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Not a Wire character, but possessed of the same doggedness and "world is mine" gangsta sensibility, is Teddy Bear the Porcupine. Do not get between this man and his corn, ya heard?
"Since these petitions are ignored apart from an occasional patronizing and inane political statement amounting to nothing more than a condescending pat on the head, we the signers would enjoy having the illusion of success." Democracy in action! A petition on We the People demands a vapid, condescending, meaningless, politically safe response. "Since no other outcome to this process seems possible, we demand that the White House immediately assign a junior staffer to compose a tame and vapid response to this petition, and never attempt to take any meaningful action on this or any other issue. We would also like a cookie."
With that (methoughts) a legion of foul fiends environed me, and howled in mine ears: By way of The Daily What, witness a rather amazing impressionist -- Jim Meskimen -- deliver Clarence's monologue from Richard III using 24 different celebrity voices, including Morgan Freeman, George Clooney, Richard Burton, and Woody Allen. I linked to Kevin Spacey doing impressions the other day on Twitter, but this fellow blows him out of the water.
As seen on Twitter and speaking of gifts from God: Surely this discovery has some sort of cosmic and spiritual significance, no? (Let's see the robots pull this one off.)
As seen on Twitter: In the most recursive moment to happen at a Starbucks since they opened a Starbucks in the Starbucks, Starbuck (Dirk Benedict) and Starbuck (Katee Sackhoff) enjoy a stogie at Starbucks. Is this in Starbuck, Washington or Starbuck, Minnesota, perhaps?
"Obi-Wan Kenobi 's demise is a defining moment in the stormtrooper-led fight against terrorism, a symbolic stroke affirming the relentlessness of the pursuit of those who turned against the Empire at the end of the Clone Wars. What remains to be seen, however, is whether it galvanizes Kenobi's followers by turning him into a martyr or serves as a turning of the page in the war against the Rebel Alliance and gives further impetus to Emperor Palpatine to step up Stormtrooper recruitment."
After twenty years, we finally got him: Obi-Wan Kenobi is dead. "When the end came for Kenobi, he was found not in the remote uncharted areas of Wild Space and the Unknown Regions, where he has long been presumed to be sheltered, but in a massive compound about an hour's drive west from the Tatooine capital of Bestine. He had been living under the alias 'Ben' Kenobi for some time."
The girls with kaleidoscope eyes? She's got Bette Davis eyes? Nope, worse, chicks with Steve Buscemi eyes -- Oddly nightmarish at times. (As seen at Quiddity and on the Twitter machine.)
Via a friend, and since the lousy news has been piling up of late, here's a moment of Zen: A slow loris enjoying some ritualistic tickling. (Don't try this at home, folks.)
"Goodnight, no-room. Goodnight, two moons. Goodnight, Shai-Hulud bursting out of the dune...Goodnight, sardaukar, and goodnight, gom jabbar." Building on a College Humor joke, Julia Yu brings to life the full Goodnight, Dune. "Goodnight spice flows everywhere."
"The time to put our most vulnerable and our most needy in space is now. We can't keep running from this problem, hoping it will go away. They have as much of a right to live in dignity and urinate in a specially designed suit built to withstand incredible heat and cold while protecting the body from violent and sudden changes in air pressure as anyone else."
Their timing isn't great, but The Onion strikes comedy gold again: The Money We Waste On NASA's Space Program Would Be Better Spent On Space Programs For The Poor. "I'm not talking about a handout, I'm talking about a hand up -- up 20,000 miles into space, where our nation's most desperate and destitute can gaze down on this big blue marble ball of clouds and dreams and be inspired to lift themselves out of poverty." (FWIW, my response to the space-is-wasted-money argument, when made seriously, is here.)
On the eve of the State of the Union -- Win the Future! -- the wags at Pleated Jeans compile a handy map of what each state desperately needs to work on. (By way of Blackpepper and Webgoddess.) "Whether it's a fat population, high rate of STDs or excessive tax rate, it turns out that every state ranks dead last in at least one unsavory category. Check out the map (click image to enlarge) to see what your state is the worst at, then review additional stats and references after the jump."
"Will, you are a d**k. You're godd**n right I was saving those plums for breakfast. Fine, it's not like they're my favorite food in the world, but I mean, they're a seasonal fruit, you scumbag. Buy your own food for a change. All you do is sit around the house all day writing about red wheelbarrows and junk."
Two recent columns that brought the chuckle somethin' fierce: McSweeney's "This is Just to Say That I'm Tired of Sharing an Apartment With William Carlos Williams," and The Onion's "Kid Ready To Start Playdating Again." "'I'm not looking to get into anything serious right away,' Gallagher said. 'I'm not necessarily ready to open up about my dreams of becoming a fireman or someday owning a trampoline, but it'll be nice not to be alone anymore.'"
"[E]very investment expert knows two truths about investing: 1) Past performance is no indication of future performance. 2) You need to consider a company's track record. Right, yes, those are opposites. And it's pretty much all that anyone knows about investing."
In the WSJ, Dilbert's Scott Adams makes the case for investing in thoroughly evil companies. "People ask me how it feels to take the side of moral bankruptcy. Answer: Pretty good! Thanks for asking. How's it feel to be a disgruntled victim?"
Much has been said of the Muppets of yore...In the venerable tradition of "I still think of you, Jim Henson," a pious Kermit the Frog gets more than he bargained for as the Muppets are mashed up with The Wicker Man (and I mean the creepy-great 1973 original, not the godawful Neil LaBute-Nicholas Cage stinker.)
I blither of the new stuff come to light!
Know ye she kidnapped herself? 'Tis true!
A lady happy fair, spurn'd, thou knowest,
In the parlance of our time, ne'er borrower
Nor lender be, to known nymphs and satyrs;
Yet I am well, I am well. She must feed
A wilderness of monkeys; occurr'st that?"
Forsooth, 'tis an admirable piece of work. By way of Return of the Reluctant, sojourn for awhile with Two Gentlemen of Lebowski, by one Adam Bertocci. Naught is bespoiled here, Knave.
"Instead, constructivists would posit that the zombie problem is what we make of it. That is to say, there are a number of possible emergent norms in response to zombies. Sure, there's the Hobbesian 'kill or be killed' end game that does seem to be quite popular in the movies. But there could be a Kantian "pluralistic anti-Zombie" community that bands together and breaks down nationalist divides in an effort to establish a world state."
Following up on this recent mathematical modeling study confirming the dire global ramifications of a zombie outbreak (naturally, the talk-radio right remains unconvinced), Daniel Drezner ponders the responses of various IR schools to World War Z. "Now, some would dispute whether neoconservatism is a systemic argument, but let's posit that it's a coherent IR theory...clearly, neoconservatives would argue, zombies hate us for our freedom not to eat other humans' brains."
"And, worst of all, they're eating all of our sand." A whole lot of B-movie crazy in the most recent trailer bin: Astronauts Ben Foster and Dennis Quaid awaken from hibernation to fight off what would appear to be Morlocks in the final trailer for Christian Alvart's Pandorum. (I originally thought this was going to be more of a "madness in deep space" psychological thriller. Now, it just looks bad.) Speaking of madness, Nicholas Cage returns to full-Vampires' Kiss mode -- and tries to out-Keitel Keitel -- in the trailer for Werner Herzog(!)'s Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans, also with Eva Mendes, Xzibit, and Val Kilmer. And hope of mankind John Conner (Christian Bale) tries to protect us all from a sinister invasion of robot toys in the clever mash-up trailer for Transforminators. It's funny because it's true.
"'Our nation finds itself in uncharted territory in the deep emptiness of space,' Obama announced. 'The Old Girl has limited supplies, no allies, and now, no hope. I never said this would be an easy journey. Yet I promise you this: There is a place where there is no war and no economic turmoil. It is where, according to the Sacred Scrolls handed down to us by the Lords of Kobol, the thirteenth tribe traveled over three thousand years ago. That place is called Earth. Not the other Earth. This Earth. It's complicated. Anyway, I plan to take us there.'"
Businessmen, they drink his wine: By way of my sis, word from The Onion is that President Obama has been depressed and distant ever since the BSG finale. "'I'm a little concerned,' first lady Michelle Obama was overheard saying at a fundraising event Tuesday. 'When Firefly was canceled, he walked around like a zombie for a week, and Serenity was the only thing that snapped him out of it.'"
Move over, dogs-playing-poker. A New Zealand ad company promotes the airing of the weaksauce AvP movies on SkyTV with some classic-yet-forgotten Alien v. Predator duels of yore. (See also the tetherball and chess matches -- Hopefully table tennis, foosball, and poker will get their day as well.)
Some fun links by way of other quality blogs:
I found this exchange particularly funny: "Gates told reporters he may have gotten off on the wrong foot with the new president, citing an occasion when Obama asked him what he knew about 1984's Secret Wars, a 12-issue limited Marvel release. Gates then handed a visibly confused Obama 1,400 classified pages on covert CIA operations in El Salvador. Later, the defense secretary attempted to find common ground with Obama by making casual references to the comic book Spawn. But the 44th president reportedly brushed him off with an abrupt laugh, saying, 'no one in [his] administration likes Spawn.'"
Well, sorry to hear of the dilemma, Mr. President. Perhaps (*cough cough*) hiring some progressive-minded fanboys (fanboy-minded progressives?) might've alleviated the situation...
Bret? Present. Jemaine? Present. Murray and Mel? Present. Figwit? Present. Ziggy-era Bowie? Present. The novelty-music paparazzi? Present. All the ladies in the world? Present. It sounds like everyone who's anyone is present and accounted for, so cue the second season premiere of Flight of the Conchords, now on FunnyorDie through the 21st (and appearing on HBO beginning January 18.) I haven't watched it yet, but i believe I'll do so directly.
By way of a high-school friend, Palin as President. As a big fan of Sam and Max and Monkey Island-type games, I for one am ecstatic to see pixel-hunting problem-solving now being applied to our lefty agitprop. (It reminds me of this still-great Dubya Infocom adventure.)
Separated at birth? Someone brave soul at LiveJournal dares to investigate the strange confluence of Christian Bale and Kermit the Frog. Now we know why Nolan picked him for The Prestige...[Via Quiddity.]
Some amusing pilfered links: Via The Late Adopter, watch every opening Simpsons couch gag, in just under 5 minutes. And, by way of all over the place (see Ted, The Oak, Supercres, Web Goddess, PCJM, etc.) do you know what Velcro, slinkies, Alaska, and Scientology have in common...?
"So you've managed to create AAA and BBB securities out of a pile of stinky, risky mortgage loans. Boss, you are a genius." By way of Web Goddess, the Subprime mortgage fiasco, explained with profane stick figures.
By way of my bro, Underground Online queries numerous celebrities and luminaries on the most pressing issue of our time: Who would win in a fight between a minotaur with a trident and a centaur with a crossbow? Those weighing in on the debate include David McCullough, Ridley Scott, Helen Mirren, Ed Harris, Marc Singer, and the Battlestar and Wire crews. I was asked before being shown the site, and you can count me in the centaur camp. Screw the dice: If this is happening outdoors and not in close quarters, ranged cavalry > heavy infantry (although admittedly there's something to be said for the existential Nolte thesis.)
By way of Bitten Tongue, the Peanuts characters take on the mantles of Watchmen. Charlie Brown with the power of Dr. Manhattan is a bit unnerving, and Linus seems like more of a Nite Owl-type, but Lucy as Silk Spectre and Schroeder as Ozy make perfect sense...and Rorschach is really just one bad day away from Joe Cool.
Also, via Quiddity and in keeping with the GitM theme, the plight of Pac Man gets reconfigured as a Tale of the Black Freighter. Game over, yellow fella.
A belated happy St. Patrick's Day to you and yours.
"Barack is qualified. Personally, I want to know what qualifies Hillary Clinton to be the next president. Is it because she was married to the president? If that was the case, then Robin Givens would be the heavyweight champion of the world." Tina Fey had her say. Now, it's her 30 Rock co-star Tracy Morgan's turn. I think you can guess which side I come down on.
"We can't deny the facts, people. All we will get by electing an African-American is Texas-size space particles crashing into the Earth's surface, mega-tsunamis that barrel into the Appalachian Mountains, and 6.6 billion dead people." Howard Wolfson, take notes: By way of The Oak, The Onion preempts a potential Clinton campaign line of attack: "Do We Really Want Another Black President After The Events Of Deep Impact?" "I'm not suggesting that President Freeman was directly responsible for the creation of the Wolf-Beiderman comet or its Earth-bound path. That would be ridiculous. What I am saying is that under the watch of a black man that comet destroyed the entire Eastern seaboard. So, if history is any indicator, a vote for Barack Obama in 2008 is essentially a vote for the complete and total obliteration of the human race."
Jesse Dylan, will.i.am, and their legion of photogenic hopemongers no longer have a monopoly on the feel-good musical speechifying. Now it's John McCain's turn. 12008? Good luck with that in November... (Via TPM.)
"Cheering and screaming! Every Sunday I would cheer and scream for what?! How can they do this! 13-3 and home field advantage and they lost to the f**king New York Giants!...ELI SUCKS!" How did William Shirer miss this? As seen at TNR: From deep within his bunker, Adolf Hitler laments the Dallas Cowboys' season. Perhaps in poor taste, as jokes making light of the Nazis often are, but still, I found this pretty doggone funny. (And it brought back fond memories of Mr. Bimmler.)
On my way out of There Will Be Blood, I thought the ludicrous ending might've spawned a goofy catchphrase, and this song was the first thing that came to mind. Sure enough, someone's taken that ball and ran with it. Draaaaainage! (See also I Drink Your Milkshake!, via THND.) Update: More of the same.
This site's been languishing in the bookmarks for a good while now, but that doesn't make it any less hilarious. By way of mkh at Hidden City, Someecards.com, for "when you care enough to hit send." It's got exemplary Onion-like ecards for almost any occasion, and many, many ways to express the inexpressible. Hallmark, you are in a world of pain.
By way of Quiddity, some enterprising soul has compiled the top fifteen most embarrassing photos of Dubya. (Honorable mentions here.) I'd probably have changed the order up (the Katrina guitar pic should be higher) and thrown in a few more (Dubya flipping the Segway, for example.) But, otherwise, well-played.
By way of Ted at The Late Adopter, a bunch of 1940's D-listers reminisce about the Depression Decade, VH-1 style, in I Love the '30's. Hey, isn't that one of the Sonic guys? (The married one, not these two.)
"How could any pilot shoot a missile into a 2 meter-wide exhaust port, let alone a pilot with no formal training, whose only claim to fame was his ability to 'bullseye womprats' on Tatooine? This shot, according to one pilot, would be 'impossible, even for a computer.' Yet, according to additional evidence, the pilot who allegedly fired the missile turned off his targeting computer when he was supposedly firing the shot that destroyed the Death Star. Why have these discrepancies never been investigated, let alone explained?" By way of Triptych Cryptic, Uncomfortable Questions: Was the Death Star Attack an Inside Job? True, it's not as devastatingly on point as The Onion's recent Bush Refuses to Set Timetable for Withdrawal of Head from White House Banister ("I am going to finish what I set out to accomplish here, no matter how unpopular my decision may be, or how much my head hurts while stuck between these immovable stairway posts.") Still, decently amusing nonetheless...I was sold on it by the pic of Palpatine reading My Pet Bantha.
It doesn't seem to play nice with Internet Explorer at all, but this parody mash-up, Dylan Hears a Who: Seuss via Zimmerman -- sent via my sister Tes -- is definitely worth checking out. The joke aside, whoever put this together did a great job of capturing that vintage Dylan sound -- I particularly like the "Ballad of a Thin Man"'ed up version of "Miss Gertrude McFuzz," but all seven tracks are surprisingly catchy and on point. Huzzah.
The freewheelin' Bob Dylan has a lot to answer for in this intermittently amusing Post Show send-up of Dylan's No Direction Home. Admittedly, this guy's singing-Bob impression is pretty funny. (By way of Tes.)
Via Ed Rants and The House Next Door, some wag has distilled the essence of Neil LaBute's lousy Wicker Man remake into two minutes of sheer ridiculousness. I kinda wish I had seen it like this.
Also (sorta) in the trailer bin, Tom Hanks. Is. Bond. (By way of my sister Tessa.)
"It's a very funny movie. You have to laugh at it now. But at the time, we were just glad to get rid of him." Also in Salon, a handy guide to what's real and what's not in Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan.
By way of my sister Tessa, a robotic gastronome determines human flesh tastes exactly like bacon (or possibly prosciutto.) Sigh...I was afraid of this. Once the machines acquire the taste, we're all in deep, deep trouble. Or have they already figured it out, and cubicle culture is really just an attempt by the mechs to fatten us up for harvest? Hmmm...is it too late to install a vegetarian subroutine?
"The committee concurred that Dr. Jones does seem to possess a nearly superhuman breadth of linguistic knowledge and an uncanny familiarity with the history and material culture of the occult. However, his understanding and practice of archaeology gave the committee the greatest cause for alarm." One sad note amid all the excellent election news: Despite the best efforts of Dean Marcus Brody, Indiana Jones has been denied tenure at Marshall College. (By way of The Late Adopter.)
"I knew what it was right away, because I remember Stanley talking about 'Lunatic.' He was always saying he wished he knew where it was, because it was such a great idea." Apparently, there's a movement afoot to make a "lost" Stanley Kubrick film, Lunatics at Large. Hey, this could be great news for thespian Brian Atene... (2nd link via Ed Rants/LMG.)
Is it any wonder I reject you first? David Bowie rips up Ricky Gervais on Extras. And, while I'm snarfing arch Youtube links from Ed Rants, see also Kirk and Spock get "Closer," in the Trent Reznor sense. (Some profanity...but you've probably heard the song by now.)
He's a smooth operator, it's time we cut him down to size. The indignities of dial-up being what they are, I have yet to see the whole thing. Still, this Monty Python-ish and Dubya'ed up remix video for Depeche Mode's version of "John the Revelator" seems worth a look-see, DM fan or no. Update: Thanks to a brief and random wireless connection, I watched it all. (Poor Tony Blair.) Ok, the Revelations bit at the end is a bit shrill, and Afghanistan is not Iraq, but I did like the crusader outfit and particularly the 7x7x7 cube of lies.
Some amusing links via other blogs: Pureboredom offers an appreciation of John Hughes soundtracks, with a number of worthy mp3s available for download (via Freakgirl), and Webgoddess points the way to this slew of decently funny motivational posters. We're going to need more monkeys.
By way of a friend in the program, it's the NYT through right-wing eyes. Well, that explains a few things.
By way of other, more frequently updated blogs, some amusing links to wile away the hours: the Curb Your Enthusiasm soundboard [LMG], the Emperor takes an important call [DangerousMeta], and Your Own Personal Samuel [Webgoddess] Use 'em at your own risk.
"Colbert stepped farther through the looking glass by editing Wikipedia's 'Stephen Colbert' entry during his show. He railed against the Encyclopedia Britannica's assertion that George Washington owned slaves. 'If I want to say he didn't, that's my right,' Colbert said. On Wikipedia's "George Washington" entry, the following phrase appeared at the end: 'In conclusion, George Washington did not own slaves.'" The inimitable Stephen Colbert sends his legions against Wikipedia. (Via Now This.)
Let my Cameron go. By way of Lots of Co. and Quiddity, and in keeping with the Shining remix of last year, here's the new trailer for Ten Things I Hate About Commandments. Looks totally Biblical.
"'We are engaged in a battle with people who hate our team and our way of playing basketball,' Thomas said in an interview Tuesday. 'We cannot afford to second-guess ourselves. You are either with the New York Knicks or you are against them.'" It is as we feared. As The Onion reports, Isaiah Thomas has no exit strategy for the New York Knickerbockers.
Will Deadwood be dead wood after three
"The Grail Stakeholder will be allowed one sip from the vessel of a beverage of the Grail Stakeholder's choosing, which beverage to be provided by the Grail Stakeholder at the Grail Stakeholder's sole expense. The Grail Stakeholder may thereby gain eternal life and the healing of all physical ailments. However, because the Grail Finders cannot be held responsible for the mysterious powers of the Grail and all that, the Grail Finders shall not be held responsible for any failure on the part of the Holy Grail to give eternal life to the Grail Stakeholder, or to alleviate physical ailments, and the Grail Stakeholder hereby warrants to make no claims of any kind against the Grail Finders in the event of such failure." Looking for a long-term investment? Here's your chance to own a 2% equity share in the Holy Grail, courtesy of punk rocker and Grail-seeker Rat Scabies. (As sent along by my friend Aimee.)
"I believe that the government that governs best is a government that governs least, and by these standards we have set up a fabulous government in Iraq." In a must-watch (or at least must-read) event, the inimitable Stephen Colbert took it to Dubya hard at last night's White House Correspondent's dinner, and Bush, according to press reports, was not amused. Great stuff throughout:
* "I believe in pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps. I believe it is possible -- I saw this guy do it once in Cirque du Soleil. It was magical. And though I am a committed Christian, I believe that everyone has the right to their own religion, be it Hindu, Jewish or Muslim. I believe our infinite paths to accepting Jesus Christ as your personal savior."
* "Now, I know there's some polls out there saying this man has a 32% approval rating. But guys like us, we don't pay attention to the polls. We know that polls are just a collection of statistics that reflect what people are thinking in 'reality.' And reality has a well-known liberal bias...Sir pay no attention to the people who say the glass is half empty, because 32% means it's 2/3 empty. There's still some liquid in that glass is my point, but I wouldn't drink it. The last third is usually backwash."
* "I stand by this man. I stand by this man because he stands for things. Not only for things, he stands on things. Things like aircraft carriers and rubble and recently flooded city squares. And that sends a strong message, that no matter what happens to America, she will always rebound with the most powerfully staged photo ops in the world."
* "I'm sorry, but this reading initiative. I've never been a fan of books. I don't trust them. They're all fact, no heart. I mean, they're elitist telling us what is or isn't true, what did or didn't happen. What's Britannica to tell me the Panama Canal was built in 1914. If I want to say it was built in 1941, that's my right as an American. I'm with the president, let history decide what did or did not happen. The greatest thing about this man is he's steady. You know where he stands. He believes the same thing Wednesday, that he believed on Monday, no matter what happened Tuesday."
* "But the rest of you, what are you thinking, reporting on N.S.A. wiretapping or secret prisons in Eastern Europe? Those things are secret for a very important reason, they're superdepressing. And if that's your goal, well, misery accomplished. Over the last five years you people were so good over tax cuts, W.M.D. intelligence, the effect of global warming. We Americans didn't want to know, and you had the courtesy not to try to find out. Those were good times, as far as we knew."
* "But, listen, let's review the rules. Here's how it works. The President makes decisions, he's the decider. The Press Secretary announces those decisions, and you people of the press type those decisions down. Make, announce, type. Put them through a spell check and go home. Get to know your family again. Make love to your wife. Write that novel you got kicking around in your head. You know, the one about the intrepid Washington reporter with the courage to stand up to the administration. You know, fiction."
* "I mean, nothing satisfies you. Everybody asks for personnel changes. So the White House has personnel changes. Then you write they're just rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. First of all, that is a terrible metaphor. This administration is not sinking. This administration is soaring. If anything, they are rearranging the deck chairs on the Hindenburg."
* "See who we've got here tonight. General Mowsly, Air Force Chief of Staff. General Peter Pace. They still support Rumsfeld. You guys aren't retired yet, right? Right, they still support Rumsfeld."
* "Jesse Jackson is here. I had him on the show. Very interesting and challenging interview. You can ask him anything, but he's going to say what he wants at the pace that he wants. It's like boxing a glacier. Enjoy that metaphor, because your grandchildren will have no idea what a glacier is." (Note: YouTube has smaller clips, too.)
So maybe this is why Berk can't stand the droid...experience yet another freeloadin', Magnolia Bakery-filled day in the life of a NYC Roomba. (Via High Industrial.)
Hmmm, why do I always feel like the Met is missing something? Wait, that's it...fine art needs more robots! Ah, that's much better.
(By way of Quiddity.)
Man, you should have seen them kicking Scott McClellan. In related news, "I'm the Decider," to the tune of I am the Walrus." (Where did I find this? The walrus was Paul.)
"This is about camaraderie. It's about teamwork, but most of all it's about history. It's really about knowing your roots. I mean, kids today, they're reading about Wolverine's clone sister. What the hell is that about?" The Secret Wars Re-Enactment Society (By way of Do You Feel Loved?) For old-school comic fans, this is worth seeing for the Kang and Ultron costumes alone. (And, as Chris noted, the payoff is pretty funny too.)
"People should not be 'fraid of cookie. Cookies should be 'fraid of people." Guy Fawkes, meet Crazy Harry. By way of my sister, experience Jim Henson's uncompromising vision of the future, C for Cookie.
In case you missed it, last week Comedy Central's fake news went academic: By way of The Naked Tree and various other sources, The Daily Show's inimitable Rob Corddry delved into racismism (racism against racists) with Columbia's own Manning Marable and Eric Foner. And, soon thereafter, that Apostle of Truthiness, Stephen Colbert, sat down with Harvard's resident throwback, Harvey Mansfield, to discuss the manly virtues. Harvey, go make me a sandwich.
Happy April Fool's Day, y'all. Since I'm feeling lazy, I guess I'll recycle Toast in the Machine for the sixth year in a row. But funnier, fresher stuff can be found elsewhere: Google gets into online dating, Bradlands goes Madlands, Fluxblog self-promotes, and the Museum of Hoaxes offers the Top 100 April Fool's Day Hoaxes of all Time. Update: Wikipedia has a list of the day's hoaxes. (Via FmH.)
Costumes for Roombas. (Via Quiddity.) Unfortunately, I don't think that slinky french maid number is going to rectify Berk's outstanding issues with the vac-droid.
After winning Empire Magazine's Best Picture award, PJ offers up a slow-loading and decently funny King Kong blooper reel, which includes several F-bombs, a chronically mumbling Jack Black, and the missing "Back to New York" scene. Update: Try here instead.
Now bidding for the 2014 Winter Olympics (past the deadline), Hoth. That'll never work. Even notwithstanding the wampa attacks, the tauntauns would freeze before they reached the first marker. (By way of Webgoddess.) Update: In very loosely related news, Landocalrissian Butler? (Via Cheesedip)
In keeping with LEGO's recent renaissance as an font of funny memes (this link via pretty much everywhere), check out these LEGO'd video game screens (by way of Lotta.)
"> EXAMINE CHAIRS
They are two several chairs arranged around the center of the room, along with two couches. Under one couch you find Clinton's shoes.
> FILL SHOES
You are unable to fill Clinton's shoes."
This may be the funniest political Internet post I've seen since the Cheney poker game: By way of WebGoddess and from the brain of Defective Yeti, it's the George W. Bush text adventure. Beware of lurking grues, special prosecutors, and that goshdarned Constitution.
Wonder upon wonders, SNL actually had a decently funny sketch the other night (at least if you're both fanboy and Beastie-inclined): Lazy Sunday (a.k.a. The Chronic!-les of Narnia)...cause Mr. Pibb & Red Vines = crazy delicious. Update: It's a phenomenon.
"I think right now we're trying in these next five episodes that we're filming -- it's blatant that we're begging people to view the show. Like Ron Howard will say something like, 'Please tell your friends to watch this show.' We're just desperate at this point." Here Comes Trouble points the way to an extensive interview with Michael Cera, a.k.a. Arrested Development's George Michael, on the show and its unfortunately probable early cancellation.
I've fallen behind on the movie reviews -- so this one might be brief. As a nightcap (and highbrow/lowbrow change-up) to Ballets Russes on Friday, I also partook of Jesus is Magic, comedienne Sarah Silverman's new concert film. And, while it has some decently amusing moments amid the live footage, this doesn't feel like a movie so much as a glorified HBO special, particularly once you factor in the egregiously unfunny songs and skits included to pad out the material. Silverman is an endearing presence (even given the 9/11, Holocaust, and ethnic jokes) with impeccable comic timing, but she eventually wears out her welcome here in Jesus is Magic.
So, in case you haven't heard of her (or didn't see her in The Aristocrats), Silverman's schtick in a nutshell is "cute, well-mannered, narcissistic girl saying vile and horrifying things," and most of the humor comes from either the shock of her words or the disconnect between her looks and her material. And Silverman does have some funny lines along the way, if you're ok with her anything-goes style of humor: She remembers 9/11 as "devastating...especially for me, because it happened to be the exact same day I found out that a soy chai latte was, like, 900 calories." To motivate her niece, she tells her " that every time she loses at tag, an angel gets AIDS," and that "when God gives you AIDS...make LemonAIDS."
From vanity Holocaust tattoos (her aunt's was "Bedazzled") to racist jokes ("I don't care if you think I'm racist, I just want you to think I'm thin."), Silverman shows again and again that she's more than willing to veer over into tastelessness and back again for the sake of a laugh. But, after awhile, one gets the sense that there's little more to her persona than shock value. When other comics invoke racial stereotypes -- Richard Pryor and Chris Rock come to mind -- it's often as much about social commentary as it is about the joke at hand. But Silverman just seems to let social taboos do all the work -- her gags don't go anywhere, and the only thing funny or resonant about them is the "Did she really just say that?" factor. Throw in the lame songs, most of which are even worse than an after-the-musical-guest SNL skit, and Jesus is Magic ends up being rather a unmagical theater experience. Like I said, this might've worked as a decent HBO comedy special, but it's not a movie by any stretch of the imagination, filthy or not.
Bad news for the Bluths: Despite its critical acclaim and multiple Emmy wins, Fox has cut Season 3 of Arrested Development from 22 to 13 episodes. I caught up with the show recently on DVD, and it's definitely the funniest thing on TV this side of Curb Your Enthusiasm. That being said, it doesn't exactly reward casual viewing, so I can see why it's having trouble at its current slot. Well, maybe it'll find a more suitable home on one of the cable networks.
The World of Fellowship of the Ringcraft, a.k.a. Tolkien meets Worlds of Warcraft. I haven't played WoW or any other MMORPG myself, but this is still pretty funny if you've done any sort of online gaming. (Via Triptych Cryptic.)
Also in a Halloween-ish vein, rocketeer and robot designer Will McCarthy speculates on how to re-animate the dead. The answer? "Zombochrondria." (Via Follow Me Here.)
"No, this program is dedicated to you, the heroes!...And who are the heroes? The people who watch this show -- average, hardworking Americans. You're not the elites, you're not the country club crowd. I know for a fact that my country club would never let you in. But you get it! And you come from a long line of it-getters!" Reviews come in grippy for the first installment of The Colbert Report, Comedy Central's answer to The O'Reilly Factor. His opening monologue (at the official site) is well-worth watching.
"Even a criminal like myself is shocked that millions are not able to get health insurance and cannot pay for basic surgery. Who are these power brokers that allow the pigpen to become wormy and filthy? I demand your very lives, but I am not such an imbecile as to institutionalize suffering and poverty. You have my assurance that this shall change swiftly." Three years to go and the 2008 slate is already filling up. For the Dems: Hillary, Biden, Bayh, Warner, and Feingold. For the GOP: Frist, McCain, and Brownback. And, although Chris Walken first seemed to have the Indy vote locked up (let's face it, Cthulu's missed His shot), word is the inimitable General Zod is now coming on strong. Hmmm. I could definitely see him pulling a Stockdale at some point in the debate. (By way of LinkMachineGo.)
So that's why David Brent grooves so remarkably well...apparently, Ricky Gervais of The Office and Extras was in a New Wave band called Seona Dancing. I must say, he looks very Spandau Ballet...but at least he didn't get stuck with the grotesque '80s hair. (Via Quiddity.)
In today's trailer bin, struggling writer Jack Nicholson learns a little something about love, life, and family at the Overlook Hotel in the must-see heartwarming comedy of the year, Shining. (Via Lots of Co & Freakgirl.)
"'What makes evolution a scientific explanation is that it makes testable predictions,' Lander said. 'You only believe theories when they make non-obvious predictions that are confirmed by scientific evidence...Evolution is a way of understanding the world that continues to hold up day after day to scientific tests.''" As a Pennsylvania court weighs anew the constitutionality of adding creationism to biology curricula, scientists (again) try to explain how evolution differs from claptrap like intelligent design -- namely, that evolution produces hypotheses that are empirically verifiable (particularly in these heady days of genetic manipulation.) Well, yes...but what of the Pastafari? Why are we so eager to keep schoolchildren in the dark about the benedictory influence of His noodly appendage?
FYI, Medley has birddogged a great Dubya lightbulb joke...
Via a friend in the program, Google maps the moon to commemorate the 36th anniversary of Apollo 11.
As feared, Paramount axes the Watchmen movie. My reaction is very similar to Megg's concerning Ratner on X3...Fortunately, the Dark Lord of the Sith can empathize.
"The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities, some considered to be...unnatural." Along those lines, Darth Vader has an uncanny knack for reading minds (with the aid of the Burger Moff) in this decent online version of Twenty Questions. (Via Tessa.)
Oh, a sarcasm detector. That's a really useful invention.
Crying while Eating. So much food, so many reasons... (including winning this hit-counting contest, which is why the site was created.)
"It was a different time, 1957 or '58. America's love affair with racism was in full swing. NASA was no exception." Ted at The Late Adopter sends along a sordid tale of cosmic achievement and racial injustice in this award-winning documentary on The Old Negro Space Program, a film not by Ken Burns.
By way of my sister Tessa, Admiral Motti gets caught mouthing off again. Silly Admiral, you should've known there was an outside chance that he'd now be more powerful than you can possibly imagine.
By way of Quiddity, it's everyone's favorite parlor game, PeggJongg! I'm with the folks who think Simon Pegg (of Spaced and Shaun of the Dead) might make for a decent Rorschach in The Watchmen, but, after trying to beat this a few times, I gotta say, it might be awhile before I feel like seeing his face again. Update: Speak of the devil, Pegg talks Rorschach. Update 2: Even more Peggness -- the man of the hour will team up with Brendan Fraser and Woody Harrelson for Three Bad Men.
"I can't get married - I'm a thirty-year-old boy." By way of The Late Adopter, Fight Club is finally explained to everyone's satisfaction -- it was meant to be a sequel to Calvin & Hobbes.
Sigh...it's time to face facts. I'm a failure as an American historian. All that time spent reading big, high-falutin' books, and I could only muster 3 out of 7 Presidential Haircuts the first time around? Oof, the ignominy. (By way of my sis.)
This will just seem bizarre if you never caught the original meme (or, alternatively, its TTT incarnation)...but, via my sister Tessa, here's what might have happened had Harry Potter been assigned to Hufflepuff...
A young Jedi named Darth Tater, who was a pupil of mine until he
turned to evil, helped Chick-Fil-A hunt down and destroy the Jedi
Taters...he's more machine now than potato, twisted and evil. (Ok, sorry, I couldn't help myself -- Still, I kinda like the look of Darth Potatohead here.)
Somebody tell Tuscon. "The State Department is insisting that, contrary to the impression you might get from all that vitriol spewed by Sacha Baron Cohen's character Borat Sagdiyev on 'Da Ali G Show,' Kazakhstan is not a 'a wild den of misogynistic dog-shooting Gypsy- and Jew-haters,' as faux Kazakh journalist Borat once put it, but rather a perfectly nice country with little record of anti-Semitism."
By way of Quiddity, Film Threat examines the uncanny correlation between Republican administrations and excellent zombie movies. You do the math. (Adding fuel to the fire, the new Romero, Land of the Dead, is set for October 21.)
FYI for those of you with wheels to spare - Apparently, Obi-Wan's in the market for a ride.
Damn, it feels good to be a scoundrel...By way of the slightly relocated Lots of Co., and because the world demanded it, here's an amateur Geto Boys video ("Mind Playin' Tricks on Me") done with Star Wars figures. As you'd probably expect, some harsh language herein, so keep the sound down in your workplace.
By way of Boing Boing, a collection of text-adventure responses to cursing. Should bring back some memories, even if Infocom is woefully underrepresented.
"On a bright sunny day at the end of the Third Age of Middle Earth, a new unelected king was crowned. His name? Aragorn, son of Arathorn. How did it all happen? Was it all just a dream? I mean, it looked real enough. The guys with the pointed ears were there, the short guys with beards were there, even those weird little hobbit guys were there. Who were these people, this elitist group of carnival freaks who wanted to control the fate of Middle Earth?" I can't say I much agree with its politics, and the same basic joke was made in this McSweeney's piece last year. Still, the Michael Moore parody Fellowship 9/11 is for the most part pretty clever, and worth watching...if nothing else than to see a mean Brad Dourif impression and to hear Gandalf the Grey croon "Let the Eagle Soar."
Perhaps John Woo can take a cue from the Coens...By way of Quiddity, it's Masters of the Universe meets The Big Lebowski, and it appears Skeletor was a founding member of Autobahn. Pretty profane, Dude, and unsafe for work.
"When I was born, the doctor came into the waiting room and said to my father, "I'm sorry. We did everything we could, but he pulled through." Pull through he did...alas, until today. R.I.P. Rodney Dangerfield 1921-2004.
"'A good war is based on honor, not deception," says K'tok (Earth name: Clyde Lewis), a 40-year-old Klingon from Lair Hill.'" Finally, some good news on the political front...Kerry is winning handily among Portland-area Klingons. Hopefully, they can offset Dubya's considerable pull with the Ferengi in and around Salem.(By way of Usr/Bin/Girl.)
Via Webgoddess, The paths of Charley, Francis, and Ivan cross-checked against Election 2000. Coincidence? Well, the Lord works in mysterious ways.
"Q: Do you think it's weird that talk radio is all right all the time? A: No, it's not weird. Because liberal people don't need to hear their view expressed over and over again. I think some people on the right need to hear this constant reinforcement, whereas I don't find that necessary." Jay Leno comes out as a lefty to LA Weekly. But, sadly, he also seems to harbor minimal faith in the transformative power of comedy...Ever heard of the Daily Show, Jay?
Bad form, I know, but this week's Onion is particularly amusing. Take, for example, Hundreds Of Republicans Injured In Rush To Discredit Kerry. "'It's bad down here,' Savannah (GA) General Hospital director Lloyd Sautner said. 'We were still treating hurricane victims when all these politicians were hurt in the whirlwind of manufactured controversy.'" I also liked Bush Campaign More Thought Out Than Iraq War and Terry Gilliam's Barbeque Plagued by Production Delays.
"'Do not resist one who is evil, but if anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other.' CAN WE TRUST JESUS TO FIGHT THE WAR ON TERROR?" Via Mad Magazine and Eschaton, If Dubya was running against Jesus. Y'know, this is just the type of tax-and-spend fringe-lefty liberalism we've come to expect from hippy-dippy longhairs like Christ.
I also found this grisly pic of Angry Cheney on Looka (and Eschaton), and it reminded me of something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. But, while walking Berkeley this evening, it came to me. In fact, I think I might just have figured out the inspiration behind Karl Rove's whole two-faced strategy:
And, just to round out the meme...
(Pics via HalloweenTown. And a similar take on the Zellout can be found here, also via Eschaton.) Update: The Zellout also brought to mind this, but I ultimately thought it was a disservice to poor Bilbo. He wasn't that far gone in Rivendell.
"'Let me tell you what I think makes someone unfit for duty,' Kerry said. 'Misleading our nation into war in Iraq makes you unfit to lead this nation. Doing nothing while this nation loses millions of jobs makes you unfit to lead this nation. Letting 45 million Americans go without health care makes you unfit to lead this nation. Letting the Saudi royal family control our energy costs makes you unfit to lead this nation. Handing out billions [in] government contracts without a bid to Halliburton while you're still on their payroll makes you unfit.'" It's about freakin' time we got some push-back...now just wait until the Pleasure Boat Captains for Truth ads start airing.
Besides being one of the savviest television newsmen in the business today (which, admittedly, is a terribly low bar), The Daily Show's Stephen Colbert is also an LotR fanboy (and a South Carolinian to boot.) There's strength left in the world of men.
Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew...the bizarre LotR-themed "Taters Song" now has its own Flash-y video. Well, I guess it helps pass the time 'til the Extended Edition trailer (which is currently rumored to drop on Friday.) Update: Ok, well, clearly Friday was wrong. The new buzz is at Dragon*Con over Labor Day weekend.
"The Coens turned down requests to be interviewed about the cult of 'The Big Lebowski,' which is frankly infuriating: I did not watch my buddies die facedown in the muck to be blown off by too-cool, insular, press-shunning elitists." Via All About George, David Edelstein checks in on The Dude, in anticipation of this weekend's Lebowskifest. Edelstein, you are entering a world of pain.
Two fanboy icons get the Remix treatment...First, Tyler Durden gets all Tekken up in here with Fight Club: The Game. (Hmm, sadly, it looks Ikea-Nesting-Instinct-lame.) Meanwhile, Kirk & co. get their funk on in this strange ad for the Star Trek Original Series DVD. Well, it's definitely more fun than an Odd-numbered Trek.
He's gonna keep drinking til he can't move a toe... By way of Web Goddess, see if you can get the drunk Swiss guy home. I've found it easier if you don't move your hand too much.
I'm sayin' bro! This has been making the rounds lately, but I believe I caught it first over at Forty Two: Rock Paper Saddam. As Bush and Blair will no doubt soon emphasize, WMD or no, Saddam's RPS skills are seriously suspect.
Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew...
In honor of President's Day (and by way of LinkMachineGo and WebGoddess), it's every politically-minded fanboy's favorite party game, Bush or Palpatine? Their overconfidence is their weakness.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't. By way of my sis-in-law Lotta, the Hamlet text adventure game. How cool is this? I look forward to playing it through once I finish up my freelance work. Here's a tip...don't jump out of Ophelia's window. Update: Ok, I got distracted and went ahead and beat the game. It's pretty clever, except for one really dumb and annoying puzzle that involves screaming a word in a theater. I used the hint to beat it...and the author basically admits that he intended it that way. Oh well, other than that one hiccup, it's great text-adventure fun.
By way of Value Judgment, the 20 Most Annoying Conservatives of 2003. Partisan? Oh, hell yeah, and funny to boot. And it's also where I found this ridiculous link about the GOP trying to kick FDR off the dime. Look, if you're going to put Reagan on the currency, it only makes sense to put him on one of the crazy big bills, and by that I mean something larger than a ten. The way Ronnie squandered our nation's money during his eight years in office, placing him on anything less than the $1000 would be an affront to his vaunted "legacy." Update: Even Nancy's against it.
Smeagol and Gollum try their handseses on hip-hop. Can a collaboration with Pharrell be far behind? (Via Quiddity.)
Try your hand at Presidential Whack-a-Pol, via Slate. Alas, you can't win a kewpie doll...only a Commander-in-Chief.
George W. Bush pens a poem to Laura. It's not exactly Profiles in Courage, is it?
Opus returns (by way of Now This.) Can a Billy and the Boingers re-u be far behind?
Dubya ventures to the Midwest to hype the jobless recovery in Kansas City, site of 10,000 recent telecom layoffs. Perhaps he'd do better to sell his tax writeoff plan for the wealthy to a swing state it's actually helped...that is, if he can find one. (In almost completely unrelated news, Doglover Dubya, via High Industrial.)
Thrill to the adventures of Arogon, Gandlof Foorgray, Gibley, and the Hoberts. My friend Giovanni sends along these Engrish TTT bootleg captions. The strength of the ring barrel is fading...
Mermaniac points the way to SILENCE! Silence of the Lambs: The Musical. Some profanity involved, but if you saw the movie you can probably take it.
Mmmm, pot noodles. You can keep your nasty chips...they're prrreciousss.
Another great link from Quiddity (If you're not reading her, you really should) - Modern Celebrities in Art, such as Lord Leighton's Portman here. The Rodin Tom Waits scares me.
Max of Lots of Co. points the way to this very fun movie production game. I'm proud to say my first film, a revolutionary war drama called Republic of Virtue and starring Harrison Ford and Kate Beckinsale (also featuring Colin Farrell, Clive Owen, Helen Mirren, and Maggie Gyllenhaal), went on to make over $100 million. Still, I should have cast the chimp.
Ever beholden to their wealthy masters, the House GOP try once again to permanently eliminate the estate tax. Thankfully, this probably won't pass the Senate, but you'd think someone on the Republican side of the House would remember the days of true conservatism and start thinking about balancing the budget, rather than granting further handouts to the filthy rich. A long shot, I know, particularly when you take a gander at the GOP economic team these days. (Ah, fun with Photoshop.)
Two fun links stolen from Quiddity today: Star Wars celebrity yearbooks and Skippy the Goth Kangaroo. "What's that, Skip? Lord Oberon, Darkness of the Night, has fallen down the well?"
Dobby?! Dobby's a $#%ing $&*@! Maybe it'll only appeal to fanboys and fangirls, but I thought this pottymouth Gollum bit from the MTV Movie Awards was the funniest thing I've seen in ages. Sounds like Smeagol's been reading the talkbacks at AICN.
"Now is not the time or the place to talk. It’s the time to order, and that’s exactly what we’re doing." Donald Rumsfeld orders breakfast at Denny's.
Grad students and history lovers take note: Plight of the Reluctant has devised the altogether fiendish Robert Caro drinking game. "Drink once if Caro describes Lyndon Johnson's stride...Drink once if LBJ's weight or face is mentioned," etc., etc. Thank goodness I was unaware of this amusement while slogging through The Power Broker.
Via Cheesedip and the Daily Show, President Dubya debates Governor Dubya on Iraq. Hmm...never thought I'd agree with Dubya on this issue, but there you have it. A must-watch.
And now the terrible Orcs invade Balin's tomb. Let's be clear about a few things here. The Orcs are fighting a war of self-defense against the invading Fellowship. They basically busted in on the Orcs' place here...One would think that if the Orcs were as bad as the corrupt Man-Elf coalition says, they would be a lot better at fighting. Via a friend of mine in the department, it's the lost Fellowship of the Ring commentary track by Noah Chomsky and Howard Zinn. Touché.
What's your pirate name? (Via Quiddity.) Black Davy Flint here. "Like anyone confronted with the harshness of robbery on the high seas, you can be pessimistic at times. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!" Ok, could be worse.
Ah, Spring, when a young man's thought turn to love...and bitterness. (Grotesque cartoon violence involved, if that sort of thing offends you.)
The inimitable Mr. Cranky is firing on all cylinders right now in his review of Iraq war coverage. (Via High Industrial.) Regarding Fox News, I'm surprised Dick Cheney doesn't call to tell them to tone it down a bit...it must drive the audio technicians nuts to keep having to pod down all that goose-stepping in the background. Mr. Cranky's been hit-or-miss as the years have gone by, but this piece is Onion-esque to the extreme.
Dave Chappelle previews Grand Theft Auto 4, and the graphics are definitely a step up.
Lego's Run, via Goatee Style. I'll betcha Gregory Harrison comes by to check the progress every day.
Let us spring up from out of our sober shells - We will soar like drunken eagles. A friend of mine passed along this collection of drinking hand signs, which look to be quite useful for crowded, noisy pub crawls.
THRILL to the adventure. MARVEL at the journey. EXPLORE worlds of wonder in (drumroll) Howard Hawks' Lord of the Rings. Starring Humphrey Bogart as Frodo, the courageous hobbit. Marlene Dietrich as the alluring elf queen. Orson Welles as the wise wizard horribly corrupted. And Peter Lorre as the sinister guide with a secret to tell. (Spoilers for those who haven't read the trilogy.)
"I can't remember - when Kissinger signs a government paycheck, does he use a ballpoint pen, or the bloody severed limb of an East Timorese child?" This Kissinger redux edition of Get Your War On is grisly, profane, and hilarious. (Via Looka and Follow Me Here.)
Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You? (Via Zippylog.) I'm not going to tell you which one mine was...who cares? I'm imaginary anyway.
If you haven't read or heard the Dubya and Condi Hu's on First? routine yet, go check it out over at Caught in Between. It's quite funny.
and make your own Bush speech. I wonder if this is the same interface they use to program the real Dubyabot.
Paging Fox News...LinkMachineGo has discovered a robot that randomly detects lefty media bias for you. This might just be the worst thing that's ever happened to Sean Hannity and Bill O'Reilly.
Randomly Generated Product Ideas, via A Small Victory. Two years ago, each of these products woulda had its own website.
Keep listening, Dubya. You just might learn a thing or two. (Via Absolute Piffle.)
If the past two days worth of TTT spoilers aren't enough for ya, check out this premium footage from Return of the King. We are your overlords, indeed. (Much more in this vein here.)
Speaking of the man in question, you can hear plenty of Homer quotables, not to mention Norman Bates, Samuel L. Jackson, and The Dude, over at Ebaumsworld (Via Thad.) Probably great for prank calls, if you're so inclined.
The Amazing George W, via PlasticBag. Can we get Cheney with the J. Jonah flattop?
Ever wonder how the Feebles got so depraved? Perhaps this explains it...Tales of the Plush Cthulu. (Via Lots of Co.)
Also from Genehack (What can I say, his links, as per usual, are butter), The Top 100 Things I'd Do
If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord. For example, No. 22: No matter how tempted I am with the prospect of unlimited power, I will not consume any energy field bigger than my head.
Who Would You Kill?, by way of Cheesedip.
Pop Culture Junk Mail passes along this great wedding trailer made by two betrothed New Yorkers. It's hilarious how well they got the syntax down.
The Beijing Evening News, China's most popular newspaper, slips on the Onion.
