Max Payne sucks. Laughably bad. Daniele asked, "did John Woo direct this?" She was serious - it was that bad.
Infinite Playlist of Nick and Nora was okay, but not great. Watchable, but rent it.
Body of Lies was very good, but over-reaching at points. Go see that one in the theater.
Today was 3 for 1 day for us. We saw all three of these movies on one ticket, in the reverse order of how they're listed. Unfortunately, the goodness of Body of Lies was almost wiped out by the time credits rolled for Payne.
p.s. - is "Like a Rock" by Seger really classic rock? Man, 92.5 The Fox is getting less classic every time I tune in. I am getting a strange urge to buy a chevy truck, though.
I'm sick of political parties. I'm sick of hearing people bad-mouth republicans and democrats with blanket statements. I'm sick of the confirmation bias we all have when it comes to proving our beliefs. I'm sick of willful ignorance and denial of a candidate's or party's corruption or bad choices because of a "Cheer for the home team" mentality.
I'm really mad that I only have two options for president each year. It's bullshit. Voting for a third party candidate is a wasted vote, no doubt, when the intended outcome is to elect a specific candidate. In fact, it can ruin a candidate's chance at victory, as happened in 2000 when X votes for Ralph Nader possibly cost Gore the presidency. But if the intention is to incite change, I think casting a ballot for a third party candidate is a great step in the right direction.
Doesn't it suck, though, that we're stuck dividing every issue, whether foreign or domestic, moral or concrete, into two choices? As if anything is ever so black and white.
You might love a candidate's social policies, but hate his economic position. Or love his environmental stance but hate his proposed tax reform. You might feel one candidate has a better grasp on foreign policy, while his health care stance is weak. Or, sadly, you might like a candidate's positions, but hate his party. Or like his skin color, but not his positions. And if you think such petty trifles aren't going to have a huge impact on this election, you're wrong.
We shouldn't be forced to pick a candidate who only represents half of our views. Deciding which issues are more important is like comparing apples and orangutans. I don't want to sacrifice some important things, so I'm forced to sacrifice others which I still feel strongly about.
This year I'll probably vote for a third-party candidate, though. I know it's an important election. They all are. And I know that many of you love either McCain or Obabma for many reasons - but I find too much fault in both for either to be palatable.
I feel that voting for a candidate which (whom? that?) more accurately represents my views and opinions is just as important, even if I know that candidate won't win. I think that a lot of people have felt this way, and if they had all voted for their favorite candidate OVERALL, rather than their favorite out of the two most popular, we'd have an established third or even fourth party by now. We'd have a real choice. We'd have a real opportunity for change, rather than two candidates towing the party-line, talking about how they'll be different.
I do. Mine was only out for about an hour on Sunday. I would have written a blog about it then, but I was too busy playing xbox, watching movies at home, drinking cold milk and walking around with lights on. All week.
Downtown Newport, KY, is blessed. God wants to keep the Brass Ass (strip joint) and it's half-brother the Brass Bull in operation. Baby Jesus loves Pepper Pod. The Holy Spirit hangs out at the Crazy Fox.
Hurricane Ike came after the U.S.A. like it was chasing Tina Turner into the bedroom closet.
Did you hear about the Miami University (in Ohio) students protesting class? Power was restored on campus on Monday via a back-up generator system, and students were notified monday around 5 p.m. that classes would resume Tuesday morning. So, naturally, 4000 students protested outside the university president's house because they wanted another day off.
I admit, I probably would have participated too, just because that's the kind of fun shit that you do in college. But I wouldn't have believed in the lame cause.
to help me make a mixtape for my little brother Stephen. He's 17 and plays guitar and drums, but doesn't have much music exposure beyond the local radio stations.
Please, if you have the time and inclination, send me a message or comment on my blog with a couple of suggestions.
Mrs. Phillips lives at the apartment complex where I work. Her apartment is a ground floor unit with a patio door that opens to the woods behind the building.
Oh, and she's an idiot.
The other day she caught me in the hallway to tell me that her patio door lock had been broken for a while, and she thought an intruder had been in her apartment recently.
"Why do you think that?" I asked.
"Well," she paused thoughfully, "the other day I come home from the Save-A-Lot [I ain't knockin' it, Hannah], and I know I has two packages of chicken patties in the freezer. Then, I come home yesterday and my chicken patties is gone."
"So... someone stole The Chicken Patties?" I asked with the tenderness of a kindergarten teacher.
"Yeah" she said, nodding. "I think someone stole the chicken patties."
He's a pitcher for the Cincinnati Reds. He's also a musician. I'm not really upset with him for being a mediocre musician and a mediocre ball player; I'm mad at the hoards of people who go to his concerts. He's not very good - they're just going to see him because he's a Reds player. But he thinks they're coming to see him for his music. That inflates his ego, which means he's going to grow his hair longer and do more dumb J.T.M. commercials on the radio - and that's when his lame self-image becomes my cacophonous nightmare.
I heard an interview in which he contrasted the experiences of playing music in front of a crowd v. playing baseball. Basically, he said that playing music is for the crowd, and he really feeeeeeels it with them. Playing ball is for his team mates - the crowd doesn't really play into it much. That's the gayest thing I've ever heard.
2. Tom Sussi. He was a local news reporter who liked to do consumer investigations in which he "gives you the bone" if you are somehow screwing over your fellow man (or woman). I just found out that he got canned a while back, but I'll continue to tell you how much he sucks anyway. Below is an introduction to his segment.
How can you take yourself seriously when your co-workers introduce you by saying you gave someone the bone? Here's some of what he said in a farewell interview, "I'm going to Orlando to track down bad guys and hold them accountable. Nobody else really does that here. Nobody is really solving any problems (on TV news) except for Michael Flannery."
Haha, WHAT?! It's like he's some kind of shitty bounty hunter, only more fake-tough. And Orlando has to be the white-collar crime capital of the surrounding counties, at least. Wow, Tom - if you want to hold the collective feet of wrong-doers to the fire, tackling Orlando will be like shooting geriatrics in barrel.
I've got some news for you, Tom. Nobody - anywhere - is solving any problems on tv news. NOBODY. The goal of a news show isn't to inform the public about important things that will help them. It's to sell advertising time and make money. That's why they make you wait through commercial breaks to hear which food you shouldn't feed your baby, or which car will kill you if you drive it. If you don't watch our news show later, you might as well throw your infant in a dumpster outside prom because you're going to be a child murderer. Don't feed, clothe, wash or play with your kid until you find out which food, clothes, soaps and toys will probably turn it into a mushy door-stop.
Tom Sussi - you get the bone. (please tell me you saw that coming)
Don't get me wrong - I think it's fine that a news show exists to make money first and foremost - but don't indirectly (or directly) claim that your motives are otherwise.
Man that was long. There are more people I don't like, but I'll save them for next time.
A couple days ago I was listening to Q102 in Cincinnati (101.9 FM, word.)
They were doing as they do: 5th caller with the answer to our quiz gets free tickets to NSYNC or some crap.
Here's how it went down:
DJ: Hi, you're on the air with Q102. You're the fifth caller! Caller: WHEEEEEEEEEWKRJLKJDSFOIOOOOO!!!!!! DJ: Earlier we found out that a major super star celebrity has pancreatic cancer, and has been given 5 weeks to live. Can you tell us which major celebrity this is? Caller: Patrick Swayze? DJ: Yeah.. Hmm, Oooo, isn't that so sad? Well you got the right answer! You win two free tickets! Caller: WHEEEEEEEEWLKJELKRJELKJFLKJVOIJEWOGOIEMGPJT()*@%(*)U&)(IGJ()EFG545453515654544545646465131!
No, I'm not kidding. That is as close of a paraphrase as I can create. And you know, I'm not mad about this or anything stupid and sensitive like that. I just thought it was kind of shocking. I don't know, maybe not. I probably would have asked a question of substance, like, "How can we determine the composition of the sun since we can't actually get close enough to take any samples?"
By the way, that Nth Degree Black Belt in Sexy Dancing really is dying of cancer.
P.S. I already know the answer to my substantive question about the sun, so don't dazzle me with your brilliance by answering it. I don't have any tickets to give out anyway.
