 07.04.05 (10:59 am) [edit] |
The AFI’s 100 Greatest Movies Of All Time (taken from jennjr's blog)
To play along, copy and paste this list, and bold the ones you've seen:
1. CITIZEN KANE (1941) 2. CASABLANCA (1942) 3. THE GODFATHER (1972) 4. GONE WITH THE WIND (1939) 5. LAWRENCE OF ARABIA (1962) 6. THE WIZARD OF OZ (1939) 7. THE GRADUATE (1967) 8. ON THE WATERFRONT (1954) 9. SCHINDLER'S LIST (1993) 10. SINGIN' IN THE RAIN (1952) 11. IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE (1946) 12. SUNSET BOULEVARD (1950) 13. THE BRIDGE ON THE RIVER KWAI (1957) 14. SOME LIKE IT HOT (1959) 15. STAR WARS (1977) 16. ALL ABOUT EVE (1950) 17. THE AFRICAN QUEEN (1951) 18. PSYCHO (1960) 19. CHINATOWN (1974) 20. ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST (1975) 21. THE GRAPES OF WRATH (1940) 22. 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY (1968) 23. THE MALTESE FALCON (1941) 24. RAGING BULL (1980) 25. E.T. THE EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL (1982) 26. DR. STRANGELOVE (1964) 27. BONNIE AND CLYDE (1967) 28. APOCALYPSE NOW (1979) 29. MR. SMITH GOES TO WASHINGTON (1939) 30. THE TREASURE OF THE SIERRA MADRE (1948) 31. ANNIE HALL (1977) 32. THE GODFATHER PART II (1974) 33. HIGH NOON (1952) 34. TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (1962) 35. IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT (1934) 36. MIDNIGHT COWBOY (1969) 37. THE BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES (1946) 38. DOUBLE INDEMNITY (1944) 39. DOCTOR ZHIVAGO (1965) 40. NORTH BY NORTHWEST (1959) 41. WEST SIDE STORY (1961) 42. REAR WINDOW (1954) 43. KING KONG (1933) 44. THE BIRTH OF A NATION (1915) 45. A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE (1951) 46. A CLOCKWORK ORANGE (1971) 47. TAXI DRIVER (1976) 48. JAWS (1975) 49. SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS (1937) 50. BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID (1969) 51. THE PHILADELPHIA STORY (1940) 52. FROM HERE TO ETERNITY (1953) 53. AMADEUS (1984) 54. ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT (1930) 55. THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965) 56. M*A*S*H (1970) 57. THE THIRD MAN (1949) 58. FANTASIA (1940) 59. REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE (1955) 60. RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK (1981) 61. VERTIGO (1958) 62. TOOTSIE (1982) 63. STAGECOACH (1939) 64. CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND (1977) 65. THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS (1991) 66. NETWORK (1976) 67. THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE (1962) 68. AN AMERICAN IN PARIS (1951) 69. SHANE (1953) 70. THE FRENCH CONNECTION (1971) 71. FORREST GUMP (1994) 72. BEN-HUR (1959) 73. WUTHERING HEIGHTS (1939) 74. THE GOLD RUSH (1925) 75. DANCES WITH WOLVES (1990) 76. CITY LIGHTS (1931) 77. AMERICAN GRAFFITI (1973) 78. ROCKY (1976) 79. THE DEER HUNTER (1978) 80. THE WILD BUNCH (1969) 81. MODERN TIMES (1936) 82. GIANT (1956) 83. PLATOON (1986) 84. FARGO (1996) 85. DUCK SOUP (1933) 86. MUTINY ON THE BOUNTY (1935) 87. FRANKENSTEIN (1931) 88. EASY RIDER (1969) 89. PATTON (1970) 90. THE JAZZ SINGER (1927) 91. MY FAIR LADY (1964) 92. A PLACE IN THE SUN (1951) 93. THE APARTMENT (1960) 94. GOODFELLAS (1990) 95. PULP FICTION (1994) 96. THE SEARCHERS (1956) 97. BRINGING UP BABY (1938) 98. UNFORGIVEN (1992) 99. GUESS WHO'S COMING TO DINNER (1967) 100. YANKEE DOODLE DANDY (1942)
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| Who knew? |
| 06.28.05 (10:27 am) [edit] |
| Your IQ Is 130 |  Your Logical Intelligence is Exceptional Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius Your General Knowledge is Exceptional |
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| Prefabricated E-mail |
| 06.27.05 (11:05 am) [edit] |
E-mail Made Easy. I Do the Work. You Get The Credit.
We all know how time consuming e-mail can be. Hell, it can be a full time job in itself. So, I've done you a favour and written one for you. Cut the following letter out and paste it in a new e-mail message. Just substitute the name of the intended recipient with one of the provided ones ( or use a provided one if appropriate) after deleting them along with the brackets. Then simply select the bracketed phrase that best suits your purpose for each sentence and delete the others as well as the brackets. Feel free to insert your own phrases, I'm not as poetic as friggin' Hallmark. I hope you find this to your liking. Just send me your credit card info and I'll bill you an amount I deem to my liking. You can thank me later. Enjoy!
Dear (Muffy, John, Mr. Gates, friend ),
I'm very sorry that ( I called you a hairy orangutan, I have to tell you this, you're the biggest geek on the face of the earth, I haven't written in a long time ). I ran off ( a list of reasons why that was offensive to orangutans everywhere, with Antonio the cabana boy, a copy of my butt on the photocopier that looks like your face, the road when I spilled hot coffee in my lap and have been recovering ). I want you to know that I love ( the way your knuckles scrape the ground when you walk, the way he stirs my daiquiri with no hands, to see your wimpy, little ass hauled into court and raked over the coals for your attempts at world domination, that trick you do with the midget and the baton ). I think you ( are beginning to smell like the zoo that you must have broken out of, are obligated to know that it's not just because he can give me an orgasm, can insert your Windows Xp in your own floppy disk if you know what I mean, ought to take a break from the cyber sex because your keyboard is getting sticky). I heard that you ( have taken the term "swinging singles" to a new level-literally, moved back in with your mother, hire someone to perform your manly duties for you, haven't shaved, showered or changed your clothes in weeks ). Do you know that there are ( bunches of bananas with your name on them, people who can help you stop yelling her name during sex, corpses with more personality than you have, birds nesting in your armpit hair )? It looks like your ( resemblance to a largely herbivorous arboreal anthropoid ape that is two-thirds the size of a gorilla and has extremely, long arms comes from your mama, engagement ring can now be pawned for a case of beer, money can't buy you any friends, belly button is starting to grow mold in it ). I wish you would ( stop jumping up and down while screeching at the top of your lungs, not be bitter and provide a reference so Antonio can get his green card, receive a massive electric shock to your testicles every time my computer crashes, take out the trash before the flies get sick and do it themselves ). Well, I guess I should ( go tell the zookeeper where you are, apply more suntan lotion to Antonio, call tech support-something's due to go awry again, log off before you realize that I'm on-line ).
Love,
( Insert name here. )
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| War on Iraq poetry assault |
| 06.10.05 (3:27 pm) [edit] |
*Two new ones added 06/19/05 *Yet another three more of my own added 06/13/05 *Three more of my own added 06/11/05
Surrogate has proposed a competition open to all tbloggers to write poems pertaining to the War on Iraq. Feel free to submit your own and I'll edit this entry, adding yours and giving credit where credit is due. I'll even add pro war ones to be open minded about it. Enjoy and have fun with it. I find the limerick method to be easiest.
There once was a tyrant named Saddam A dufus who was as harmless as Guam George Bush craved the oil Of his father's old foil So he invaded with steadfast aplomb
Oh that wacky old general Saddam The prez feared he'd develop the bomb So he made up some lies Some phony WMD guise Encouraged by his own dad and mom
We've heard all about Saddam Hussein Whose modus operandi was far from humane But to justify the war on Iraq? Surely you must think I'm on crack Such logic is on the outside of sane
Give credit to that man, George W. Bush An invasion on Iraq was not easy to push When you must play on a country's fears Using nothing but smoke and mirrors While having Blair's lips firmly attached to his tush
Iraq was dealt a big dose of shock and awe Donald Rumsfeld prepared to lay down the law "We'll find WMD within these borders" Said the man who takes his orders From a rube straight out of central casting of Hee Haw Impartial is media outlet FOX news That is if you subscribe to conservative views They backpedaled quickly into spin mode Spouting a "their people are better off now" load Once Bush's "intelligence" was exposed as a ruse
The Abu Ghraib scandal in a nation of oil and sand Makes one wonder about the chain of command But perhaps even more shocking Than rampant prisoner mocking Is that some grunt had sex with Lyndie England!

Remember that villainous murderer named Osama? Who between sessions of wild sex with his llama Has seen the new face of terror Pinned on Saddam in grave error Now he's free to sit back and watch the strange drama
Rebuilding contracts doled out to Halliburton? Awarding these contracts, one thing is certain Sure as a turkey has a gizzard Don't look for any Ozian wizard Dick Cheney's the man behind the curtain
Do you really believe that Saddam Hussein Was part of taking down towers via plane? He doesn't have the smarts To even light his own farts Spotted some baked beans, a lighter and butane!
Rebel suicide bomber blows up a tank One soldier is lost, a private his rank Left behind in his young life? Fatherless children, grieving wife For this he has the president to thank
We all heard the tale of Pat Tillman A media darling, deployed to kill, man Ripped apart by friendly fire A cover-up drew his kin's ire That was sure one tough grave to fill, man
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| It's Still All About The Orgasm (a few more) |
| 06.05.05 (11:02 am) [edit] |
Just expanding on my last blog with a few more that came to mind.
Sex with a god will give you a - Thorgasm
Nymphomaniacs may get a - bedsoregasm
College students have a - sophomoregasm
Hunchback fetish? - Igorgasm
Amused by sex? - humorgasm
Does Pavarotti get you all aquiver? - tenorgasm
Perhaps anal sex is your thing - backdoorgasm
Conan O'Brien may give you a - pompadourgasm
Serenaded by a strolling minstrel? - troubadourgasm
Inspired by porn? - hardcoregasm
You've had better - poorgasm
Right now George W. Bush is having a - wargasm
Get lucky with Mr. Rogers or the girl next door? - neighborgasm
If you don't like getting off - abhorgasm
One vegetarians won't experience - carnivoregasm
Frodo's don't ask, don't tell moment? - orcgasm
What Trekkies get a -Borgasm
People addicted to the internet get a - dotorgasm
Necrophiliac? - morguegasm
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| It's All About The Orgasm... |
| 06.03.05 (12:44 pm) [edit] |
Surrogate kindly brought it to my attention that Tim Kazurinsky did something similar to the following on an SNL news segment. I wasn't aware of it so any resemblance is coincidental. I hate when someone steals my schtick twenty years before I come up with it! So with apologies to Mr. Kazurinsky, I bring you...
Sexual gratification. We all dig it. But we all have different ways of achieving it. And since the desired goal is to climax, I think orgasms deserve specification rather than be lumped into one category because they aren't always so easily achieved and often takes some experimentation. So after interviewing thousands of people (ok, so they were all imaginary), here are different types of orgasms I've uncovered.
Visiting a brothel? - whoregasm
Wake up aroused by a dream? - snoregasm
Missionary position...again? - boregasm
Workaholic? - choregasm
Shopaholic? - storegasm
Masturbate after eating an apple? - coregasm.
Turned on by fantasy? - folkloregasm.
Like doing it on a golf course? - foregasm
An old west climax - LouisL'Amourgasm
Get off on old, B-list actresses? - ZsaZsaGaborgasm
Excited by sex on the beach? - shoregasm
Does candy do it for you? - smoregasm
Come to climax with a lion? roargasm.
Or if donkeys are your thing... - Eeyoregasm
Tennis groupie? - BjornBorgasm
Into robots? - cyborgasm
Did it result in carpet burn? - floorgasm
Like to do it on the buffet table? - smorgasbordgasm
Find bullfighter to be hot? matadorgasm
Does Lionel Ritchie make you swoon? - Commodoregasm
Are splinters a turn on? two-by-fourgasm
Two no one will ever have? An AlGoregasm or a PaulyShoregasm.
If you can think of more, don't hold back!
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| More Fun With A Spammer |
| 05.26.05 (12:49 pm) [edit] |
I responded to a new con artist's e-mail (a different variation of the Nigerian scam). First read her e-mail (in bold text). My response follows.
I am Miss Mariam Aledu, a daughter of Dr and Mrs. Johnson Aledu all from Liberia Repulic, Africa. My father was killed in an assassination attempt which ended the life's of my mother , my immediate younger brother and my finace leaving behind I and my other younger brother (Alfred Aledu) by troop suspected to be Rebels on the 15th october 2001 " What a tragedy, May their Souls Rest in Perfect Peace....Amen. My father was a formal Minister of Power and Mines to the ruling Government of Charles Teloy and the assassination was believed to have done because of my father's undiluted loyalty to the Government. Since April 2002, I and my brother had been living in this Spanish Island, Marlloca, as refugees. Now I have developed the faith that with you, that the vaccum created by these tragic event will be filled up believing that you are going to take absolute care of emotional problem caused by this tragedy and care for my brother (Alfred). Above all, before the death of my late father, he deposited a box containing sum of Five Millon, Three Hundred Thousand United States Dollars (US$5.3 M) with a Security Company here in Spain on agreement which i was the next of kin to. I and my brother struggle to smuggle ourselfs into spain because we have a copy of the certificate of this deposit and the key that opens the box. The security company did not know the content of this box because it was tagged "Aledu Family Effects". I would like you to help us transfer this money into your personal account for business investment and help assist us secure visa to your country so that we will join you there. I am 26 years old, I obtained my first degree in computer technology four months before the death of my parents last year which turned my life upside down. I am fair in complexion ,1.6 meters in height, I weigh 68KG and an ad ant faithful Christain. My hobbies includes listening to scientific and political stories , listening to new and old music, reading papers, novels and scientific books and admiring people's greatness achievements and talents Write or mail back to me immediately and assure me that i am in the rightful hand , I expect to hear from you. Wishing you the best in life Mariam Aledu.
Hey Mariam!
I've been waiting to hear from you. My psychic friend, Miss Cleo, told me you'd be in contact after your father was assassinated. Well, it just wasn't happening, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I hired a soldier of fortune named Haji to speed things along. It seems he got a little carried away in taking out your mom, your fiance and your brother. Whoopsy! Oh, that Haji! He's such a free spirit! I'll have you know I docked him five bucks per head from his fee. Boy, am I glad to hear that you're a faithful Christian. Knowing you'll find it in your heart to forgive me will help me sleep at night.
Let me know if you want Haji to take care of Alfred too. Imagine having to go through life with a sissy-boy name like that! It would be for the best, knowing how cruel other children can be. Then you wouldn't have the responsibility of having him tag along on your journey. A simple shot to the heart can solve a lot of problems sometimes. He'll never know what hit him.
I'll gladly forward my personal banking information, but first you must promise me you won't disturb the existing balance. Instead of acquiring a proper visa or even a forged one, may I suggest stuffing yourself in a crate and being shipped as cargo instead? I live in Canada. Trust me, passing customs will be a breeze.
You make no mention of financial compensation for my assistance. I therefore assume by disclosing your height and weight, you are offering sexual favors as a reward. 68 kg? I like a little bit of junk in the trunk. Do you have big boobies? I like boobies too! Do you have pictures of yourself? I hope you don't have the face of a horse. Although Smarty Jones is pretty cute...
But I digress. I'm sure you're really a good shag and all, but I'm afraid I must also ask for some financial recompense as well. After all, I already paid Haji $10,000.00 (U.S. funds), minus the fifteen dollars I mentioned earlier.
I notice we have much in common. I enjoy reading. And I like new and old music, as opposed to music that is not new. Or old. Promise not to bore me scientific or political stories, ok? I can't tell you any of those, but I know a lot of jokes that will make you blush.
Please get back to me soon. Haji is rather pissed, and I'm afraid his rampage isn't finished. God bless you, and God bless Liberia!
Rick
Here's Mariam's reply followed by my response.
Sir/Madam,
Thanks for your respond despite it wasnt encouraging but i most beg for your assistance if really you have the cabacity to do so because me self and my family are dying in silence but if are able to get this money out the security firm where is presently deposited as family treasure we will be very appreciative to you and any body who you feel can provide asistance.
please let me know if can provide the needed assist so that my brother afred can get in contac with you for deatil information about the said consignment.
Thanks,hoping to hear from you soonest.
Mariam/Afred.
Hey Mariam!
Damn. I know monkeys that can spell better than you by pecking at random keys on the keyboard. Is English your native tongue? Perhaps I can learn Swahili or whatever language you're most comfortable with. Have you picked up any Spanish while in Mallorca? Please talk to me in Spanish. I think it's a sexy language. Although I don't speak it myself, it would make me very horny. Especially if you talk dirty.
You want me to talk to Alfred? But I like talking to you, baby. He's not expecting to join us during sex too, is he? I draw the line there! He can watch, but that's as far as it goes. We can probably teach him a few things. I hope you like to experiment. I have a few ideas I read in Penthouse forums we can try.
I guess you didn't like my crate idea. For a Liberian refugee, you're pretty nit-picky. Can't you just swim? I guess you're afraid of sharks too. Look, as long as you can out-swim Alfred, you'll have a fighting chance.
Is money really this important to you? As a Christian, you've already accepted Jesus as your savior. You're already rich in his eyes. All you really need is love. Would you like me to send you a copy of Watchtower magazine? I'm not a Jehovah Witness or anything-it's just that those bastards left one in my mailbox.
Please let me know how I can further assist you. I'm getting a woody just thinking about you.
All my love.
Rick
Alas, Mariam did not answer me.
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| Having Fun With A Spammer |
| 05.23.05 (2:48 pm) [edit] |
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I received a new version of the old Nigerian scam some time ago. I decided to have some fun with the spammer. The e-mail I received is in bold type below. My reply follows. Dear Friend, As you read this, I don't want you to feel sorry for me, because, I believe everyone will die someday. My name is BATES ALAN a merchant in Dubai, in the U.A.E.I have been diagnosed with Esophageal cancer. It has defiled all forms of medical treatment, and right now I have only about a few months to live, according to medical experts. I have not particularly lived my life so well, as I never really cared for anyone(not even myself)but my business. Though I am very rich, I was never generous, I was always hostile to people and only focused on my business as that was the only thing I cared for. But now I regret all this as I now know that there is more to life than just wanting to have or make all the money in the world. I believe when God gives me a second chance to come to this world I would live my life a different way from how I have lived it. Now that God has called me, I have willed and given most of my property and assets to my immediate and extended family members as well as a few close friends. I want God to be merciful to me and accept my soul so, I have decided to give alms to charity organizations, as I want this to be one of the last good deeds I do on earth. So far, I have distributed money to some charity organizations in the U.A.E, Algeria and Malaysia. Now that my health has deteriorated so badly, I cannot do this myself anymore. I once asked members of my family to close one of my accounts and distribute the money which I have there to charity organization in Bulgaria and Pakistan, they refused and kept the money to themselves. Hence, I do not trust them anymore, as they seem not to be contended with what I have left for them. The last of my money which no one knows of is the huge cash deposit of eighteen million dollars $18,000,000,00 that I have with a finance/Security Company abroad. I will want you to help me collect this deposit and dispatched it to charity organizations. I have set aside 10% for you and for your time. God be with you. BATES ALAN OH MY GOD! Bates Alan! Your story has left me in tears. It warms my heart to hear that you have seen the light and wish to make amends after living your life as a no good, wretched soul. It's nice to know that the good in you has won out and you are thinking of those less fortunate when you yourself are in your hour of need. I don't understand how your cancer has defiled all forms of medical treatment. It must be some kind of voodoo. You must have been a very bad man. Now all those women I've given herpes to will have to suffer, not to mention all those whiners with diseases and stuff. Oh wait! Did you mean defied, not defiled? Whew! I am truly honored that you'd choose me, a total stranger, to act as a liaison in this matter. And if you can't trust a perfect stranger with $18,000,000.00, who can you trust? Am I right? Shame on your family for their greed! Pig fuckers! But Bates Alan, wait...I bear great news! You won't believe this, but I too was diagnosed with Esophageal cancer that wouldn't respond to even the most aggressive of treatments. Then one day, I shoved a pineapple up my bum, and it went away. Please don't ask why I did such a thing-that's another story. The important thing is that I was cured and maybe you can be too. God works in mysterious ways. Now if only I can find a way to remove the pineapple... But I digress. I imagine that once you too are cured, you will still be anxious to follow through with your charitable pledges and not go back to your wicked ways, so I eagerly await your next correspondence! God bless you, Bates Alan! Sincerely, Rick
I heard back from Bates Alan and here was his reply...
Dear Rick,
It is a thing of joy to receive your reply and to know that you are interested in assisting me in achieving my good deeds. I need you to be sincere and have the aim of the deed at heart. It is to assist the needy.
As I said in my previous mail, I have a short time left and I am in severe pains as I type you this mail. For this reason, I have forwarded all the documents that concern this transaction to my trusted lawyer, who resides in Europe.
You might still be wondering why I decided to contact you instead of using members of my family. I tried them earlier and they failed by converting the funds for their own use. This was when I was undergoing my last operation and they eventually thought I wouldn't make it because the doctors said the possibility of survival was slim. After the operation, I discovered that the funds were not used as I instructed. I couldn't do anything about it because they are my family members. I have decided to use a neutral fellow, who is God fearing and who also has the interest of man-kind at heart.
My state is so bad now and I don't know if I will still be alive to see this aim achieved but wherever I am, I will be happy if it is eventually achieved.
My friend, if you have the interest of the needy and you wish to assist is accomplishing this dream, come ferry with me in my canoe because it can accommodate two.
I decided to send you some picture by attachment.
As soon as you indicate interest, I will give you contact of my lawyer in Europe, so that you can carry on the transaction with him.
Hope to get your support.
BATES Alan.
And he sent pictures of himself.
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Here was my response to Bates Alan...
Dear Bates Alan, I was worried when my first attempt to contact you failed. Your mailbox was full. You must have many, many loving and caring friends concerned about your ailing health. Oh the joy I felt when my second attempt was successful! Can you be so kind as to send me the address of your hospital so I can send you a fruit basket? As far as ferrying in a canoe with you, I hope that that is not some kind of gay come on, Bates Alan. Sorry, I do not swing that way! Not that I find fault in those who choose such a lifestyle, but I am a straight man. I cried when I saw the state of your suffering in the pictures you sent, Bates Alan! May I ask who the fetching lady is by your bedside? Va va voom! I'd love to tap that ass! Forgive me if she is your loving wife. If so, would it be too forward of me to request your permission to contact her after you die? Of course I'd allow her a couple of weeks to properly grieve your loss first. Now on to the business at hand. I'm a little concerned about you having so much trust in your lawyer. I mean, what kind of incompetent boob must he be if he cannot fulfill the task of donating your money to charity himself? You say he is in Europe...would he happen to be Polish, by chance? Of course I have the interests of the needy at heart. I'd hate to see them deprived of your riches. And I have to admit I could use the $1.8 million commission. That's an awful lot of lap dances! So please tell me how we proceed from here before you croak, Bates Alan. Respectfully, Rick
Sadly that was the end of our correspondence. I don't think he thought I was serious.
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| What you should know about rice |
| 05.18.05 (12:56 pm) [edit] |
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You know how nurses go around schools checking for nits and lice? They use these long sticks to comb through the kids' hair. They're kind of reminiscent of chopsticks, which the Chinese use to eat their staple food, rice. Rice grains themselves are small, not unlike lice, and the two are similar in shape. Come to think of it, the Chinese have an awful time pronouncing the letter "r" when speaking English, and it ends up being pronounced as an "l", making a word such as...ummm...let's say rice sound like lice. Just something to think about the next time you reach in the cupboard for a box of Uncle Ben's. I mean, there are other sources of carbohydrates, protein, fiber and vitamin E, you know?
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| Ten More Ways To Get An Elephant Into A Car |
| 05.11.05 (3:15 pm) [edit] |
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This one is for EvilEye because she likes elephants. I'd say it's more of an unhealthy infatuation, but who am I to judge? I actually wrote these many moons ago...
I stumbled across the homepage of two zany English schoolgirls and saw that they had brainstormed 62 Ways To Get An Elephant In A Car.
However, I think they forgot some of the more obvious ways to get an elephant into a car. Also, they did not specify whether we're talking about an Asian or an African elephant, so I'm rather limited as to how much help I can provide. Here we go anyway..
- Eat it. Then get in the car yourself.
- Borrow Monica Lewinsky's car. If she can get in, an elephant should be no problem.
- Empty the ashtrays and glove compartment to free up space.
- Put on a female elephant costume and pose seductively in the back seat. (From there, you're on your own!)
- Send the elephant to clown school. You can fit oodles of clowns into a clown car.
- Revoke its bus pass.
- Designate the inside of the car as an elephant graveyard.
- Pitch a Big Top tent in the car and open a circus.
- Drive the car into the elephant, then turn them inside out. (My head hurts trying to picture if it would actually work. It makes sense if you pop a couple of the blue pills first.)
- Think of how not to put an elephant in a car, then do the opposite.
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| Of Elephants And The Arts |
| 05.09.05 (4:17 pm) [edit] |
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You know, not once have I seen an elephant while visiting an art gallery. I'm not referring to paintings and sculptures. I mean actual elephants. This only leads me to the conclusion that elephants just aren't patrons of the arts. Either that, or the doors aren't big enough for them to get in. I bet most architects don't even take that into consideration when building galleries. In this age where it's politically correct and even mandated by law to provide accessibility for one and all, they really have no excuse. You know, come to think of it, I don't recall ever seeing an elephant in a place of worship. Stupid atheist elephants. Screw them! Let them build their own art galleries.
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| Battling rays of death |
| 05.08.05 (12:17 pm) [edit] |
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I can understand being afraid of the dark. Although you're not really afraid of the lack of colour, but what might be lurking unseen in the darkness. But now with the depletion of the ozone layer, we must be wary of the light and especially rays of light we can't see that emit from the sun. Well, I have a solution to the ultraviolet ray problem. If we stick a series of prisms in our atmosphere and have the UV light refract through them to mix with the correct combination of green and red light that we can shine down and refract through separate prisms, having them merge to form a series of pink rays, no one will ever be struck by an ultraviolet ray again. And if somehow, these new pink rays turned out to be fatal, well...we'd pretty much be wusses and deserve to die, right? I mean, pink rays? Come on!
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| Metal Plate |
| 05.05.05 (2:19 pm) [edit] |
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I keep telling kids that it's not polite to laugh at people with plates in their heads. Then I stick another refrigerator magnet to my head and they can't help themselves.
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