(And actually, if you look closely at her eyelids...)
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Mandy Moore is trying to make me jealous by not wearing my favorite color any longer
I think I'll forgive her, for some reason.
(And actually, if you look closely at her eyelids...)
(And actually, if you look closely at her eyelids...)
Wow.
Please click here to find the full-size pictures, the work of an artist named Louise who signs her work "artandghosts."
Please do not follow that link if you haven't got more than a couple of minutes to spare, if you're anything like me, you'll end up spending at least half an hour...
...THAT'S Jennifer Garner?
This was going to be another one of those "I don't know who this is, but, wow!" posts.
But then I took a look at who it is.
I'm gaining new respect for Ben Affleck all over the place these days.
But then I took a look at who it is.
I'm gaining new respect for Ben Affleck all over the place these days.
My favorite color has a threeway
Lisa Edelstein about to make my favorite color burst into flame...
...and Lake Bell making it go weak in the knees.
...and Lake Bell making it go weak in the knees.
Animal frolics
1: The wiley Cujo had outsmarted the foolish humans.
2:
When I become wealthy, I'm going to train this bird to act as my doorman.
3: From the fringe hit, Though April showers may come in May, a one-puppy salute to Al Jolson.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Sometimes I wonder at what point Madonna was replaced by a puppet
And I still don't know how she got to there from here...
Fucking Hannah Montana makes 52 million and this movie was ignored?
Gone Baby Gone is a good fucking movie. How good? I'm starting to wish Project Greenlight hadn't been such an unredeemable failure so maybe there was a chance I could get one of my scripts to Ben Affleck to direct.
That's how good.
I'd call it better than both Mystic River and especially The Departed, two films to which it can easily be compared. Yes, I'm saying Ben Affleck made a better movie than Clint Eastwood or Martin Scorsese.
I'll stand by that. And I thought Mystic River was choice ; deserved its awards. Although that Scorsese "finally" won the Academy Award for the film he did is, I think, going to turn out to be one of the greater ironies of film history. But there's irony to go all around here.
Affleck won an Oscar for co-writing Good Will Hunting, but deserves at least two nominations (directing and-co-writing, with Aaron Stockard from Dennis Lehane's novel) for this. Amy Ryan is a nominee for best supporting actress-but I have to believe voters just spread out 8x10's of the film's stars, closed their eyes and pointed to decide who among the uniformly impressive cast they should honor.
I mean look at this cast: Morgan Freeman, Ed Harris, John Ashton...with Casey Affleck and Michelle Monaghan holding their own with them. That's how good.
First-season-of-Veronica Mars good (that's for you, Corey).
The story is a very literal moral nightmare. And there's a line at the end which-well I don't want to tell you what it is, because there's no way of doing that without spoiling it for you. This is a film that stayed at least half a jump ahead of me at nearly every turn, and you should experience it the same way. So I'll be vague.
But there's a line at the end which, just within the context of the film, is heartbreaking. But for me, personally, it's one of those "Ben Affleck hacked into my computer!" moments...and I mean that in a good way.
As with Shoot 'Em Up--a film it otherwise resembles in virtually no way whatsoever--I'm inclined to view the fact that this movie was ignored at the box office as an indictment of the public.
I'm saying this is a great film.
That's how good.
That's how good.
I'd call it better than both Mystic River and especially The Departed, two films to which it can easily be compared. Yes, I'm saying Ben Affleck made a better movie than Clint Eastwood or Martin Scorsese.
I'll stand by that. And I thought Mystic River was choice ; deserved its awards. Although that Scorsese "finally" won the Academy Award for the film he did is, I think, going to turn out to be one of the greater ironies of film history. But there's irony to go all around here.
Affleck won an Oscar for co-writing Good Will Hunting, but deserves at least two nominations (directing and-co-writing, with Aaron Stockard from Dennis Lehane's novel) for this. Amy Ryan is a nominee for best supporting actress-but I have to believe voters just spread out 8x10's of the film's stars, closed their eyes and pointed to decide who among the uniformly impressive cast they should honor.
I mean look at this cast: Morgan Freeman, Ed Harris, John Ashton...with Casey Affleck and Michelle Monaghan holding their own with them. That's how good.
First-season-of-Veronica Mars good (that's for you, Corey).
The story is a very literal moral nightmare. And there's a line at the end which-well I don't want to tell you what it is, because there's no way of doing that without spoiling it for you. This is a film that stayed at least half a jump ahead of me at nearly every turn, and you should experience it the same way. So I'll be vague.
But there's a line at the end which, just within the context of the film, is heartbreaking. But for me, personally, it's one of those "Ben Affleck hacked into my computer!" moments...and I mean that in a good way.
As with Shoot 'Em Up--a film it otherwise resembles in virtually no way whatsoever--I'm inclined to view the fact that this movie was ignored at the box office as an indictment of the public.
I'm saying this is a great film.
That's how good.
All these places have their moments With lovers and friends i still can recall
I don't have a girlfriend (again), this Valentine's Day. Considering that, I feel pretty good about it. For all my depression, I never quite feel that I'm never going to have a girlfriend again...just that I haven't had one for a while. But enough about that- I don't want to be maudlin.
What I want to do is post a few memories. Not so much to massage my ego--though who doesn't love a spot of self-ego massage, now and then?--but just as a reminder (to me). These women and girls cared about me once, and some will again.
(And he doesn't want to be maudlin?)
Anyway.
(for the record, this is a non-all inclusive list)
I remember my first girl reaching out to undo my belt. A quick moment, but one of those which takes an instant photograph in your head.
I remember Kahni (that's how she spelled it), to me Constance, as to her I was Benjamin, and I'm not sure now how all that started, but I smile to think of it.
I remember an ex saying "Ben, there are a lot positive words to be used to describe you. Nice...is not one of them."
I remember arriving home from a date with Christina to find a message on my machine. "I just wanted to say goodnight...and I love you." Part of me wishes I'd kept that tape, another part knows that would be deeply, deeply sad.
I remember Andrea saying "Of course I think you're cute."
I remember Amy's tearful voice late one night (or probably early one morning) saying she just wanted to talk to the nicest guy she knew.
I remember Erica saying she liked me when I was quiet.
I remember my cat, Donovan, burrowing his way in-between me and Sue Couret when we slept spoon-style.
I remember A'mee's essential goodness.
What I want to do is post a few memories. Not so much to massage my ego--though who doesn't love a spot of self-ego massage, now and then?--but just as a reminder (to me). These women and girls cared about me once, and some will again.
(And he doesn't want to be maudlin?)
Anyway.
(for the record, this is a non-all inclusive list)
I remember my first girl reaching out to undo my belt. A quick moment, but one of those which takes an instant photograph in your head.
I remember Kahni (that's how she spelled it), to me Constance, as to her I was Benjamin, and I'm not sure now how all that started, but I smile to think of it.
I remember an ex saying "Ben, there are a lot positive words to be used to describe you. Nice...is not one of them."
I remember arriving home from a date with Christina to find a message on my machine. "I just wanted to say goodnight...and I love you." Part of me wishes I'd kept that tape, another part knows that would be deeply, deeply sad.
I remember Andrea saying "Of course I think you're cute."
I remember Amy's tearful voice late one night (or probably early one morning) saying she just wanted to talk to the nicest guy she knew.
I remember Erica saying she liked me when I was quiet.
I remember my cat, Donovan, burrowing his way in-between me and Sue Couret when we slept spoon-style.
I remember A'mee's essential goodness.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I want this song played when I'm dead
And I like this new version better than the original. I think it's great.
What Christina Applegate likes about my favorite color is its sense of humor
What my favorite color likes about Christina Applegate is that it's holding up her breasts.
(This may be another one of those jokes that only seems funny to me right now because it is almost 3 AM. Should this prove to be the case, I apologize.)
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
i KNEW Mike Myers ripped that off...
Asked one day if a dog had Buddha nature, Chinese master Chao-chou (Japanese, Joshu) heretically retorted: "Wu!" ("Not!")
Come on, everybody! Let's all do the Obama...cha-cha-cha! UPDATED
Sometimes The Universe Gives You Gifts. According to this analysis by Beth Fouhy of the Associated Press...
Original post:
So this is what it feels like to have a candidate who actually moves you. I'm agog.
...then again, he tempered, I suddenly find myself remembering Dennis Miller's line (back when he was still funny) about why Bill Clinton's saxophone-playing appearance on Arsenio Hall had gone so well.
"We can't believe we actually have a president who can do something. Look! He can actually play that thing!"
Mr. Bush has set the bar so low when it comes to speaking, that someone who even just uses sentences and paragraphs correctly would end up sounding like a silver-tongued balladeer.
In Obama's case, since he actually has a gift for rhetoric that threatens to rival both Reagan and Bill Clinton...
Even white women were beginning to move toward the Illinois senator — Clinton won sixty percent of their votes, a much lower percentage than in contests past. Clinton has based her candidacy in large part on her appeal to white women.
"The Clinton campaign can't have it be about states won or lost or delegates won," said Democratic strategist Jenny Backus. "It needs to be about electability in the fall, strength against John McCain, and the key issues voters are facing."
Original post:
Obama rolled to decisive victories in Virginia, Maryland and the District of Columbia, running his hot streak to eight consecutive wins and expanding his lead in pledged convention delegates who select the party's nominee.
"Tonight, we're on our way. But we know how much further we have to go," Obama told supporters in Madison, Wisconsin, where the next showdown occurs in a week. "We know our road will not be easy. But we also know that at this moment the cynics can no longer say our hope is false."
So this is what it feels like to have a candidate who actually moves you. I'm agog.
...then again, he tempered, I suddenly find myself remembering Dennis Miller's line (back when he was still funny) about why Bill Clinton's saxophone-playing appearance on Arsenio Hall had gone so well.
"We can't believe we actually have a president who can do something. Look! He can actually play that thing!"
Mr. Bush has set the bar so low when it comes to speaking, that someone who even just uses sentences and paragraphs correctly would end up sounding like a silver-tongued balladeer.
In Obama's case, since he actually has a gift for rhetoric that threatens to rival both Reagan and Bill Clinton...
How to make Scarlett Johansson appear unattractive
I wouldn't have thought it was possible either, but here we are.
Kraftwerk wrote the gospel of "rock" as I like it
And here they are live in Paris in 2004.
You don't have to move to be moving.
You don't have to move to be moving.
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