February 2004: Fuck Everything, We’re Doing Five Blades
February 2005: Gillette Fusion ad debuts at Superbowl XL
2/8/2006
Milla wafer.
Kurt Wimmer, the director who convinced me some time ago that Christian Bale would be the perfect Batman, has created another clean, smooth, Orwellian future. If you haven’t already seen Equilibirum, make sure you remedy that. Don’t let the reviews fool you though; it’s not better than the original Matrix.
The only complaint I have with Wimmer’s directing style is that I’m not fond of the cheap-looking titles he uses; it lends a B-movie quality to the movie that sort of makes you feel like he doesn’t want you to truly respect his film, just let it wash over you and be forgotten. Maybe that is the point, but I think he should get some people like Peter Gifford at Universal Head, who pointed this trailer out to me, to show him how his titles and captions could stop pulling people out of the moment.
Anyway, this looks like one of those movies after which I’ll be doing all kinds of kung fu in the parking lot.
Ultraviolet; imagine Gattaca with less suspense, more vinyl and seemingly a lot of armor-shattering pistol whips.
2/7/2006
Chuck D. brings it once again.
Make Love, Fuck War, Public Enemy and Moby
Fingers in the air like you really give a damn,
Peace sign up, let me hear you say “Yeah!”
Power to the people, put your hands in the air,
Peace sign high like you really do care.
Rather be sittin’ just a gettin’ it
Power to the people, not the government.
Capitalists, communists, terrorists,
Swear to God, I don’t know the difference.
Making new slaves out of immigrants.
Wanna know where all the money went.
Another trillion spent by the government
Here the bomb go, sent by the president.
Power to the people, ’cause the people want peace!
Power to the people, ’cause the people want peace!
Tell the leaders they gotta feed us.
Grand theft oil gonna bleed us.
New World Order doesn’t need us.
Call for peace! Better heed us.
Dictators, human-haters
Hand on the bomb, masturbaters (MASS DEBATORS, according to official lyrics)
Finger on the button, infiltrators
Make Love, Fuck War! Peace will save us!
Power to the people, ’cause the people want peace!
Power to the people, ’cause the people want peace!
Menagerie.
This could not have been anticipated, nor more brilliant. While I could describe it to you, gentle reader, I think you’ll find yourself tickled by the surprise as I was. I promise it’s nothing offensive.
You laugh, but who laughs last?
Jack Black remains my hero after ten years of worship. He and Kage can be my two kings any day. And while I sometimes pride myself on my refinement when it comes to understanding the value of literature and film, Nacho Libre would still have my vote at the Oscars.
2/6/2006
Imagine Strong Bad saying “Holy Crap!”
It’s a mad, mad, mad, mad world.
Bettis will retire after tonight as the No. 5 career rusher in league history, 13,622 yards. He plans to develop a blighted 43-acre site on the Detroit River, constructing residences, a hotel and an entertainment complex. He reigns supreme as a humble Motown hero, in odd contrast to the last individual awarded a key to the city: Saddam Hussein, 1980 version.
As Iraq’s new president, Hussein waged war against Iran, an American enemy that had taken hostages from the U.S. embassy.
While visiting Detroit, Hussein donated $250,000 to pay off the debts of the Sacred Heart Chaldean Church, which had ties to the Catholics prevalent in Iraq.
The deed prompted Father Jacob Yasso of Detroit to contact Mayor Coleman Young and arrange a Detroit key for Saddam Hussein.
Winston-Salem Journal | Super Bowl has come a long way in 40 years
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2/2/2006
Celebrity is as celebrity doesn’t.
The concept of celebrity took another hit in my world today, when I have now twice heard jokes at the expense of Kevin Federline, yet I still (without Googling) have no idea what (not who, mind) he is or where he came from. I will not increase his dubious fame by typing his name into a search engine. Only by printing his name on my blog.
However, I do know comedy when I see it, and Conan O’Brien has never let me down in that arena. The arena of comedy where CONAN is king! Let me tell you now of the days of high laughter!*
DevilDucky – Conan O’Brien: James Lipton reads Federline [link via BB]
* – You see that? I made an oft-unheard reference to Conan O’Brien having the same name as a certain barbarian.
2/1/2006
Accents make everything sexy.
Carina wanted me to hear this Italian pop song to get my opinion. My one-line review was “I feel like this song should be charging me $4.95 a minute.” Carina then explained that the translated lyrics amount to a man apologizing that he won’t take his lover in a manly fashion because she is only seventeen. My review stands.
Looks can be deceiving.
I’ve upgraded to WordPress 2.0. From your perspective, gentle reader, the change is unnoticeable, but I assure you it’s done.
To celebrate, I intend to implement the new design in the next month or so, since I’ll be doing all kinds of web work anyway. I also hope to have it sort of CSS Zen Garden style, in case you prefer the Ronald McDonald theme, or some other themes I may or may not produce. For now, courage.
