Saturday, January 30, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
On Friday Wally and I watched The Hurt Locker, maybe the greatest movie to date about the War in Iraq and one of my Top 3 movies of 2009.
If you've seen the movie, check out these articles in today's NYT -- here and here - that explore the real life soldiers who work defusing homemade bombs that the military refers to as improvised explosive devices, or I.E.D.'s. Thankfully, this front-page story of a solder who steps on an I.E.D. doesn't end in a bang.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Since when does "38" qualify as "mature"?
I'm the same age as Andy, 42, and although I'll gladly accept the term "middle age," I am most certainly not "mature."
In more ways than one.
That said, I hope Eric, 38, and Robert, 41, eventually find the maturity they require, even if that means dating a senior citizen in his late 40s.
Yesterday, two years late, John Edwards admitted to fathering a child out of wedlock. I heard it on the CBS radio network news on the drive home from work.
The reporter played a quote from his wife, who said she is supportive. The story ended by mentioning that John Edwards was doing relief work in Haiti, and that Mrs. Edwards found out about his whereabouts ... from the reporter. Classy.
Remember the hair incident with Edwards? It was a YouTube video of Edwards grooming, in a way-too-admiring and "primping" way, with "I Feel Pretty" as the background music. And remember the "he's building a 28,000-square-foot house he says is carbon-neutral while portraying himself as an environmentalist" stories?
I'd say that both stories were blown way out of proportion at the time, in a Howard "he really didn't scream" Dean kind of way. Media focused on the hair and the house obsessively. The world has bigger issues, which the media were all-too-happy to not mention thousands of times, unlike all the harping about primping and Edwards' version of Monticello/Mt. Vernon/The Hermitage.
But, looking back, I'd say both were "windows into the soul" moments. Both betrayed a narcissistic streak in Edwards that made him all-too-capable of cheating on his cancer-stricken wife, lying about his out-of-wedlock daughter and coming to the conclusion that no other American would make a better leader for the free world.
The Invincible Mr. Edwards would have made him a terrible president. Next.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
INSERT NAME HERE has explosive diarrhea.
INSERT NAME HERE is pleasuring himself.
INSERT NAME HERE is pleasuring herself.
INSERT NAME HERE is taking the Activia 14-day Challenge.
INSERT NAME HERE is using too many exclamation points!!!!
INSERT NAME HERE became a fan of rectal thermometers.
INSERT NAME HERE has her panties in a bunch.
INSERT NAME HERE has his panties in a bunch.
INSERT NAME HERE became a fan of Incomplete Sentences.
INSERT NAME HERE became a fan of Becoming a Fan of Things.
INSERT NAME HERE can't spell, punctuate or communicate.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
From this morning's New York Times: Meet some "meat eaters," a subculture in New York of men (and women) who just want to be a simple cavemen.
The caveman lifestyle, in Mr. Durant’s interpretation, involves eating large quantities of meat and then fasting between meals to approximate the lean times that his distant ancestors faced between hunts. Vegetables and fruit are fine, but he avoids foods like bread that were unavailable before the invention of agriculture. Mr. Durant believes the human body evolved for a hunter-gatherer lifestyle, and his goal is to wean himself off what he sees as many millenniums of bad habits.
These urban cavemen also choose exercise routines focused on sprinting and jumping, to replicate how a prehistoric person might have fled from a mastodon.
Keyrock (and his BMW) would be proud!
One more thing: Who doesn't miss the wonderful Phil Hartman?
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Are people with more than one ga-zillion Facebook friends really popular or really superficial?
I didn't like you in high school. Why would I want to be your Facebook friend now?
Farm World. I hope there's a level where at some point players, somehow, and in some way, are able to "get a life."
Gotta run, cuz I got something cookin' in Cafe World (limited menu: toast and bacon) and I'm eligible for a Farkle bonus game in exactly 37 minutes.
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
I just remembered my blogger username and login after 10 months of amnesia (or was that apathy?). It was jarred back into my conscious mind just moments ago, when I heard Glenn Beck say something stupid.
But is anybody there? Does anybody care?