Now that's funny.
Twice as funny as any Billy Crystal opening act highlighting the year's best songs (zzzzzzz).
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Now that's funny.
Twice as funny as any Billy Crystal opening act highlighting the year's best songs (zzzzzzz).
From IMDB.com:
Tells the seemingly random yet vitally connected story of a set of incidents that all converge one evening at 11:14pm. The story follows the chain of events of five different characters and five different storylines that all converge to tell the story of murder and deceit.
Stars include: Hilliary Swank, Henry Thomas, Barbara Hershey, and Patrick Swayze (having the time of his life).
I realize that telling the same story from multiple perspectives isn't a new technique. But then again, an hour and a half cross country journey in search of one's identity like "Little Miss Sunshine" (wahhh) isn't exactly groundbreaking cinema either.
Stallone in Steroid Scandal?
21 February 2007 (WENN)
Sylvester Stallone may be in trouble with Australia authorities over what is reported to be banned bodybuilding substances. The actor was in Sydney for the Australian opening of Rocky Balboa on Friday night, when he was stopped by customs officials after a routine X-ray detected something suspicious. The actor and his entourage were detained for several hours, causing them to miss the film's premiere, for packing what was believed to be a type of human growth hormone. On Monday officials searched his hotel room and private jet for illegal substances, just three days after seizing the banned substances at the airport. Richard Janeczko, the national investigations manager for the Australian Customs Service, told Sydney's Daily Telegraph, contraband items were seized, but refused to reveal any details. Stallone, 60, initially told the newspaper the incident was a "misunderstanding" and that reports of him transporting steroids were "totally hot air." When Australian officials arrived at the Park Hyatt hotel to issue the actor with a summons to answer charges on the prohibited substances, Stallone and his entourage were allegedly seen throwing things out the windows of their hotel room. According to the Telegraph, a search of the room allegedly resulted in additional evidence being seized. The actor was cleared to leave the country on Monday, but an investigation will continue. A spokesperson for the Customs Service adds, "There is a range of options we can pursue in these circumstances. The investigation is ongoing, and we are aware of Mr. Stallone's travel movements. The material has to be identified, and we have to look at all the options and the evidence before deciding what action to take." Penalties for possession of such items in Australia can range from fines up to $110,000 or up to five years in jail.
...she lacks spontaneity and instinct, and she's too programmed by her amoral cabal of shadowy handlers. Her wandering political positions are transparently and sometimes incoherently dictated by expedience rather than conviction.
He has problems -- a thin political résumé, a fancy estate at odds with his populist message, and a dated hairstyle that looks femme and foofy at a time when military buzz cuts and Caesarian close crops are in. But Edwards is a ferocious, knife-sharp debater with foxy, seat-of-the-pants smarts, and I hope he creams his opponents. It would be a relief to have an articulate president again.
I love the way Barack Obama has nimbly upstaged the ponderous Hillary machine. It's a Bette Davis/Joan Crawford bitch fest! But Obama's effusive gusts of generalities irritate me; it's all sizzle and no steak right now. He needs seasoning: 2012 may be his year.
I've never understood liberal journalists' infatuation with John McCain, who's as mercurial as Hillary in his ideology-of-the-day. Those two are peas in a pod -- always dialing up the weather report and sleeping next to a window with their fingers in the wind.
If Rudy Giuliani improbably wins the Republican nomination, which would require primary voters shutting their eyes to his liberal social views and checkered sex life, he would roll like a juggernaut into the White House on the strength of his macho authoritarianism in this time of war. Giuliani's got balls, but do we want this democracy drifting any further toward a police state?
Don't count Mitt Romney out. Not yet nationally known, Romney harks back to the patrician days of sophisticated Republicanism. In 1994, on my book tour for "Vamps & Tramps," I was sitting late one night in the empty lobby of WBZ-AM NewsRadio, located on a lonely road in Boston. While waiting to go on the David Brudnoy Show (Brudnoy, living with AIDS, would die a decade later), I listened intently to the guest on air before me -- Mitt Romney, whom I had never heard of but who was then mounting his unsuccessful senatorial challenge to Ted Kennedy.
I was very impressed. When Romney emerged, I shook his hand and said, "You're going to be president!" -- something I have never said to anyone, before or since.
I caught a Red Wings game the other night. Sat at center ice in the first row of the upper bowl (THE best place to watch a hockey game).
I made the following observations:
I would like to say we're at a point where global warming is impossible to deny. Let's just say that global warming deniers are now on a par with Holocaust deniers, though one denies the past and the other denies the present and future.Wow. I picture her wide-eyed, hair askew, frantically typing at the computer. She needs a take a deeeeeep cleansing breath and relax.
I tried to access Maureen Dowd's OpEd piece defending Joe Biden on the New York Times website and got the following:
This One’s for You, Joe - By MAUREEN DOWD Published: February 7, 2007
I feel compelled, now that Joe Biden has slipped on yet another presidential banana peel, to lend him a hand.
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Huh? Apparently, I'd have to sign up AND PAY for a New York Times web subscription to read her columns (as if that was going to happen).
The last columnist in the world I would PAY to read is Maureen Dowd. She's a cross between Jonathon Alter and Norma Desmond.
Later Elliott later comments on the Prudential Financial "What Can a Rock Do?" ads.No commercial that appeared last night during Super Bowl XLI directly addressed Iraq, unlike a patriotic spot for Budweiser beer that ran during the game two years ago. But the ongoing war seemed to linger just below the surface of many of this year’s commercials.
The problem with the spot, created internally at Prudential, was that whenever the announcer said, “a rock” — invoking the Prudential logo, the rock of Gibraltar — it sounded as if he were saying, yes, “Iraq.”Huh? Did anyone else REALLY think they were saying "Iraq" instead of "a rock?"
To be sure, sometimes “a rock” is just “a rock,” and someone who has watched the Super Bowl XIX years in a row only for the commercials may be inferring things that Madison Avenue never meant to imply.
Random thoughts on the big game...
First of all, what sort of finely tuned, sensitive equipment did they use to measure GLOBAL temperature 100 years ago? I'm picturing giant, mercury filled glass tubes bolted to thick wooden boards. Frankly, I'd expect there to be a 2 degree difference in "measured" global temperature over the last 100 years based on improvements in thermometer technology alone. Same for measured CO2 levels.
Also, 100 years of observations don't really seem that significant when studying a planet that's about 4.5 billion years old (unless the IPCC scientists are Creationists who believe that the Earth is only 6000 years old - hee hee).
But OKAY, let's say it's true -- the temperature IS rising and CO2 levels ARE higher. Regardless of how many color charts the IPCC creates in Powerpoint, it's still ONLY a correlation NOT a proven causality.
That's like saying:
It's NOT the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine).