• WHAT?? Edwards had an affair? The Enquirer Was Right?
August 8th, 2008 § Leave a Comment
HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
Speechless. Guess I was wrong. MAYBE this explains him dropping out of the election so early?
Thank god he didn’t get the nomination. We’d be fuuuuuuucked.
• Tea Tree Oil Dental Pics: The Endorsement
August 7th, 2008 § 2 Comments
Portable Hygiene Crack
I forgot to bring them with me to work, and now I feel a little less than normal.
I mean, I don’t know about you, but I used to constantly be trying to get all sorts of food out from betwixt my teeth. Now, I have the best solution, as these are tasty as all hell. Also, walking around with a toothpick in your mouth does have the tendency to lead to thoughts of being somehow a bad ass, but I warn you: that is all in your head.
Working in the modern office, where cigarettes are not allowed, it’s hard to feel like you’re getting your true blue Don Draper on when drumming up ideas. With these, you can fiddle, wag, and gesticulate just as if you had one of Don’s Lucky Strikes going; except with these, you’re not doing yourself any harm.
Got ‘em for 3 or so at the pharmacy near the Bedford and N. 7 street stop. Tried to look for something like this at the Duane Reade on 14th and 3rd, where they had plastic toothpick bullshit I didn’t even want to waste money on.
• In Bruges, Under All Of Our Radars
August 5th, 2008 § 1 Comment
So, I’d never seen In Bruges until right now, and I have only myself to blame for it. So, brief thoughts on the matter:
Holy shit, is that … that’s … no fucking shit … Colin Farrell can actually act? Who was keeping this a secret? Aside from Colin.
Brendon Gleeson is a king of all kings.
Ralph Fiennes … what else can be said but christ that man is a talent.
Is that the girl who played Fleur Delacour? Cripes, it is. Wonder if Gleeson was the one who hipped the casting director to her.
American dwarves are hilarious. Especially when they are coked up and forsee … well, I’m not going to spoil that one. Just think to yourself: This movie has all that, plus coked up dwarves.
• Why I Don’t Pay For The Old Gray Lady ★
August 5th, 2008 § 2 Comments
The Unholy NYTrinity
So earlier today, I read this post by stupid Stanley fucking Fish wherein he utters the words:
I don’t want to save the planet.
I rubbed my eyes. Maybe the over active airconditoning in my office was getting to me. Or me peepers were falling out. I read the page again, and it read the same. And with that moment, I was both bewildered and slightly pleased with myself in that ever pompous way that one tends to be when they’re proven right.
I don’t want to be bigoted against those who don’t want to help the environment … no, actually, yes, I want to be bigoted against those who don’t give a shit about the environment. You don’t care about the environment and you deserve the pack of Hitchcockian birds that are going to eventually descend to pluck your fucking eyes out.
But back to me being proven right. How am I proven right? About a month or so ago I made a decision that had to do with a sequence of events, like when Kristol shat on the MoveOn.Org commercial where a new mother said McCain couldn’t have her son to fight W.’s and Johnny Mac’s retarded fucking war in Iraq; or place it at some point during Dowd’s completely shite coverage of the Dem. Primary, which I’d rather not rehash, in favor of pointing to her further nancying up of Barack. This time she’s done it by comparing him to Mr. Darcy, who I’m pretty sure is the knob that Colin Firth keeps playing on screen.
These three nincompoops, YES, I SAID IT, THEY ARE FUCK DAMN NINCOMPOOPS, are the reason why I don’t pay money for the printed NYT or click on links at the NYT website if I’m directed there for some reason or another. The old bastion has softened over the Bush years and employed a brain trust about as reliable and untrustworthy as the clunker of a rat trap between John McCain’s ears. I don’t know what I could use it for anymore. At least the Bard Free Press was decent TP.
They stop employing one, I’ll actually go to a newsstand and buy copies on the days when I have the time to sit down and read it. They get rid of two, I’ll buy the Sunday Times. All three? Never going to happen, but I’d subscribe for each and every day.
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