Avian Water or Things go better with birds.
h/t: ifc
Friday, January 20, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Haywire Review Up at F.O.G.
Have I come down too hard on suspense-musicals?
Sadly, this cross between The Bourne Identity and Funny Lady misses the mark on two fronts.
A meat and potatoes plot was stretched into disturbing shapes by this attempt to shoehorn show tunes into places they were never meant for.
At first, Haywire was reassuringly familiar—hot-chick Mallory Kane (Gina Carano), black ops specialist for Uncle Sam, speeds into harm’s way on her latest mission.
Read more at this link before you.
Sadly, this cross between The Bourne Identity and Funny Lady misses the mark on two fronts.
A meat and potatoes plot was stretched into disturbing shapes by this attempt to shoehorn show tunes into places they were never meant for.
At first, Haywire was reassuringly familiar—hot-chick Mallory Kane (Gina Carano), black ops specialist for Uncle Sam, speeds into harm’s way on her latest mission.
Read more at this link before you.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Gutless Huntsman Betrays Me!
Like most politicians, Huntsman is completely self-centered, thinking only of what's best for himself and not me. The Huntsman was summoned. The Horn of Urgency sounded. And old Jon bailed. He couldn't even hang on until the convention in August; make a scrap out of it; draw coverage for tenacity; inspire Rachel Maddow to play version after version of the Huntsman theme song. Bahh! Go back to Shanghai!
h/t: Hot Air
Image: LA Times
h/t: Hot Air
Image: LA Times
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Paul Rugg's Pre-Fab Man Cave
A work in progress but progressing nonetheless. There is electricity, a European-looking device for dispensing heat and coolness that operates via handheld remote, plus a loft and paint-splotched walls. In addition there are exposed wires for a future ceiling fan.
We're I a true 21st century blogger I would accompany this article with cell phone photos but I defiantly haven't. Perhaps soon.
We're I a true 21st century blogger I would accompany this article with cell phone photos but I defiantly haven't. Perhaps soon.
Sunday, January 08, 2012
Thursday, January 05, 2012
Sunday, January 01, 2012
Lady Gaga and Mayor Bloomberg Meet the Animaniacs
On ABC last night, I watched these two oddly-paired people drop the Times Square New Year's Eve ball.
As 2011 counted down, all I could think was, "I wish Animaniacs were still on the air." Yakko, Wakko, and Dot would've cleaned up on Gaga and the New York City mayor, not to mention Dick Clark. Dick seemed so blasted he couldn't keep up with the count on screen. He behaved more like an animatronic attraction than a famous fellow.
Nevertheless, today is 2012 and we travel forward into an unsullied new year.
Still, 'Gaga Over New Years' would write itself.
Image: Yahoo! news
As 2011 counted down, all I could think was, "I wish Animaniacs were still on the air." Yakko, Wakko, and Dot would've cleaned up on Gaga and the New York City mayor, not to mention Dick Clark. Dick seemed so blasted he couldn't keep up with the count on screen. He behaved more like an animatronic attraction than a famous fellow.
Nevertheless, today is 2012 and we travel forward into an unsullied new year.
Still, 'Gaga Over New Years' would write itself.
Image: Yahoo! news
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Iron Lady Review Up at F.O.G.
Your Write Enough host bemoans all the politics that clutter up The Iron Lady and interfere with a good ghost tale.
Burn away some silly political material and you’re left with the meat of this film— a former British Prime Minister finds herself haunted by a ghost.
This peek at the later years of Margaret Thatcher blurs the line in a mirthful way between living and dead, objective reality and the spectral.
We’re invited to ponder universal questions such as whether we’ll see ghosts if we make it to our 80s—and will our ghosts be as puckish as Mrs. Thatcher’s translucent visitor.
Read more at this particular spot.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Merry Christmas!
Drunks are mangling Karaoke across the street. It's not the same as a choir of angels, but it might be louder. None the less, a most blessed and joyful Christmas to all my family, friends, and social media chums. May the coming year be filled with good fortune for you and bad fortune for Mayan calendar doom-sayers. In the meantime, enjoy the worst Christmas tear-jerker ever.
h/t: theartofmancraft
h/t: theartofmancraft
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