…it’s the fucking heat!
Either society needs to adopt a rule where we all stop mowing our lawns in August and just accept our neighbor’s hay field, or I need to be a bigger rebel and not give a crap what the neighbors think.
Excuse me while I go finish my stroke.
I know this shouldn’t bother me. It’s just random shit pouring out of the gaping maw of a doomed-to-failure presidential candidate. But when Tom Tancredo goes around saying that we should bomb Mecca and other Muslim holy sites, it makes me wonder at the state of things where a candidate thinks this is a good way to earn votes.
I suppose that he thinks that since we’re at war with all Muslims, “they” wouldn’t dream of attacking us if we threatened their holiest sites. I know it doesn’t get my blood boiling to think of someone blowing up my school or church or house because of something a nutjob Presbyterian did. And, hey, we might be able to stop any crimes committed by Catholics if we threaten to nuke the Vatican!
You know it’s bad when this Administration’s State Department representative says:
“It is absolutely outrageous and reprehensible for anyone to suggest attacks on holy sites, whether they are Muslim, Christian, Jewish or those of any other religion,” a clearly agitated Casey told reporters, shaking his head in disgust.
I know! Maybe Tancredo has invented a machine that converts assholery directly into votes. I hope so. Because it’s too scary to believe that people actually elected this douchebag to represent them in the United States Congress.
This year I love Who Wants to be a Super Hero? more than last year.
It’s better, ‘cuz it’s dorkier. 🙂
We went to see The Simpsons Movie on Saturday. I think we were all feeling a little wary about it.
The show is ingrained in us–especially the kids. You have to remember, Whiny was barely 3 when the show started, and Pepperkat was just born. They’ve never known a world where the “D’oh!” and “Eggsellent” and “Ha-HA!” and “Mmmm…[insert whatever here]” didn’t exist. But, to be honest, it’s been a looong time since we carved out part of our Sunday night to make sure we caught the latest episode. South Park passed it a long time ago for topical humor and shock value (remember when George H.W. Bush used the Simpsons as a standard of bad moral values?), and Family Guy has taken the Simpsons’ random pop culture gags to absurd extremes. It seems like only yesterday that we made sure to at least catch the annual “Treehouse of Horror” episode, but checking out the list of episodes, it’s probably been at least 6 years–when they started airing them after Halloween. So, anyway, we all pretty much expected it to be “meh” with a side order of nostalgia.
I am happy to report that The Simpsons Movie doesn’t suck!
It’s not the best. movie. ever. It doesn’t go that little bit extra that would make it like it was 10 years ago, but it’s plenty funny, and there are a ton of gags you haven’t already seen in promo clips. In fact, there are enough that it bears watching a second or third time to catch them all.
Now…one of the bestest parts about seeing it: a Batman Dark Knight teaser! (There was applause and cheering when this came up.)
I’ve never seen either of the Bourne movies before, so we’re going to watch them before the next one comes out. This led to the following conversation:
ME: Hey, we’re gonna watch Bourne, you wanna join us?
PEPPERKAT: What???
ME: We’re watching Bourne.
PEPPERKAT: Oh! I thought you said “porn”!
WIFE (from the living room): Yep, we’re cranking up the porn out here. It’s good family fun.
We went to see Hairspray last night.
Wow. I haven’t laughed so much at a movie this year since Hot Fuzz. It is missing a little bit of John Waters’ twistedness–except for the brilliant opening number “Good Morning, Baltimore” in which Waters appears as a flasher–and, as the Mrs. pointed out, I miss the beatniks (Pia Zadora and Ric Ocasek) and the exploding hair, but as a film of a musical of a film goes, it’s awesome.
Nikki Blonsky was perfect as Tracy Turnblad, the plump-but-perky dancer and star-gazer. And the rest of the cast was great as well. Michelle Pfeiffer was comically wicked. Christopher Walken was terminally goofy. Queen Latifah was…well, she was Queen Latifah! But if John Travolta weren’t already in my Book of Cool for “Pulp Fiction,” this would give him a spot.
If this movie doesn’t take home a bucket-load of Oscars, I’ll eat my copy of Chicago.
I got back from my road trip and decided to take today off, since I’m going to be in a mall reading the first chapter of a certain book to the assembled masses at midnight.
Mrs. Rasreth (the only one getting paid to dress up) is finishing up her Dolores Umbridge costume. Whiny is playing video games. Pepperkat is sleeping.
It’s like Christmas in July!
Somehow, despite my vow to never say I’d contribute to another team blog where my inherent laziness would eventually lead me to abandoning those who apparently care more about the project than I ever would, I and my torturously long (and parentheses-infested) sentences have agreed to sometimes think about posting at the newly created This Blog Smells Funny.
Since the first post, by blog creator Kevin Parrott, had me rolling on the floor of my hotel room in hysterical laughter, I think I will enjoy reading this far more than actually thinking about posting in it.
I understand that when there is a thunderstorm there will be flight delays.
So, please, don’t sit there and keep flashing that my plane is on time. It’s 10 minutes until scheduled departure, and I can see that it’s not even at the gate, yet.
And what is this with sitting on the runway for 45 minutes? It’s not like we’re in line behind 100 planes. Can’t we figure out that planes won’t be cleared for takeoff for a while, and we’ll just have to sit in the nice, air-conditioned terminal a little longer?
Then, is there a reason that 3 lanes of I-95 are squeezed down to 2 for construction, resulting in two hours of crawling along the highway, when there is no actual construction anywhere to be seen?
(I was supposed to get here at 7:30 last night. I checked in at midnight, instead. So, I’m a little grumpy. I’ll get over it.)
I’m off to Philadelphia for the week. Actually, I doubt I’ll actually venture into the city this time…especially since the Phillies heard I was coming and scheduled themselves to be out of town. Bastidges.
