Recently, as many of you are aware, radio personality and reactionary right figure Rush Limbaugh was part of a consortium who’s intent was to buy the St. Louis Rams.
Unfortunately for Rush, being a polarizing figure did not help him in his quest to become part-owner of one of the worst teams in football. After much protest and public display, the group intending to bid on the Rams decided that Limbaugh was simply too much of a distraction, and cut him loose.
Let me reiterate the facts to date: Rush Limbaugh was … There’s more of this shit. Click here.
If you haven’t seen the movie 9, do yourself a favor.
Animated in the hyper-real style of modern CGI, it’s tone, both in theme and lighting, is dark, muted, gray. It is exactly the kind of film that blurs the line between kids’ movie and just plain good. Especially since the makers of the film (for once) knew to quit while they were ahead, and the result, while clocking in at a seemingly scant 79 minutes, is satisfying. Even at the $6.50 price of a Wednesday matinee.
Lately, here has been a … There’s more of this shit. Click here.
Bob Marley is Elvis in Jamaica. Maybe even Jesus. He’s certainly omnipresent. And the good people of Jamaica have embraced the western way of remembering their fallen heroes and icons: with cheap, tacky souvenirs.
There is a Bob Marley drink, Bob Marley hats, t-shirts, stickers, magnets, pipes, rolling papers, shoes, ashtrays (Kids! Kids! Stick a lit cigarette in Bob Marley’s eyes!), pins, do-rags, playing cards, towels (dry your loins with Bob Marley’s face today!), figurines, spoons, wristbands…
Well. It’s forgivable. At least, more forgivable than the constant references to Cool Runnings.
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So far, so good.
It’s interesting, since the above phrase carries with it an intimation that something is about to go wrong. So far, so good seems to be the cynic’s only nod to good news.
In this case, not so much.
We chose one of those all-inclusive resorts, taking even thinking out of the picture, which normally I loathe, but again, in this case, not so much.
We have to give our brains a rest some time.
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I avoid comedy competitions like they’re the Dave Matthews Band. A long time ago, I was in one. Actually, two. No, this isn’t the beginning of a bitter rant by another self-proclaimed hard-done-by comic who “got the shaft” in a competition he lost.
I won. Technically.
It was after the competition that I was approached by one of the judges who anointed me. In an ill-advised moment of candid disclosure, he told me that the judges had already made up their minds who the winner was before the competition began.
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