Okay, Do NOT go see Spiderman 3. It’s bad. It’s bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. It’s way beyond bad. It’s truly, monumentaly HORRIBLE.
I went to the 10:15 showing and couldn’t make it past 11:30 before I had to leave. That includes 15 or 20 minutes of previews, so I didn’t even make it an hour into the film.
The story is bad, the writing is bad, the acting is bad and the direction is bad. It’s all around bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. Be forewarned. It’s worse than “Batman and Robin”.
I do find something to fill the time each day–it’s just not obvious from this end.
Updated in reverse order, because I’m too lazy to scroll down after a while. It’s just like a regular blog, in one post!
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Beer: Hair of The Dog Fred
I need to go to the beer store again. My stock–such as it is–that is down to three Natural Lights and two Becks.
Woman I don’t know who keeps bringing them in here. Son Well it’s not me. Woman I’ve put three out by the bin and the dustmen won’t touch ‘em.
Undrinkable crap that I give to guests with no palate, in other words. At least I have my rye.
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Virginia Dare, Lumbee Indian?
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History is being forgotten, very quickly.
Everyone has the right to renounce past views. But not to make up that past. It is beyond brazen to think that one can get away with inventing not ancient history but what everyone saw and read with their own eyes just a few years ago.
I vaguely remember a story from my youth, where memory was compared to a card catalog–immense, but nonetheless finite. Eventually, as information begin to arrive at a faster and faster rate, people began to seize up
and topple over, as their internal card catalogs filled up.
I wonder if something similar is not going on now. Instead of filling thier internal card catalogs fill up, some have adopted a FIFO algorithm that ends up cycling specific bits of information through an entire mental memory space in a few short years.
Not me of course. I am a paragon of consistency.
Zod: A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds. Emerson.
You’ll note that Ralph Waldo never pointed out how to tell the difference between a foolish consistency and a wise one, figment.
Zod: If it’s one held by you, I’ll know which way to bet.
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Catchy!
“Modeled as the least energy configuration on a confining conical support, one element more or less may reverse the chirality,” said Cao.
But of course.
————————– Just the thing for the wife! Eli Lilly, the maker of Prozac, has just launched Reconcile, a chewable, beef-flavored antidepressant.
Oh, wait. It’s designed to lessen separation anxiety for dogs left alone for long periods of time. Zod: Dude, you just called your wife a bitch, in every possible sense of the word.
Umm. Didn’t…mean…to? Zod: You’re not getting any for weeks.
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You have to guess what it is before following the link.
The Ocracoke Cracker is a variation on a fence rail block.
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Ocracoke Island Journal
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It’s On! The North Carolina Herpetological Society goes to war with fourth graders over the designation of the Official North Carolina State Amphibian.
Alvin Braswell, curator for amphibians and reptiles at the North Carolina Museum of Natural Sciences, said the bullfrog is not unique to North Carolina and has already been named the state amphibian in Iowa, Missouri and Oklahoma.
“It is a big frog, grows rapidly, is highly vocal, doesn’t live long and eats anything they can stuff in their mouth,” Braswell said.
Sounds like a perfect fit to me.
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Location: Jujube
Eating: Spicy oyster mushroom curry
Reading: Sandburg’s Lincoln.
Advice from Lincoln on Andrew Jackson to the Democrats of the time, which the party of Reagan would do well to listen to now.
“Like a horde of hungry ticks you have stuck to the tail of the Hermitage lion to the end of his life; and you are still sticking to it, and drawing a loathsome sustenance from it, after he is dead. A fellow once advertised that he had made a discovery by which he could make a new man out of an old one, and have enough of the stuff left to make a little yellow dog. Just such a discovery has Gen. Jackson’s popularity been to you. You not only twice made President of him out of it, but you have had enough of the stuff left, to make Presidents of several comparatively small men since; and it is your chief reliance now to make still another.”
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Gen. Petraeus is one banged up soldier.
————————– Byron York Maybe he was relishing the prospect of getting bin Laden. Maybe he just liked saying “gates of hell” in a nationally televised political debate.
God knows I would have. … it looked better in print than on TV.
Me too!
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Duke: It’s like ECU for Yankees!
“Duke is known as a party school, and I am really not a party type of person,” said 17-year-old Elizabeth Peele of Pikeville, North Carolina, who visited the campus. “A lot of parents and students are concerned.”
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The very latest in oyster parasite news. The discovery of a yet-unnamed parasite in local oysters has UNCW researchers digging into a biological mystery that could have implications for the state’s proposed oyster hatchery program.
The surprising mass mortality of Asian oysters in North Carolina’s coastal waters, first in Bogue Sound and more recently in Hewletts Creek in New Hanover County, has turned up a nasty surprise - the presence of a previously unknown parasite.
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————————– The disease has been found in Lake Erie, Lake Ontario, Lake Huron, the St. Lawrence Seaway, the Niagara River and an inland lake in New York. The aggressive virus, which causes fish to hemorrhage, was unexpectedly found in the Great Lakes in 2005. Last year, it resulted in large fish kills that struck at least 20 species. Scientists are watching to see whether the disease returns in mid-May when water in the lakes warms to temperatures at which the virus attacks.
“VHS is the most important and dangerous fish virus known worldwide,” Winton says. “Its discovery in our fresh water is disturbing and potentially catastrophic.”
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A social network graph for 7/7 bombing leader Mohammed Siddique Khan
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Preach on, Brother Mickey.
In short, orthodox liberals were the enemy of many who grew up in the ’60s. Still are! We aren’t selling out in attacking traditional Democrats and their interest group supporters. We loyally pursue the ideals of our youth! Though I’m happy to take Karl Rove’s money.
————————– Al Gore got his peanut butter on my chocolate!
————————– Smoking is bad for Internet2, and other non-living things.
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1.…I talk frequently with friends who work professionally in Democratic politics. They are most worried about Giuliani, because of the potential to put some big blue states in play, and Romney, because they think he’s the best candidate match in 2008 against either Clinton or Obama. They are not worried about McCain, and they aren’t convinced that the Fred Thompson candidacy will happen or be financially and organizationally sustainable after the initial announcement. And I should add that, like it or not, they aren’t greatly worried about any of this….
2. …My problem with the optimism fest last night was that there was so much tell and not very much show. Saying over and over again “I am an optimist” is slightly different than actually being optimistic. Or let me put it this way. Very few sexy people shout: “I am very, very sexy!”…
3.Bernard Goldberg’s (no relation) new book gives a good sense of where the Fox-watching rank-and-file are right now psychologically: “Crazies to the Left of Me, Wimps to the Right: How One Side Lost Its Mind and the Other Lost Its Nerve.” McCain sent the signal he’s all nerve, raw, exposed, slightly crazy nerve. The “gates of Hell” line, for example, was brilliant, if not brilliantly delivered. Spartaaaa!
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Looks like tonight’s sleepover will spend an inordinate amount of time inside, drat the luck.
Aside: The “current” data as the bottom is from my bosses’ home station. He’s a weather geek.
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We need a Five Day Weekend. Because productivity is the bane of our society.
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I’m very white.
Yes I am fully aware that Wooly monkeys and Orangutan do not share the same ecosystem.
Aside: Unless they live in a zoo, which means that some agency has forced them to share the same environment.
Further Aside:Jesse Helms “Why build a zoo when we can just put up a fence around Chapel Hill?”
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Gambling is a tax on stupid people. I appears that many poor people are also stupid. One recent study has indicated that smart does not necessarily equal rich. It would seem the correlate would be that stupid does not necessarily equal poor, yet education levels always seem to relate to degree of poverty as well.
“The smarter you are, the more income you have,” explains economist Jay Zagorsky of Ohio State University, who analyzed the data.
Ergo?
In any case, I’m totally comfortable with not giving that guy on the corner a dollar. He’d probably just blow it on the lottery.
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I hear Rosie is the Queen of the Parade.
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As if there weren’t already enough enraged drivers on New Jersey highways.
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We live in a decorated shed. The wife would not argue the point, save perhaps for “decorated.”
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Ngnat has a sleepover tonight. Ten first-grade females. Cheetos dipped in strawberry soda might go over well.
————————– Squirrel Plague in Denver! As if we needed more proof that they’re just rats with pretty tails.
Aside, for the animal rights crowd: Some of my favorite memories are of shooting squirrels on the bird feeder with a BB gun, while the cats waited below to pounce on any unlucky enough to not be killed outright–which was most of them, as the gun was underpowered. How they jumped upon impact!
Further Aside: yes, I am aware that torturing small animals as a child is an indicator of serial murderer tendencies in later life. Fortunately, I was in my thirties at the time.
Yet Another Further Aside: I would pay good money for a book where a serial killer only targets animal rights activists–kind of like Blackburn, only more feel-good.
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I don’t know about you, but I love playing Eat Your Meal Hitler.
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I am not a lazy parent. Rather, I am one who believes that a child’s life should be as unscripted as possible.
Or so I keep telling myself.
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In the future, 15 minutes of embarrassing video will follow everyone around for the rest of their lives.
Mr. Francis’s cameras have constructed a huge business out of recording the semi-nudity of “girls” who are not in “the business” at all: naïve girls, canny girls, drunken girls, pretty girls and not-so-pretty girls–regular girls, if one may put it that way. Above all, young girls. Mr. Francis has made it socially acceptable for a freshman at, say, Ohio State–living in a dorm room in Columbus like thousands of freshmen before her–to participate in soft-core porn.
As Kehaar once said, “There goes my political viability.” However, Ms. Franke-Ruta’s prescription, raising the age of consent to provide erotic content on film to 21, strikes me as unsurprising, unenforceable, and untterably stupid. In an age where much of the news coverage of twenty-somethings centers on the question of “Why won’t they grow up, already?”, no one seems to ever wonder if that delayed immaturity might now have something to do with the continuing pushback of the nanny state in regards to the age at which one is actually considered to be an adult.
Once upon a time, our culture treated those in their mid-teens as adults, and lo and behold, they acted like adults. Now we treat 20-year olds as children, and yet are totally surprised when they act as such.
If one wants college freshmen to act like adults, then then need to become adults in the eyes of society before then. As to what age that should be, I’m with Chef.
CHEF
It’s very simple, children. The right time to start having sex is… 17.
KYLE
Seventeen?
CHEF
Seventeen.
KYLE’S MOTHER
So you mean 17 as long as you’re in love?
CHEF
Nope, just 17.
KYLE’S FATHER
But, what if you’re not ready at 17?
CHEF
Seventeen! You’re ready.
No, the irony of deciding when a person should be considered an adult based on the arguments of a cartoon is not lost on me.
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Peggy Noonan makes me chuckle, but that is not such a hard thing to do.
But behind the hopeful candidates, a dwarfing shadow loomed, a shadow almost palpable in its power to remind Republicans of the days when men were men and the party was united. His power is only increased by his absence. But enough about Fred Thompson.
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